It's really not that Meng Wei suddenly became respectful, in the past, she rarely called Ye Zichuan 'you', but now she blurted out, which shows how serious and scary Ye Zichuan's expression is.

Obviously, she was quite satisfied with what she was eating just now, but this time the storm is coming, could it be that she didn't know that she made this little marquis unhappy?

Countless speculations flashed through Meng Wei's mind for a moment, and Ye Zichuan directly reached out and grabbed her arm, forcing Meng Wei to look directly at him: "How did you get hurt?" Why don't you say it when you get hurt."

Wounded?

Meng Wei was stunned, and subconsciously glanced at her hands, which were white, fleshy, and had a faint cocoon in the palms, but in addition, there were no scars, not even broken skin, where did the injuries come from?

"The slave is fine, she is not injured, and she does not feel any pain"

This is the most common explanation, but in Ye Zichuan's opinion, he thought that Meng Wei had lost too much blood, so he was no longer conscious, and suddenly turned back nervously and ordered the housekeeper: "Go and ask the doctor, invite a few more." ”

As he spoke, he was going to take Meng Wei to the side room to rest.

"Little Weiwei is injured?"

Chu Jingfeng and Qian Maotong, who were eating not far away, couldn't help but raise their heads when they heard Ye Zichuan's words, and saw that the person concerned was looking around blankly, and they didn't know what was going on, so they couldn't help twitching the corners of their mouths.

Meng Wei didn't understand what Ye Zichuan meant at all, looked at the steward who turned around and was about to leave, and hurriedly stopped him: "Wait, Steward Mao, you wait first," halfway through, he tried to withdraw his arm again to no avail, and couldn't help shouting urgently, "Little Marquis, what's wrong with you?" The slave is fine, she is not hurt."

"And said you weren't hurt, weren't you injured while riding? All had shed so much blood. ”

Ye Zichuan pointed to her calf, Meng Wei looked down, and heard a few soft cries behind her, and when she saw the red mark on the hem of the skirt, she was stunned, and she couldn't cry or laugh for a while.

She wore a light blue dress today, and the red mark was not very deep, but it did look red.

"Oh my God, little girl, you actually came here so early," one of the cooks hurriedly stepped forward to pick up Meng Wei and smiled awkwardly at Ye Zichuan, "Little Hou Ye, this little girl is not injured, it's not a big deal, the slave maid took her to the back to freshen up first, you don't have to worry." ”

Who knew that Ye Zichuan didn't let go, but frowned: "What's wrong?" After shedding so much blood, it's not a big deal? ”

With Ye Zichuan's words, many people's eyes saw that Meng Wei subconsciously wanted to cover it with her hands, but she couldn't help but hide herself behind the cook with a blushing face: "Oh, the slave is really fine, little marquis, let go, just go and change your clothes." ”

Ye Zichuan was still worried in his heart, and when the steward saw this, he couldn't help but think of something, and hurriedly gave another standing cook a look, the cook was a little scared, but she came over and explained to Ye Zichuan in a low voice, and saw that Ye Zichuan's face was 'Teng' red, as if he was burned, and gave his hand: "You, you go quickly." ”

got free, Meng Wei was busy asking the cook to take her to the wing room to change clothes, but the clothes were there, but they couldn't be compared with the quality of the clothes she wore when she came, they were the linen clothes of the cook's daughter, and they felt a little rough to the touch.

But looking at the long bloodstains on her body, she could only endure it.

However, as soon as Meng Wei changed her clothes, she found a problem, her pants that were a little above the knee, commonly known as obscene pants, were white and clean, without a trace of blood.

She was so ashamed and panicked by the blood stain in front of everyone that she forgot to think for a while, but now she feels that something is wrong when she thinks about it.

When she wore it, this body was skinny, with yellow hair, and at a glance, she knew that it was stunted by eating less and wearing less, and in this case, it was not bad to have a menstrual period of two years, that is, in modern times, people who drank too much of those drinks that contained some hormones, milk tea, etc., were considered early at the age of twelve or thirteen.

The cook hurriedly came in from outside, holding a pair of dirty pants in her hand and said, "Little girl, I just cared about taking the skirt, forgot about the dirty pants, and just brought a clean one?" Little girl, why don't you have dirty pants on them? ”

Meng Wei thought for a while, and reviewed her actions after coming here, wanting to get her skirt and trouser legs on them, obviously it was impossible to get them on them by walking around so casually, and she only thought about it when she could get them.

Recruited, Meng Wei was shocked by her own idea, but felt that only this was the most reasonable.

Meng Wei hurriedly put on the linen skirt, ignoring the rough feeling caused by the rag rubbing the skin, Meng Wei said thank you to the cook, and couldn't wait to go out.

"Little Hou Ye, Xiao Hou Ye, the slave maid has something I want to ask Xiao Hou Ye."

Meng Wei trotted in front of Ye Zichuan, and because she could run in time, she had to support her knees with her hands and pant for breath.

Ye Zichuan didn't have the heart to eat for a long time, although he later knew that Meng Wei was not injured, and he also figured out why it was bleeding, Meng Wei was better when he left just now, but now facing Meng Wei, he remembered the 'fuss' just now, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and couldn't help but glance at the two people who were sitting back in place and eating, so he didn't feel so embarrassed.

Coughing, Ye Zichuan reminded: "If you have anything to do, it's okay to say it, don't run in a hurry, it will be uncomfortable later." ”

Just as she was breathing slowly, she heard Ye Zichuan's words, Meng Wei was stunned, shook her hand and hurriedly explained: "Little Hou Ye, the slave has nothing to do, what breed of wind chasing mount does the slave want to ask the little Hou Ye?" ”

"Lord's mount is naturally a sweaty BMW paid tribute by other countries, don't you say cough just now," Ye Zichuan subconsciously glanced at Meng Wei's skirt, but realized that it was a little wrong to look like this, and couldn't help but silence.

Although the words are not finished, the meaning is self-evident.

Meng Wei couldn't cry or laugh: "It turned out that it was all because of sweating in the wind, and the slave maid thought it was really a big oolong." ”

Not to mention Meng Wei, even a few people who were listening on the side suddenly understood the cause and effect, and after the embarrassment, they continued to be lively before.

In the end, Chu Jingfeng and Ye Zichuan looked interested, and they also tried to bake two skewers under itchy hands, but they were not very good at baking because of the heat.

Later, I tried a few times, but I barely got by, and Chu Jingfeng was so happy that he couldn't see his teeth, and said that he could also cook barbecue in the house in the future.

In this regard, Meng Wei was noncommittal, and only reminded him not to eat burnt things, but she didn't know that her impression of Brother Gongzi made barbecue popular in the capital for a while.

( = )