Lan Ruoxin's wound was bandaged by herself, and at that time, the city wall was full of old men, and it was not easy to ask someone to clean up the wound, so she casually groped for the location of the wound and sprinkled some gold sore medicine with her. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The bleeding is temporarily stopped, but the medicine on the wound must be sprinkled unevenly, if it is not cleaned up from the new medicine, it is easy to affect the healing of the wound.

Yang Huairen remembered that Lan Ruoxin was desperate to protect himself during the day, and his heart warmed.

The women of this era are really cute, the things they have identified, the people they have recognized, are willing to give up everything they have for it, give everything they have, and resolutely refuse.

At least in the eyes of these women, love is more important than life and wealth, and men really can't compare with this aspect.

He Zhiyun is like this, Wang Xialian is like this, Lan Ruoxin is like this, even a dusty woman like Qiao Peony, when the dream of love was shattered, did not miss the mortal dust, but resolutely chose death.

In Yang Huairen's view, maybe this is the Great Song version of "life is precious, and love is more expensive".

But the problem is that Lan Ruoxin showed her sincerity, and Yang Huairen didn't know what to do.

In less than a year, he has already married two wives and concubines, and now he is facing Lan Ruoxin, what should he do?

Promise her to marry her and make him a concubine? Is He Zhiyun willing? Lan Ruoxin made such a big deal about Liang Yitan's assassination, obviously wanting to enjoy her beloved man for herself, how could she be willing to marry into the Yang family and be a child?

Even if the two of them are willing, Lan Ruoxin abandons what she once regarded as her life's work, is the Qinglian Gang behind her willing?

It is difficult to be a woman, it is even more difficult to be a man, and it is difficult to be a man who can enjoy the blessings of all people.

After thinking about a lot of useless troubles, Yang Huairen found that he had come to Lan Ruoxin's tent, holding the gold sore medicine given to him by Xuan Langzhong in his hand, and he hesitated.

"Who's out there?" Lan Ruoxin in the tent asked vigilantly.

"Uh...... It's me. ”

"Is there something wrong?"

Hearing that it was Yang Huairen's voice, the voice in the tent immediately became shy.

"I ......"

Yang Huairen didn't know why, he suddenly had a feeling of being in a different world, and he was even shy, just like when he first met Lan Ruoxin in his previous life, it was exactly the same.

"I have the gold sore medicine given by Xuanlang here, and I was a fart last time...... When there is an injury somewhere, this gold sore medicine is used, and the wound heals very quickly, so ...... I'm here to give you a clear wound and a change of medicine. ”

In the tent, Lan Ruo's face turned red with a sigh of embarrassment, he wants to give me medicine? At...... That place?

After an awkward silence for a while, she said in a shy, "No, don't bother you, I've already been drugged myself......"

"I know, but you can't see the wound yourself, you haven't cleaned it yet, and the medicine is not evenly applied, so you might as well ...... I'll help you refill the medicine. ”

After Yang Huairen finished speaking, he turned his head to see that no one was paying attention to him nearby, and then he turned sideways to listen to the answer in the tent.

There was another silence, Lan Ruoxin was a deer in her heart, since she was willing to give up everything she had to confess to Yang Huairen, she had given everything she had to this man, but now that he was allowed to take medicine in her own place, she still buried her head in the quilt in shame.

But if it weren't for him, who else would be able to wash her wounds and apply medicine? Qingping Guan counted the women who dressed up as men, and there were no other women, if she could accept a man to look at her body and touch her, it could only be Yang Huairen.

After a while, a muffled, muffled voice came from the tent, "You...... Come on in. ”

Yang Huairen didn't know why, it was originally a righteous and bright thing to help Lan Ruoxin clean his wounds and apply medicine, but he was weak-hearted as if he had been a thief, lifted the side curtain of the tent and flashed in.

There was not much space in the tent, a marching bed with two horses and a wooden plank took up one-third of the space, and there were two more horses, side by side stacked with the clothes and armor of the soldiers that Lan Ruoxin had faded from, and an oil lamp was placed on a stone next to the bed.

Lan Ruoxin was lying on the bed with her back up, and when she saw Yang Huairen coming in, she didn't greet him, but continued to bury her face in the quilt.

I don't know whether to say that the atmosphere is ambiguous or embarrassing, and even the flickering lights seem to shake their heads and laugh at the cowardice of the two people.

A woman like Lan Ruoxin who practices martial arts has a really slender and toned figure, even if she is lying on the bed, she still naturally shows her exquisite curves.

Yang Huairen couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of spit.

However, he reacted immediately, punched himself in the head, and said to himself in his heart, "What do you think, it is a good thing for you to give medicine to others, if you want to be crooked, what is the difference between it and hooligans?" Yang Huairen, Yang Huairen, don't be so low, we are cultured hooligans......"

Close your eyes and take a deep breath, try to calm yourself, and involuntarily recite a few sentences from the inner strength of the mind according to the habit of these days, and when you open your eyes again, your mind will be as calm as water.

"I'm going to give you medicine, it may be a little painful, you bear with it a little."

The voice was calm and serious, faintly revealing the majesty of this kind of manhood, Lan Ruoxin listened, but her heart became even more nervous, and she buried her head deeper in the quilt.

Yang Huairen squatted down and took out a small jar of high-height liquor, a bottle of gold sore medicine, a few pieces of cotton cloth and a long silk from his arms and placed them on the edge of the bed.

He pinched Lan Ruoxin's pants with both hands, and slowly faded back, revealing a wound nearly an inch long, the medicinal powder around the wound and the coagulated blood were mixed together, obviously not very even, and some of them were piled up into some medicine bumps.

"Here, bear with me."

With his left hand, he poured a high amount of white wine on top of the wound little by little, letting the white wine slowly flow down her smooth skin, and with his right hand, he gently pinched a clean cotton cloth to wipe the blood from the wound.

wiped away the bloodstains, revealing Lan Ruoxin's skin as smooth as jade and white as snow, but Yang Huairen had no evil thoughts at this time, calmly doing the cleaning action, without distractions.

The liquor flowed over the wound, causing Lan Ruo's heart to throb, and the muscles and skin around the wound also tightened.

Yang Huairen knew that she felt pain, so he sped up his speed, carefully helped her clean it, quickly followed the direction of the wound, evenly sprinkled a layer of white medicine, and then folded a square handkerchief and applied it to the wound.

Then he gently hugged Lan Ruoxin's body and got up, and finally wrapped a long silk around his body, tied a knot in his crotch, and the whole process was completed.

"Alright."