Yu Zhiwei looked at the tall man, tilted his head and smiled, looking a little cunning: "If I say, I still have something to ask you?" ”

The jailer's face was immediately devoid of color, and it was pulled from a crab claw chrysanthemum to a bitter melon, and the whole face seemed to have a few big words written on it—it was so difficult.

Yu Zhiwei was going to pat the soil on his hands, but he found that his hands, especially his nails, were scarred everywhere, and it hurt when he patted them. Her face turned hideous for a moment, and then returned to normal: "Don't worry, it's not difficult for you." ”

She lowered her head and smiled bitterly, "I just want to ask for a bucket of clean water, if there is wine, it will be even better." ”

This tall jailer seems to be very easy to have a psychological burden, and it is difficult for him to do things for Yu Zhiwei, and it is also difficult for him not to do it for her. Now that I heard that it was really not a big deal, I looked at the whole person as if I breathed a sigh of relief.

He arched his hand at Yu Zhiwei and continued to pull a bitter gourd face: "If there are more, then I'm afraid even I won't be able to do it." ”

Yu Zhiwei said a lot of good things to this person, and this person's face was finally not so bitter, and he muttered and went out to get water for Yu Zhiwei.

This guy is actually very efficient, Yu Zhiwei didn't wait long for a big bucket of water, a jar of wine, and even two or three clean cloths.

Yu Zhiwei was overjoyed, and thanked people again and again through the railing before letting the family go.

She turned around, grabbed her wrist, pinched her fingertips and wrists, and gritted her teeth and thought for a while before she made up her mind.

Yu Zhiwei stomped his foot violently, thinking to himself, Yu Jingning wouldn't remember.

She half-squatted and half-knelt in front of Yu Jingning, ripped off the ties of his prison clothes, and muttered in her heart that I didn't look. said that she didn't look at it, but when she peeled off the thin summer coat and middle coat to reveal the wound, she still couldn't help but gasp.

This kind of flesh wound is difficult for people not to pay attention to.

Yu Zhiwei felt that his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys hurt together, and the tears that had just been suppressed by himself returned to the nest in a hurry, and the ducks were generally eager to come out of the slaughter.

She took a few breaths and forced herself to calm down.

Such a flesh injury, if it is properly dealt with after the injury, it will not be to this extent at all. Now Yu Jingning's wounds not only show no signs of healing, but also ooze blood from time to time, and even the festering ground is quite bad.

Yu Zhiwei shook his head, presumably Yu Jingning had no desire to survive since the moment he knelt down in front of the Empress Dowager Lin?

She is still a little different from Yu Jingning. He can give up his life and forget death, but she is greedy for life and afraid of death.

Yu Zhiwei let out a sigh of relief, first fed Yu Jingning a little water to drink, and then planned to use clean water to carefully clean his wounds.

Even if Yu Jingning was asleep, he knew that his wound hurt, and Yu Zhiwei didn't get it a few times, and Yu Jingning grabbed his claw - it really hurt, so he casually found something to hold in his hand.

Yu Zhiwei's whole person froze on the spot, and his brain was overpowered. When the two of them were in a hurry, no matter how much they dragged to run, they mostly tugged at their sleeves or wrists, and they never grabbed their hands like this.

She felt that she couldn't even breathe, and stayed in place for a long time before shaking her other hand and touching Yu Jingning's hair.

In fact, most of the places I touched were net towels, but Yu Zhiwei could still feel the temperature coming through his hands.

It's really going to burn stupid, Yu Zhiwei said in his heart.

She comforted Yu Jingning for a long time, only to see that people relaxed a little, and their grip was not so tight.

Yu Zhiwei pulled his hand out of Yu Jingning's hand like a thief, and then stuffed Yu Jingning's own clothes into his hand.

It wasn't until Yu Zhiwei wiped the wound again with spirits that he realized that Yu Jingning's previous reaction was quite good. This time, Yu Jingning woke up several times, Yu Zhiwei was startled, and directly dragged a piece of cloth, covering his ears and stealing the bell, blindfolding Yu Jingning's eyes.

After tossing for a long time, he finally finished cleaning and bandaging the wound again, and when Yu Zhiwei brought Yu Jingning's clothes to him to tie them, he once had a feeling of relief.

She carefully removed the cloth that covered Yu Jingning's eyes, and found that this guy was unconscious again.

Touching Yu Jingning's neck and forehead, it was still hot.

The high fever still hasn't come down.

Yu Zhiwei stood up, shook his stiff neck and waist, rolled his eyes and thought - I have to give this guy a fever.

She didn't rest for long, just paced back and forth for two steps, and then crouched back again.

The boots and socks were removed, and the palms and soles of the feet were wiped with liquor, and at last a cool veil was made and put on the forehead.

I didn't feel tired when I was busy, but now when I stopped, the tiredness came up all at once, and the exhausted Yu Zhiwei almost fought with his upper eyelids and lower eyelids, and he felt better after washing his face with a handful of water.

She sat beside Yu Jingning in the dark, with two bright eyes.

Her eldest brother had also kept a night vigil for her when she had a high fever, and now she had returned. It's just that at this point, can the account between the two of them still be calculated clearly?

Yu Zhiwei stared at Yu Jingning's face, the little emperor He Xiao once said that their brother and sister looked alike, but in fact, she didn't see it for a while. If it is true, it is probably because good-looking people are always so similar.

Seventeen-year-old Yu Jingning is really a rare good-looking man, as if he is picking on his father's good looks.

I don't know if it's the skin phase, even the bone phase is a rugged and proud beauty, even if it is haggard, it still hasn't lost a few points.

Yu Zhiwei looked at it, as if fascinated, and suddenly stretched out his hand and traced his facial features with his fingers.

She thought that if she went on Huangquan Road, she must remember this person firmly and recognize him in the next life.

Her fingers touched her thin lips all the way from Yu Jingning's unopen eyebrows, her closed phoenix eyes with slightly trembling eyelashes, and her tall nose bridge.

She fed not too little water, but her eldest brother's lips were still dry and flaky because of the burning smoke.

Yu Zhiwei swallowed his saliva, and suddenly he didn't know whether he was unconscious or out of control.

When she became conscious again, it was she who put her lips on Yu Jingning's lips, and her eyelashes swept over his face.

Very dry, self-inflicted Yu Zhiwei seems to have tasted a smell of burnt gunsmoke, in short, it has nothing to do with any beauty.

Yu Zhiwei thought she would be startled, but she was actually just shaking so hard that she couldn't even control her tears