Rong Yi lowered his eyes and looked at her, his eyes were covered by long eyelashes, his eyes became deeper and deeper, he sat down slowly and methodically, and said to Feng'er,

"Go and bring a basin of water, and bring a piece of pancreas."

"It's good." Seeing that Rong Shizi was going to help the young lady deal with her wounds, Feng'er responded crisply and walked towards the outside of the house.

Rong Yi held her hand and didn't remove the gauze, Ming Yulong knew that he was going to wait for his hands to be cleaned before moving, and scratched the back of his right hand with his left hand, waiting for his next words.

"When I came in, I heard you say that Bailikun made you angry, what's the matter?" He spoke slowly, in an extremely soft voice, like the sound of a flowing river, low and charming.

I was almost kissed by Bailikun!

Ming Yulong looked at his faint smiling face, and this sentence was in his mouth, but he couldn't say it.

She had a feeling that she was going to be unlucky if she spoke out.

The hell knows how it feels like that.

But there is danger, of course, she has to choose to avoid it.

Ming Yulong scratched his head, his eyes fell on the wound in his hand, and his eyes suddenly lit up,

"Do you need to ask? You see, I said I didn't want to shoot an arrow, and he pulled me hard, and my hands were bleeding, so of course I was angry! ”

Rong Yi's fingertips swept over the gauze, and a little wave flashed in his inky eyes when he heard the words, and he asked in a little surprise:

"If you don't want to shoot an arrow, he can't force you. This kind of thing makes you angry and makes a bit of a fuss. ”

Don't look at her when you should be more tolerant.

It's just that I'm very smart at this time.

Ming Yulong's eyes blinked, and her eyebrows furrowed, "Didn't you say that I have a chicken belly?" I just like to make a big fuss, and it's not too small!

Look at it, look at it, I'm going to participate in the Six Arts Academy competition in eight days.

If he doesn't pull me to shoot an arrow, I won't bleed, and what if I can't get better, I can't hold a pen, I can't answer a question?

That's a big deal! You say, don't you? ”

Rong Yi's eyes flashed slightly, and he hooked his lips and said, "It's indeed a big thing." ”

"I'll just say it," Ming Yulong nodded, "Of course I'm angry about such a big thing." ”

While the two were talking, Feng'er fetched water and brought a jasmine-scented pancreas over, put it on the copper basin stand, and called:

"Rong Shizi, the slave and maid have already brought it to you."

Rong Yi answered, put Ming Yulong's hand on the table, then stood up, walked to the shelf, scooped up water to wet his hands, and cleaned up his fingers, palms, and wrists little by little.

Ming Yulong supported his chin with his left hand, watched his elegant movements, and secretly thought:

If it were in modern times, Rong Yi would wash her hands so carefully every time she changed her dressing, much like those professional surgeons.

Rong Yi was wearing a white coat, revealing a light purple shirt, a straight collar, a high-grade fountain pen on his chest, and his handsome short hair hanging down in front of his eyes, talking about his condition to the patient.

It's also handsome.

Sure enough, a good person is good, and the charm of changing clothes is still undiminished.

A certain woman was a nymphomaniac here, and she heard a discordant sound from outside the courtyard.

After Feng'er heard this, she walked outside the courtyard and asked the little maid:

"What is the noise at the door for?"

The little maid said to her, "Sister Feng'er, His Royal Highness the King of Changning, who lives in the mansion, said that he wanted to go into the courtyard to see Miss.

The mother-in-law stopped him and said that he would not do it until he was reported. ”