Floating on the white candle center, the fireworks are like a clump of supple red fox fur tails, gracefully stretching the tip of the tail in the cool night breeze. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoA pale yellow lily is quietly withering in the depressed and cold yard, making this midsummer night a little cool in the early season.

Hearing the woman in white call out her name, Shi Jiaheng was slightly stunned, the woman lifted the hair hanging down her ears and raised the white candle to the same height as her face, as if the bright candlelight like a silkworm swallowing mulberry leaves ate away the black around her cheeks little by little, revealing her delicate face, the white face buried under the hair with spotless white clothes and no makeup, making her more and more like the elves depicted in the Tang Dynasty.

"Miss Xuan!" Shi Jiaheng exclaimed in surprise.

The other party responded sadly, which was regarded as admitting his identity.

He looked through the candlelight, and the girl lying on the ground was indeed Qin'er, her personal maid.

Why did the No. 1 prostitute in the capital fall to live here after redeeming himself, "Why did you end up here?" ”

Yu's eyes flickered, she lowered her head slightly, and the hair pinned to her ears was scattered, like a beaded curtain covering her gloomy but unrepentant expression. She sighed faintly, "It's a long story. ”

Shi Jiaheng was also a little confused, quite sympathetic to her difficult situation, and very admired her unyielding arrogance.

Ju Xuan raised her eyes and wanted to open her mouth to continue, but she had no intention of sweeping her gaze to the chest of the young man leaning on Shi Jiaheng's body, where a black broken arrow was inserted, and the blood was spilled on her clothes like a splashed ink landscape. She covered her mouth in surprise and looked up to her face.

Her eyes were closed, her cheeks were as white as crystal, like a cold winter rime, her eyebrows were as thin as willow leaves, her eyelashes were as light as butterfly wings, and her lips were faintly purple. is obviously dressed as a man, but he has the charm of a beauty with long cheeks and green and red.

She stared blankly at her for a while, Shi Jiaheng was shocked and reached out to press Chu Yunxi's head into her arms, trying to block her inquiring gaze with her hand.

This action made Chu Yunxi's face turn sideways, and a graceful arc like a crescent moon on his chin appeared and disappeared between his fingers. It was as flawless as the side face she peeked out from under the floating black veil in mid-air.

She exclaimed again, and the white candle in her hand was thrown off by a trembling hand and rolled to the ground, but it was not extinguished. She pointed at her like a cramp and asked, "Is he the Chu Changgeng painter of the Hanlin Academy?" ”

Shi Jiaheng just made a mouth shape with the word "no", and before her voice could keep up, she rushed forward, pulled Chu Yunxi's sleeve, stared at the terrible wound on her chest, and burst into tears: "Childe, wake up, you can't die!" ”

This cry is really earth-shattering in the silent night, and the tears of grief are rare to be so realistic if they are not true feelings, it seems that a few days ago, the words that Shen Jun told him in private were really true, this girl was really moved by Chu Yunxi, who was dressed as a man, and even did not hesitate to confront Gu Chaomin in order to protect her.

Shi Jiaheng urgently reminded her to restrain her emotions and persuaded her to silence: "Shhh ”

He poked his head into the courtyard and asked, "Miss Xuan, can you take refuge in the place where you live?" His sharp eyes couldn't let go of the slightest change in her expression, "Of course, if you're afraid, that's it." With that, he made a gesture to leave.

These words were actually a temptation, he wanted to test how deep his affection for Chu Yunxi was, whether she dared to risk her life for her, if it was really affectionate, then he could ask her for help with confidence.

Women often have unexpected courage for love, and she quickly calmed down, she wiped away the soft tears on her face, and decisively stopped: "Wait." Then he whispered, "Follow me." ”

She picked up the white candle that had fallen on the ground and walked towards the inner room. Shi Jiaheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, picked up Chu Yunxi and followed her footsteps.

In the courtyard, there are patches of straw mats, which are piled up with messy and messy Chinese medicines, which are left here casually after the sun is dried during the day. The chaotic courtyard resembles a huge medicine jar, filled with medicinal herbs that have been evaporated by the sun.

She opened the door of the main house and ushered the two into the house. Although the house is not as good as the Zhu Bed Jade House where she used to live, it is spacious enough and has all the things. She lit the candle in the menorah in the room and extinguished the white candle in her hand.

Shi Jiaheng put Chu Yunxi flat on the bed in the inner room, probed his nose, and felt his pulse, his breath was weak and his pulse was weak.

Ju Xuan anxiously stretched out her head to see that the wound exposed to the bright light seemed more serious, the blood on the edge of the wound had coagulated into a blood clot and stuck to the broken arrow, her shirt was basically soaked with blood, and her body seemed to lose control for a while.

Xuan, who had just calmed down, burst into tears again: "How can it be so badly injured, let's ask a doctor to treat it." ”

"Miss Xuan, do you have any wound medicine, gauze, knives, scissors, and wine here?" Shi Jiaheng asked calmly.

A string of tears fell to the ground, and she nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, there is a pharmacy in front of my yard, all kinds of medicinal materials are ready, scissors, gauze and wine are ready-made." It's great that Childe will cure you. ”

Shi Jiaheng nodded, and then ordered in an orderly manner: "Then bother you, hurry up and prepare these things, and then go and boil a pot of hot water." ”

Yu Yu listened carefully for a few moments, and then he said: "Then you go to the door to guard, if there is an outsider to search, you find a way to deal with the past, and leave the rest to me, I will tell you to come in, and you will come in again." ”

Suddenly, she put the things she needed one by one at the head of the bed, and before she went out to guard the door, she glanced at Chu Yunxi who was dying, and tears of distress rolled down. Although she was forced to calm down, her voice and movements still trembled uncontrollably!

Seeing her leave, Shi Jiaheng locked the door and took off the long sword to hang at the head of the bed. Then he treated Chu Yunxi's wounds without any confusion. He poured some hot water into the copper basin first, and the heat rose and soaked his face. Then he soaked the white silk in a basin of hot water, and with his strong and delicate hands began to unbutton the collar of the wounded.

The gauze hat she wears on weekdays hangs down her shoulders, which can not only cover her face but also protect her neck to hide her identity as a woman. But Chu Yunxi, who is as careful as a hair, is still wearing a high-necked shirt and tightly surrounding his neck, even in the hot summer, he does not dare to slack off in the slightest. When Shi Jiaheng untied her collar, there was already a row of fine prickly heat on her thin white neck, like a layer of red sand sprinkled in the snow.

In order to prevent the sharp pain of the arrow-cutting process from causing her to struggle, he cut a few strips of gauze with a dagger to immobilize her limbs, and he shook off the orchid brocade quilt on the bed and covered her below her abdomen.

The two clothes inside and outside were peeled off, and the fiery red plum that crawled on her shoulders became more and more gorgeous against the background of her pale complexion. Shi Jiaheng's cheeks were hot from the bright red color, and the fingers of both hands hung gracefully in the air as if they were picking the piano, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

This was not the first time he had seen Chu Yunxi's snow-like shoulders. Although there is a difference between men and women, it doesn't hurt to be in a hurry to do anything. But the last time it was a shoulder injury, this time it was a little ...... He was stunned for a moment and scratched his head with his backhand.

The broken arrow was buried in the breast cloth above her right breast, the blood-red breast cloth had lost its original pure color, and it carried a bit of seductive temptation.

The thick blood still couldn't hide the body fragrance on the girl's body, as if a gust of hot wind was stirred up by the bottom of the sea and his heart rippled.

A thin bead of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his right hand holding the scissors couldn't help shaking, and the cold tip of the scissors clamped around her chest, and along the edge of the arrow wound, it opened and closed, and the blood-stained cotton cloth fell from her chest like a bud.

Shi Jiaheng stood up in a panic and pulled up the thin quilt to cover her chest, and the quilt was blown up by the bulging wind, just like the heat wave rolling in his heart. He turned, his cheeks like a steamed, drunken crab. He moved to call for Xuan, but hesitated.

Xuan Huang helped because he had affection for Chu Changgeng, not for chivalry. If she knew that this Chu painter was actually dressed as a man, maybe she would be angry and angry, and she would retaliate if she didn't protect it, it would be self-defeating!

He hesitated for a moment, but decided to take matters into his own hands.