Luo Xiaoxiao has recovered a little.

It is not a pity for a person like the old emperor to die.

But his identity is different after all, he didn't say it, Luo Xiaoxiao took the initiative to ask: "If I kill him, will it cause you trouble?"

"No, it won't." Beigong Yao took the wet towel from the maid again, and after cleaning her hands, she took another clean one and wiped her hands clean.

"In my eyes, he is a dead man."

That's good.

He didn't care, and she didn't want to mention him again.

Luo Xiaoxiao turned to say the purpose of her going out to find him today: "I heard what you have done recently."

Beigong Yao put down her left hand and wiped her right hand for her.

He didn't answer, and Luo Xiaoxiao had no choice but to continue: "Your current position is already unstable, if you continue to act like this, I'm afraid you will lose the hearts of the people."

Beigong Yao carefully wiped her fingers one by one, and then there was a little smile in her eyes: "Xiaoxiao, are you caring about me?"

As he spoke, he had to hug her.

Luo Xiaoxiao saw the blood splashed on his body, and didn't want to rub it on him, so he pushed him away, his hand touched his chest, and he snorted lowly.

Luo Xiaoxiao suddenly remembered: "Your wound is not healed yet?"

She raised her hand to pick at his complicated clothes.

Seeing this, the maids and eunuchs glanced at each other and went down together in tacit understanding.

After pulling it out twice, she was a little irritable: "How do you take off this dress?"

Beigong Yao instructed her: "You have to untie your belt first."

Luo Xiaoxiao twisted her eyebrows, she didn't know how to get it, and finally used a little brute force to tear it open.

The jade pendant and other decorations around his waist fell to the ground with a few crisp sounds.

Seeing that she was so nervous about his injury, Beigong Yao quietly operated his internal force.

So Luo Xiaoxiao tore open his shirt and saw blood oozing from the bandages on his wounds.

She touched it lightly, and the blood was still a little wet.

Seeing her staring there blankly, Beigong Yao's cold voice lowered, with a little grievance and discomfort: "I don't know why, this injury can't be healed." Why don't you ...... "Wait a minute, you'll help me with the medicine?"

Before he could finish speaking, he was punched in the right shoulder, which was intact.

"I don't think you want to be good, otherwise how can you do this?"

She glared at him fiercely: "Shut up! Someone, bring his medicine!"

Beigong Yao, who was murdered by her without even making a sound, willingly shut up, and when the maid came in with the medicine, he took off his clothes himself, sat obediently on the edge of the bed, and asked her to treat her wounds for herself.

She had little experience, and her wounds were either light or heavy.

Beigong Yao didn't feel any pain at all.

Even her twisted eyebrows, which can almost be knotted, feel extra cute.

The thought that all her changes were due to him was enough to make him happy.

He didn't make a sound, Luo Xiaoxiao also knew his ability, and finally blew it on him.

Feeling that the person who had never moved suddenly tightened his skin, Luo Xiaoxiao explained without three hundred taels of silver: "I'm not afraid that you will hurt, but let the medicine dry quickly."

"Yes." Beigong Yao followed her and said, "I don't hurt either."

Are you shaking!

Luo Xiaoxiao said in her heart, while her hands tried her best to bandage his wound gently, and she finally tied a knot, and when she was about to put the scissors down, she was suddenly hugged by him.

The two of them stood and sat together, and in this position, his face was easily pressed against her lower abdomen.

"Xiaoxiao, I was wrong that night, don't be angry, okay?"

Luo Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows and sneered: "That night?"