"It hurts." Yin Huanyu sat on the bed, and after seeing Song Yunxiu coming in from outside the house, she immediately pointed to her red legs that were exposed and burned by the decoction, and complained to her pitifully.

The imperial doctors who were about to leave with the medicine box in their hands and the maids who were holding the wet bedding that had just been changed from the bed were stunned when they heard the words, and they all hurried away as if they had seen a ghost.

Song Yunxiu walked over slowly, and saw that Yin Huanyu's legs were slightly different from other men, he not only had well-proportioned flesh and bones, but also had smooth and delicate skin, but it may be precisely because of this that even if there was a quilt blocking it just now, his two legs and part of his lower abdomen were also burned red.

Song Yunxiu couldn't help but sigh secretly: The skin of ancient people is really more fragile than modern people.

Yin Huanyu picked up the ointment that the imperial doctor put aside just now, looked up at Song Yunxiu, and asked with hope in his eyes: "You help me apply it, okay?" ”

Song Yunxiu lowered his eyes, Yin Huanyu's face is indeed very good-looking, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it with a sentence of Du Fu's poem "The eldest child is clear and clear, and the autumn water is the god jade and the bone".

Not to mention, he still looks at her with this face, as if he expects his sweetheart to take pity on her.

Song Yunxiu pursed her lips, and after a while, she said gently: "I can help you apply it, but you don't look at me with such eyes in the future." ”

Yin Huanyu blinked blankly, "Which one?" ”

Song Yunxiu was silent, and after turning around and walking to the washbasin to wash his hands, he returned to the bed and sat down, and took the ointment in his hand, "Just put the ointment on the burned area and apply it evenly?" ”

"Hmm." Yin Huanyu's voice was low and gentle.

Song Yunxiu pulled off the cork of the ointment bottle, and there was a sticky white paste inside, and when she sniffed it carefully, she could still smell a vague fragrance. She gently slashed a lump with her fingers, touched the cold paste, and was rubbed sideways by her on Yin Huan's red legs, and then wiped it away.

Song Yunxiu smeared carefully, and didn't notice Yin Huanyu, who was still at ease, now looked at her with her fists clenched and her eyes uncertain.

In his previous life, because of An Xiyue and because she was willing to be a little transparent, he never paid attention to her after getting married.

The only time was when he found out that he fell in love with An Xiyue, took the initiative to give her a leave of absence, and cut off relations with her.

At that time, all his attention was attracted by An Xiyue, and even if some of his eyes fell on her, he quickly took it back because she left the imperial city with the silver she had compensated her.

The original heroine left, and it was impossible for him, the original male protagonist, not to feel it, but because of An Xiyue, the book wearer, he put that feeling of emptiness on An Xiyue, thinking that he was afraid of losing An Xiyue, so he would have that feeling.

Now that he thinks about it, from his curiosity that An Xiyue can guess his mind at the beginning, to the madness that he has to ask An Xiyue for later, the biggest factor in the change of feelings is that Xiu'er completely left him and brought him the kind of emptiness that can make people crazy.

"Uh-huh~" Yin Huanyu let out a strange muffled hum because her fingers suddenly touched her lower abdomen.

Song Yunxiu glanced at him strangely, but he didn't say anything, just lowered his head on his flat and firm lower abdomen, and accelerated the speed of applying the ointment.

When Yin Huanyu made that sound, he knew that his thoughts and thoughts might be exposed, and he was also mentally prepared to be interrogated, and even the answer had already been thought of. But Song Yunxiu just glanced up at him lightly, and then calmly continued to apply the ointment, which made him very disappointed.

"You lie down, don't put your clothes down yet, and dry the ointment." Song Yunxiu replugged the cork of the ointment bottle, put it aside and stood up from the bed.

Yin Huanyu, who had just listened to her instructions and was lying down, grabbed her hand with a nervous expression, "Where are you going?" ”