In the hall inside the Water Pavilion, the shadow with the naked upper body turned his back to her, his thin waist went straight down, and his long smooth black hair blocked most of his back.

No matter how calm Fu Minghua is, at this time, Leng might as well look at his half-naked back, which is instinctive.

She was a little annoyed, and her first reaction was to leave quickly, but the person in the water pavilion with his back to her turned half his face sideways and called her in.

After a while, Fu Minghua realized that this voice was a little familiar, like the voice of the third prince Yan chasing.

Fu Minghua turned his head back, Yan Chai turned his head halfway, his chin was extremely tight, and through the black hair, he could vaguely see the corners of his mouth pursed, showing some cold lines:

"Come here."

He called again, and there seemed to be a smell of blood in the pavilion, even if the grass curtains in the front hall were not all lowered, it was very pungent.

Fu Minghua first saw a man half-naked, and then found out that this person was Yan Chai, and then he seemed to be injured and let her pass.

It was also an instinctive reaction for a while, and by the time she came back to her senses, she had already entered the water pavilion, and it was too late to turn around and pretend to be frightened and flee without finding anything.

She looked away, hesitated for a while, and still told Mama Jiang and the others to wait for her outside, she wanted to enter the water pavilion to sit, so she put down the grass curtain and walked towards Yan Chai.

"Yuan Niang, help me."

Yan Chai's voice trembled a little, as if it was not her delusion, but really injured.

Fu Minghua endured and endured, and opened his eyes, but when he saw a cross-shaped slap on Yan Chai's chest, his eyelids still jumped.

The scars were deep. She could already see the bones, and she saw Yan Chai holding a dagger in one hand and an arrow that was still flesh and blood in the other.

The arrow he held in his palm had a barb. It is very vicious, it is estimated that Yan Chai was hit by an arrow, and then in order to take it out, he cut the wound and pulled the arrow out.

On the side were copper plates, long scarves cut into long strips, and a little black powder.

Yan Chai knelt on the couch, his face was pale, and the wings of his nose were full of beads of sweat on both sides of his forehead. He gritted his teeth, his cheek muscles twitched slightly, and he threw the arrow on the copper plate beside him in a fit of rage. There was a 'sonorous' sound.

Beads of blood dripped down his palm, and the red blood on the tip of the dagger in his hand dripped down, and he threw the dagger and took the wine jug beside him. Took a sip of it myself. Then he turned his head to spray it on his chest.

It's just that after he was injured, his movements were not very sensitive, and most of them were sprinkled wrong.

Fu Minghua hesitated, endured the fishy smell, rolled up his sleeves and wrung out the warm handkerchief in the copper plate prepared on the side, and carefully wiped the blood for him.

The blood didn't feel good when it touched her palm, and she watched as her snow-white hand gradually became submerged in the crimson water.

Yan Chai just hooked the corners of his mouth and stared at the top of her head. Keep your eyes focused.

After changing the veil twice, he cleaned up a little. The basin was full of blood, and her hands were sticky from blood. Fu Minghua endured the feeling of dizziness, took the wine in his hand, she didn't dare to drink it directly like Yan Chai, and there was nothing clean here.

The handkerchief she was carrying was also stained with blood, and after hesitation, she had to take the flask and pour it on his chest, and the wine slid down his strong lower abdomen, wetting his pants and clinging to his thighs.

Fu Minghua didn't dare to look at it anymore, Yan Chai seemed to endure the pain, and said in a trembling voice:

"Medicine ......" he ordered her to make a move one by one, just thinking that in the future, he would not remember his kindness, at least not hold a grudge against her, so that she would have a better life in the second half of her life.

After spilling the medicine and taking the clean white cloth prepared on the side, seeing that Yan Chai was a little angry, he hesitated, but finally picked it up to save it for him.

He sat honestly on his knees, as if he had endured the pain and was at her mercy.

To tie this cloth towel, you will inevitably have to wrap your hands around his back. She was careful not to touch his body, wrapped the cloth towel twice, and Fu Minghua saw something properly prepared on the side out of the corner of her eye.

Doubts suddenly arose in my heart.

She was blinded when she saw Yan Chai injured before, and when she came back to her senses, she sensed that something was wrong.

He was so seriously injured, even if he had to hide it from others, but the people close to him would never hide it.

After all, if you can hide this time, you can't hide it for a lifetime.

What's more, these things were obviously prepared for him by someone, otherwise he was injured like this, how could he have predicted that the gods of King Zheng were confined to the pain and brought these things out alone?

Wine and medicine are enough, but this basin of water is clearly prepared for him.

Once she began to doubt, she couldn't help but think of when she came over, Yan Chai was obviously facing away from her, but she could call out her name in one mouth.

She was a little angry, and the gauze in her hand tightened hard, and the green tendons on his neck bloomed, but she suddenly laughed in a low voice.

"Angry?"

He opened his mouth with a smile and looked at her with hidden anger.

Yan Chai knew that she was smart, but she didn't expect her to be so smart and come back to her senses in such a short time.

Fu Minghua calmed down for a long time: "What does Your Highness mean?" ”

She lowered her head, not wanting to look up at him, wanting to throw away the towel in her hand, and worried that he would find out that he was calculating himself, and in anger she deliberately strangled him with the towel, so she honestly wrapped the cloth towel and tied it again.

Just now her strong movement made his chest blood come out again, she didn't dare to look at it anymore, she wanted to sit farther away, Yan Chai had already made a move to pinch her wrist.

"Ahh She was just about to open her mouth, and she bit her lip again, Yan Chai dragged her into her arms, and she had to sit firmly on the soft couch with one hand, she was frightened and stretched out her hand to push him.

It's just that there is a huge difference in strength between the two, Fu Minghua doesn't know why he is so strong even though he is injured, obviously he pretended to be dead before.

Her wrist was tightly grabbed by Yan Chai, she struggled for a long time and he was not afraid, until she saw that the wound she had wrapped before pushing him began to bleed again, he grabbed her extremely tightly, no matter how she struggled, she didn't let go, with a little ruthlessness between her eyebrows, and finally Fu Minghua didn't dare to move anymore.

Gradually, he couldn't struggle, he sat down, took Fu Minghua in the crook of his arm, looked down, and his face turned a little pale: "I can't see that Yuan Niang's strength is not small." ”

At this time, he still had the heart to laugh with himself.

Fu Minghua was caught tightly by him, unable to move, and his eyebrows wrinkled when he smelled the rich smell of blood on his body.

Yan Chai stretched out her cold fingers to smooth her brows, she instinctively wanted to raise her head to avoid it, but because she was hugged by him in the crook of her arm, she seemed to lean closer into his arms.

She was about to sit up straight, but Yan Chai's hand was hooked to her waist.

(To be continued.) )

PS: First Update......

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