Maybe it was too close, and the breathing sound of Beiyin became heavier and heavier, which was not at all as uniform and calm as a person who practiced martial arts. Xun Youyou felt that something was wrong and wanted to ask him to put himself down.

"The front is the Liyun Palace, I'll walk back by myself."

"When did this king agree to let you go back to Liyun Palace?" Beiyin's voice deliberately suppressed something, but his steps accelerated, and he took three steps and two steps towards Tenglong Pavilion.

Your Excellency Tenglong has prepared ginger soup, presumably Liuchuan has ordered, the widow Beiyin signaled everyone to retreat, and then entered the dormitory, and only entered the door with his hind feet, Xun Youyou heard him curse in a low voice, and his whole body fell to the ground, he tried his best to support, barely protecting the person in his arms, and he fell to the ground on his side, looking painful.

"You, what's wrong?" Xun Youyou noticed that a large area of black and red blood on his snow-white mink cloak had been half-dried and discolored, which was even more shocking.

"Help me to bed." The widow Beiyin seems to be in great pain.

Xun Youyou helped him to the bed in a panic, but they were really disparity in size, and when Beiyin lay down, she didn't know whether it was palpitations or too much effort, and her forehead was sweating.

"I'll go and ask Mr. Wen." Xun Youyou suddenly remembered the imperial doctor who had treated him last time.

"Don't let anyone know about my injury, otherwise ......" Beiyin, who was already extremely weak, grabbed Xun Youyu's sleeve, panting and unable to speak, only signaling in the direction of the green wood carved cabinet with his eyes.

Xun staggered along his line of sight looking for first-aid medicine, opened a drawer, large and small jars and bottles, and all kinds of trauma supplies. Xun Youyou didn't think much about it, and took the medicine with common sense.

Beiyin's lips were pale and sweaty like rain, she untied the placket of his upper body with her hands trembling, and a knife cut more than five inches long was reflected in front of her eyes, fortunately, the knife edge was not deep, but because the injury was too long, black and red and raw blood were blurred and difficult to distinguish.

"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you bandage this king quickly!" The widow and the north roared Xun Youyu, who was out of his mind.

Ignoring the doubts in his mind, Xun Youyou bandaged the wound in what he thought was the most appropriate treatment, and his body suddenly softened after being highly nervous, and he accidentally fell on the edge of the bed.

"Come here, lie down." The widow Beiyin seemed to be relieved.

"Neither can this king do anything to you tonight." Seeing that she didn't move, he added.

Xun Youyou still didn't move, her clothes were already stained with blood, thinking about what to do.

"Put on the king's clothes, anyway, it's not like you haven't worn a man's clothes." There is also King Beiyin who is in the mood to joke.

Xun Youyou had no choice but to tear one out of the widow Beiyin's clothes and put it on, which was used as a cover, and it was redundant.

She was wearing his wide robe, loose and unhuman, with a smile in her eyes, which was caught by Xun Youyou at a glance, and she knew that she was at a loss, so she had to be teased by him.

"Next time, maybe try role-playing." Beiyin said seriously.

"Death does not change." Xun Yu smacked him.

But he still lay down beside him obediently, and he was very careful, for fear of touching the wound of the widow Beiyin, and finally found a suitable and comfortable position, and a pair of big arms hung down to press his chest.

"If you can't eat it, don't worry about it." Xun Youyu said angrily.

Beiyin smiled dumbly, and then wrapped his arms around her waist, and did not go any further, for a long time, Xun Youyou heard the sound of breathing behind him gradually stabilized, so he slowly turned around, but unexpectedly, Beiyin was looking at her meaningfully. Xun Youyou was very embarrassed, his big eyes blinked dryly a few times, and he lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes to turn around.

"Kiss me." The sudden command came, and Xun Youyu's head didn't turn back in the middle, and it wasn't if he didn't return.

"You, still, it's better to do it yourself." She retracted her head, looking from the sight of the widow Beiyin, her shoulders were stiff, the snow-white skin on the back of her neck was buried deep in the head, revealing a large piece of scenery, and there was still a dark fragrance of ice muscle and jade bones.