Three hundred and eighty-third times

Mei Sanniang ignored Qin Ying's somewhat evasive look, pulled her right hand and looked at the wound that ran through the palm of her hand, seeing that the stitching marks were smoother than last time, knowing that she had sewn it herself, she didn't know how to express it in distress for a while, leaned down and blew, and the sadness in her eyes was unobstructed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Actually, it's not as serious as it seems, just apply the ointment on time every day." Qin Ying was so protected by her, she was a little embarrassed.

"Last time you were injured in Youzhou, you definitely didn't eat much during the recuperation period, this time I honestly raised it at home, and drank pig's trotter soup every day to make up for it." Mei Sanniang glared at Qin Ying, showing great annoyance at her irresponsible statement.

"Drink only soup and don't eat meat." Qin Ying wanted to tell Mei Sanniang that she had someone by her side when she was in Youzhou, and she was basically at ease during the days when she was injured, but in the end, she frowned and bargained with her.

Today's popular meat is cattle and sheep, but cattle and sheep are all hair, and it is best not to eat Qin Ying if he has a knife wound. The people don't eat pork much, so pork is still a very valuable and rare thing, and the price is more expensive than cattle and sheep, Qin Ying is still a little reluctant to spend money on himself. Besides, Qin Ying has always been a picky eater, and she doesn't like very fatty meat when she looks at it, such as pig's trotters.

Mei Sanniang thought that Qin Ying was too lazy to gnaw, wrapped her right hand with a soft handkerchief, and whispered in a doting tone: "Then after boiling the soup, shave off the skin and flesh of the pig's trotters and steam them into a freeze for you to eat, in short, you can't waste it." ”

Qin Ying's nose was a little sour when he heard this. I remember that when I was a child, my sister saw that she didn't eat cowpeas, and she tried her best to change her tricks and cook for her.

In the afternoon, Qin Ying was packing up her things independently, but Mei Sanniang didn't let her interfere when she came, and did the work herself.

She sat in front of the chest of drawers and looked through Qin Ying's robe, seeing that these materials were thin, thinking that they were all in season in summer, and then thinking that she was more afraid of cold than others all winter, and now she was still gritting her teeth here without thick clothes, and tears couldn't stop falling.

Qin Ying approached Mei Sanniang unexpectedly, wrapped her fingers around her cheeks and asked, "Why are you crying?" ”

"Why don't you send someone home to get a winter coat to keep out the cold?" Mei Sanniang cried and sobbed, and her words were not neat.

"I'm afraid that giving someone a handle will provoke you to be implicated." Qin Ying patiently raised her right hand, letting all her tears fall on the handkerchief.

"-Silly. I'm not afraid to go to Yongzhou Prison again. Mei Sanniang hiccuped not very good, and a crystal light condensed between her eyelashes.

Qin Ying shook his head and said, "But I'm afraid." "I'm afraid that I won't be able to get out, I'm afraid that you'll be in prison and tormented by not seeing the light of day.

In her previous life, Qin Ying had squatted in Dali Temple Prison for more than a month, and she didn't want Mei Sanniang to experience that kind of fearful days.

In this life, Mei Sanniang has been in prison once because of Hou Junji, which is enough.

……

Qin Ying entered the house that had been absent for more than ten years, and as soon as she returned to the box and got on the couch to get ready to sleep, she saw that the little maid moved a huge bath bucket into the room under the instruction of Mei Sanniang.

"If your hand hurts, you can't get wet." She called through the screen.

"I'll wash it for you." Mei Sanniang bypassed the low screen and stood in front of Qin Ying and replied very calmly.

Qin Ying looked at Mei Sanniang in horror with her heart, and held back a sentence for a while: "Men and women don't kiss, and so do women." ”

Mei Sanniang rubbed the back of Qin Ying's head: "Generally, if you have a bad time, you have to take the wind and wash the dust." ”

"Wash it." Qin Ying turned over and sat up, lifted the quilt that had just been warmed, ripped off his clothes with one hand, and turned around to see that Mei Sanniang had no intention of going out to avoid it, Qin Ying blushed and stammered, "I'll come by myself." ”

"Look at your shy look, I haven't washed it for you before." Mei Sanniang stood on the side of the bathtub, picked up the wooden ladle placed on the small table, and scooped a scoop of fragrant soup and hot water.

Qin Ying was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and the two blushes on her face became even more obvious. It's true, but it's really awkward to say. She reluctantly untied the three-layer robe, only the small clothes were submerged in the bath bucket, and Mei Sanniang let her dismantle the wooden hairpin and wash the green silk.

Because Mei Sanniang's technique was very slow and gentle, Qin Ying tilted her head and leaned on the edge of the bath tub, gradually becoming a little drowsy.

That night, she was hit with the edge of the horizontal knife with her bare hands, and her injuries were definitely not trivial. However, the strong enemy cannot show weakness at the moment, and only when she saw Hou Junji staggering away from the Sanqing Palace step by step, she dared to close her eyes and faint.

When I woke up, it was already four watches. She fell in a pool of blood in a small stall left by someone who didn't know who left her, and her robe was dotted with dots. At the critical moment, Su Gan Chengji, who helped Qin Ying stab people with a sword, didn't know where to go, she struggled to sit up, untied the bandaged messy black cloth, and checked her right hand.

Fortunately, Hou Junji didn't want to kill her, and the five main supporting hand bones were not cut off by a huge force under a single blow, but there were already fine bone stubbles embedded in the blurred flesh.

This picture is a little psychologically unbearable for Qin Ying, who doesn't go into the kitchen and doesn't eat raw meat.

However, after she was assassinated in the convoy to Silla, she also treated the hideous wounds of others. The injuries were much more terrifying than she was now. Standing up with the incense case top-heavy, she hurriedly went to the backyard patio to fetch a bucket of water, gritted her teeth and stomped her feet to pour cold water on the wound.

No one has gotten up to wash up yet, otherwise I might have a nightmare at night when I see the pale red blood water falling from the patio.

The well water in early spring was so frozen that Qin Ying shuddered and wrapped her robe tightly, went into the room and took out a small turn of mulberry thread and a needle box, and simply disinfected it and stitched it up to the knife edge that was already deep into the bones.

Su Gan Chengji sat on the beam of her room, closed his breath, watched her meticulous movements, and wondered how she could use needles and threads left and right as she knew how to heal. Later, seeing that she still had the energy to write silk with her left hand after sewing up the wound, he felt that this person's perseverance should not be underestimated.

Maybe it was fainting in the Sanqing Hall at night, maybe it was a bucket of cold water, maybe it was the inflammation of the wound, she started a high fever at dawn, and she felt hot and cold, but her body was hot to the touch.

She didn't know which of the two contradictory feelings was correct, so she simply relaxed her mind and ignored it, changed into a clean robe, and even put away the boots that had stepped on the bloodstains, took a spare pair and put them on again, and went out to prepare to clean up the dried blood stains of the Sanqing Palace.

Unexpectedly, someone was one step ahead of her, and the Guangping Daoist leaned over and held the kudzu cloth, wiping the blood that had penetrated between the paulownia floors.

Qin Ying was taken aback for a moment, then pretended to be calm, and said to him, and had already sat down next to the new futon.

[Note] I have so much love, I really want to stand lily cp. I didn't protect Qin Ying as a heroine, she is actually an iron-blooded real man in my heart. The author has seen Tanmei a lot, and he is quite poisoned.

(To be continued.) )