When the whirlwind was bandaged by the clean dust, the clean dust glanced at her inadvertently. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 I saw that she had fluffy temples and wore a gold crown made of gold leaf on her head. Jingchen didn't recognize what kind of jewelry it was, but only saw that it was bent into a few butterflies and daisy flowers with gold silk, which was quite elegant.

Perhaps because of the constant bumps in the copper palace just now, the jewelry on the head of the whirlpool was also crooked, the hair was scattered, and a strand of green silk hung down, bending on her pink neck.

There were still a few patches of blood on her chest, some deep, some shallow. Probably the dead child vomited on it, so it wasn't embarrassing.

However, her expression when she bandaged the dust was extremely serious and focused, her hands were gentle, her demeanor was serene, and under the background of the bonfire, the whole person was glowing with a layer of blurry orange and yellow shimmer.

Jingchen's heart fluttered.

From the time he can remember to the present, there are only two kinds of people in his eyes, one is a Buddhist person like him, and the other is a person who lives in the world and needs to be transformed by himself.

At that moment just now, the swirling wave seemed to fall from the distant, starry night sky, and it was rightly horizontal in front of the pure dust. She is neither a person in Buddhism, nor is she a person who needs to be transformed by herself, so she appeared in Jingchen's eyes in such a nondescript and impartial manner, making his originally bright world begin to become chaotic......

Suddenly, Jingchen became a little restless. He furrowed his eyebrows, and with a cold face, he pulled his hand back from Xuanbo's arms.

Xuanbo was startled by his movements, raised his head and said softly, "Master, you haven't finished bandaging yet." ”

Jingchen twisted his face to the side and whispered, "It's a little painful, I'll do it myself." ”

Xuanbo listened to his words and blushed slightly. After a while, she explained: "I don't usually do this kind of work, and my subordinates will inevitably not be serious, and if it hurts you, please forgive me." ”

Jingchen bandaged the rest of the part three times and twice, and instead of looking at the swirling waves, he turned his head to the others and said, "Today, the copper palace has been bumpy in the stone cave for so long, everyone is very tired, rest for a while, let's recuperate and then look for a way out." ”

The guards and Mama Li didn't speak, and Lu Bang responded: "It's all up to the master's arrangement." ”

Seeing that everyone's mood was quite stable, Jingchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, sat cross-legged on the side, closed his eyes and recuperated.

Xuan Bo took Yingluo's hand, and the two snuggled together, and also fell asleep deeply.

After sleeping for some time, Xuanbo suddenly coughed a few times, and then woke up from his sleep. Yingluo replied in a daze: "Princess, I'll bring you a cup of osmanthus tea." ”

But when I opened my eyes, I realized that this was not in the princess's mansion, this was under the ground a few feet deep, where did the tea come from? In this damp stone room, there is not even a cup for tea. Yingluo was in a hurry and took off the gold leaf inlaid butterfly crown on the whirling bun.

Yingluo took the golden crown to the low-lying water in the rock chamber, took out the nasha handkerchief in her arms, filtered the water, and poured it into the golden crown, and carefully held it in front of Xuanbo.

Xuan Bo took the golden crown and just brought it to his mouth, suddenly thought of something, and gently put the golden crown back into Yingluo's hand.

She got up and walked over to Jingchen and said softly, "Master." Jingchen did not answer.

Because he knew that Jingchen's character had always been silent, Xuanbo didn't care and called out again: "Master." This time, Jingchen still didn't answer.

At this moment, Xuanbo felt that something was wrong, and she pushed Jingchen to find that his whole body was a little stiff. Because I saw the corpse of the dead child just now, it was also extremely stiff,]

So everything in front of him scared the whirlwind out of his mind. She grabbed Jingchen's arm and shook it vigorously: "Master, what's wrong with you?" Wake up, don't scare us......"

Jingchen was woken up by her, opened her eyes faintly, and whispered, "What's the matter?" ”

When Xuanbo saw that his eyes were dilated and his voice was hoarse, he knew that he was sick. So he quickly raised his hand to stroke his forehead, and then exclaimed: "It's so hot!" You're really having a high fever. ”

Jingchen stared at her face, which was slightly red with worry, and after a moment, he struggled to raise his hand and push her away. At this time, he felt as if his whole body was filled with lead water, and he was so heavy that he felt like he was carrying a thousand pounds of strength when he moved.

He wanted to get up and stay away from the swirling waves, but as soon as his legs kept up, the front of him became blurred, and he was finally swallowed up by a black cloud, and he didn't know anything.

Seeing Jingchen stand up, Xuanbo shook his body, slowly fell to the side, and hurriedly stepped forward to support him. Then Yingluo was called, and the two of them worked together to lay the tall Jingchen on a relatively flat stone slab.

Xuanbo hadn't dealt with this situation, and he panicked for a while, and said to himself: "Master, he is strong in martial arts, how could he suddenly faint?" But poisoned? ”

Yingluo saw that the princess was sweating in a hurry, and hurriedly persuaded on the side: "Princess, don't worry. Poisoning is mostly impossible, if it is poisoned, there will be no life for a long time, how can you have a fever? ”

"Slave maid, the master may have suppurated from the wound on his hand. You think, it's so damp here, and there are so many wounds on the master's hands, most of them were watered when he was looking for firewood for everyone just now, will this not suppurate? ”

When Xuanbo heard this, he stomped his feet with remorse: "I just said that bandaging him could help him get better faster, but I didn't expect it to hurt him." Before his wounds were completely dry, he was surrounded by silk layers of silk, didn't this speed up the suppuration? ”

As soon as he thought that he was about to lose his life, Xuanbo was so anxious and angry that he couldn't help but cry.

Yingluo reminded on the side: "Don't worry, princess, the slave maid heard that there is a folk method that can speed up the healing of wounds, which is to use the hair to burn into ashes and sprinkle it on the wound, and the wound does not like to suppurate." ”

"You have this good idea, why didn't you say it earlier!" Hearing her idea, Vortex finally burst into tears and laughed.

They twisted off a handful of hair, put it on a stick, approached the campfire, burned it, and received a clean cloth to wrap it in.

When he came to Jingchen's side, he was not awake, and Xuan Bo touched his forehead, and his expression became heavier, because his body temperature was higher than just now.

Untying the silk silk wrapped around Jingchen's hand, Xuanbo found that the wound was no longer bright red, the edges were white, and with a light press, some pus overflowed.

Yingluo watched Xuanbo observe Jingchen's wound from the side, and wondered a little: "If this is in normal times, the princess would not have seen this kind of wound at all." Not to mention touching it, even if you look at it, you will definitely vomit with nausea. ”

"But looking at her today, not only did she not have anything to do, but she was also calmly observing the wound, which has never happened."

Seeing that there was no longer pus flowing out of the wet wound, Xuanbo breathed a sigh of relief, and had the strength to raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat that had just scared out of his face.