"Say what." Ning Yu said.

Zhao Ping stretched out his other hand, which had been hanging by his side, there was a finger-long wound on the back of his hand, the wound was fresh, blood flowed out of the wound, and the entire back of the hand was blood, flowing down the back of the finger and hand, ticking.

His face was wrinkled, looking pitiful, "It's hurt, it hurts." ”

It's just that there is a bright and burning light in his eyes.

Ning Yu: "......"

Ning Yu looked at the finger-long wound on the back of Zhao Ping's hand, and then looked at his wrinkled handsome face and flamboyant eyes, and he didn't know what to say.

Finally, he rolled his eyes and said, "If you're not so happy, maybe I'll believe you." ”

Zhao Ping: "......"

"I'm happy to see you." Zhao Pingdao, paused, and added: "It really hurts, I won't lie to you." ”

"I know it hurts, why don't you bandage it?" Ning Yu asked, apparently forgetting her previous words to the clouds.

Zhao Ping: "......"

Zhao Ping's flamboyant eyes gradually faded, and this time he looked really pitiful.

"Ning Anhe, your words don't count." Zhao Ping said in a low voice, "Still, you never take what you say to heart." ”

Ning Yu: "......??" ”

Ning Yu looked confused, and was stunned for a long time before remembering what she said yesterday, "If the general is injured in the future, I will definitely bandage the general as soon as possible, okay?" ”

So, is he accusing her of this?

It's just that she just said that yesterday, and today he was injured?

Deliberately.

Ning Yu's eyebrows turned cold, "How did you get this injury?" ”

Zhao Ping: "......"

"I accidentally scratched it while practicing my sword." Zhao Ping lowered his eyebrows and said, not seeing Ning Yu's slightly cold expression.

"Accidentally scratched while practicing the sword?" Ning Yu laughed angrily, "Zhao Qing'an, you are really good, how do you practice this sword, can you hurt the back of your hand?" You teach me. ”

Zhao Ping: "......"

Hearing Ning Yu's voice with a little anger, Zhao Ping raised his head, paused, and said, "Perhaps...... It was scratched when peeling fruit. ”

Looking at Ning Yu's more faint expression, Zhao Ping suddenly didn't dare to talk nonsense, and whispered: "Maybe I accidentally scratched it somewhere, I forgot." ”

"You're amazing!" Ning Yu snorted, turned around and left.

Looking at Ning Yu's petite back, Zhao Ping's eyebrows lowered, looked at the wound on the back of his hand, snorted, drooped down, leaned against the solid trunk behind him with his eyes closed, and rested the back of his intact hand on his eyebrows.

A moment later, a slight sound of footsteps sounded, and Zhao Ping only thought that it was a soldier who came to look for him, and ignored it.

The footsteps gradually became clear, and stopped in front of Zhao Ping.

"General Ben is in a bad mood at this moment, except for the assassination, what is there to postpone and discuss." Zhao Ping's voice was low, with a little bit of loneliness, "Go out." ”

However, after Zhao Ping finished speaking, not only did the man not leave, but he actually sat down opposite him, and the wooden basin was placed on the table, smashing it with a "bang", and the sound of water swaying.

Before Zhao Ping could lose his temper, the man actually took the hand that hung down at his side.

"What?! Did you say it so that you couldn't hear it when you went out? Zhao Ping opened his eyes, and there was a cold chill in his eyes.

That's the kind of expression he only has when he gets up.

saw that it was Ning Yu who went and returned.

He was stunned, and the coldness in his eyes gradually melted away, and was replaced by grievance.

"Aren't you leaving?" Zhao Ping was aggrieved.

Ning Yu: "......"

"I'm going to fetch water and clean your wounds." Ning Yu said, wring out the handkerchief and wiping the blood around the wound on the back of Zhao Ping's hand.

"I said you're really good." Ning Yu snorted, "Because of my words, I can hurt myself?" I'll bandage your wound once, can it bloom? ”

“…… Yes. Zhao Ping whispered, "It can bloom a flower in my heart." ”

Ning Yu didn't hear clearly, and looked up at Zhao Ping: "What did you say?" ”

"Nothing." Zhao Ping said, the tips of his ears turned red.

A flower quietly bloomed in the bottom of her heart, and the petals bloomed, revealing Ning Yu's innocent and sweet smile.

In two sentences, Ning Yu had already wiped the blood flowing from the back of Zhao Ping's hand.

She untied the purse around her waist, pulled open the purse strap, revealing a small porcelain bottle inside, she pinched it out, opened the stopper, and shook it lightly on the back of Zhao Ping's hand, the medicine powder was sprinkled on the wound, and Zhao Ping's hand shrank slightly.

"Don't move." Ning Yu took his hand and looked up at him, "What, I'm afraid of pain?" ”

"Well, I'm afraid it hurts." Zhao Ping nodded, his eyes were reluctant to leave Ning Yu's fair and beautiful little face.

"You dare to hurt yourself for fear of pain, and you have such a deep wound, you are really amazing." Ning Yu sneered.

Zhao Ping: "......"

When the medicine powder was sprinkled and bandaged, Ning Yu paused, took out a novice from his arms, folded it, and wrapped it on the back of Zhao Ping's hand.

"Alright." Ning Yu stood up and looked at Zhao Ping.

Zhao Ping lowered his eyes to look at the ugly knot bandaged in the palm of his hand, and the corners of his mouth raised, "Wang Ji is really well bandaged." ”

"Isn't it? I think it's pretty good, too. Ning Yu clapped her hands and walked out with a basin to pour water.

When she came back, Zhao Ping had already returned to her previous flamboyant appearance, holding a flower pot with one hand, standing outside the circle and waiting for her.

Seeing her come in, he beckoned to her, and the corner of the handkerchief that was not rolled in fluttered in the wind, revealing a small green orchid.

Ning Yu strode over and stood in the circle, and Zhao Ping rested the flower pot on top of her head.

……

……

Three days later, Ning Ze and Ningyu led 2,000 people to the Xuanhua Dam on the Jinjiang River in Chang County.

Ning Ze Ningyu's arrival this time was a surprise attack, and Wu Shouren received the news when the two of them were three miles away, and he hurriedly led a group of officials to greet him.

"Why did His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Wang Ji come here suddenly?" An official asked Wu Shouren, and Wu Shouren shook his head, "I don't know." ”

Seeing Ning Ze and Ning Yu, a group of officials knelt down and bowed, and Ning Ze said that they were exempt from courtesy, and they raised their heads.

"I don't know that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince suddenly came here, and he missed the distance." Wu Shouren arched his hand.

"It's okay, adults are busy with important things, so you don't have to go far to greet them." Ning Ze said with a smile, "This palace also thought of this, so I came here quietly." ”

It's exquisite.

Wu Shouren smiled, and His Royal Highness was benevolent.

"Recently, the palace received more than 2,000 petitions from the people, so they were sent over to join the dam repair project." Ning Zedao.

Ning Yu listened beside her, nodding from time to time.

"Why bother with this kind of thing, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince personally ran and ordered someone to bring it over." Wu Shouren said.

After a pause, he spoke again, "I heard that an assassin was assassinated a few days ago, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince should take care of his body not for himself, but also for the country's social welfare. ”

There was a sense of wulder in his voice.

"With General Zhao's protection, the palace is safe." Ning Ze said with a smile.

Ning Ze said this, Wu Shouren couldn't say anything more, and if he continued to say it, he would doubt Zhao Qing'an's ability.

Wu Shouren smiled and answered "yes" twice, praised Zhao Ping a few words, and then talked about the repair status of the Xuanhua Dam and the degree of control of the flood in the Jinjiang River.