Helian Rongke, even if he was reluctant, even if he was one hundred, one thousand, and ten thousand now, he could only agree to Feng Xiying's conditions.

"Lord Wang, don't you want Hai Lanzhu?" Seeing that Feng Xiying and the others really turned around and planned to leave, Hai Lanzhu on the side spoke pitifully.

Feng Xiying turned her head when she heard this, "You stay here for a while, otherwise how can you be sure that I will run away directly, we have to give the prince an explanation." ”

"Why am I staying, why don't you stay?" Hai Lanzhu looked at Feng Xiying hatefully.

"Well, because you don't matter." After Feng Xiying finished speaking, she plucked her ears with her little thumb, turned around and walked away without stopping.

Waiting for the carriage, Feng Xiying hurriedly stepped forward to check the injury on King Yong's shoulder, and the blood was still flowing.

"Does it hurt?" Feng Xiying took a handkerchief and carefully helped King Yong wipe the blood around the wound.

King Yong looked at Feng Xiying, his eyes were full of tenderness: "It hurts, it hurts." ”

Where did Feng Xiying think that a person like King Yong would say that it hurts, she was even more worried for a while, and hurriedly reached out to pull King Yong's clothes, wanting to see his wounds.

Although the tail of the arrow had been cut off, there was still a part of it being pulled by the clothes, and with Feng Xiying's movements, King Yong's brows tightened.

Feng Xiying felt very distressed when she saw it, and asked softly, "Did it hurt you?" ”

King Yong smiled: "Yes, but you have to give some compensation." ”

Feng Xiying knew that he was okay when she heard this, so she rolled her eyes, but her hand movements were more gentle.

After taking off her coat, Feng Xiying's forehead was already sweating, and most of her white bedclothes had been dyed red, and Feng Xiying's tears flowed down again.

"This group of people should be thundered and struck by heaven." Feng Xiying's voice trembled slightly, and she reached out to wipe her tears.

King Yong's face was a little pale, but he still didn't say a word, Feng Xiying didn't dare to take off his bed clothes directly, but took a short knife and carefully cut the clothes around the wound, and after treatment, King Yong's upper body only left a white cloth where the arrow pierced.

Looking at the arrow that was deeply inserted into her body, Feng Xiying was a little at a loss for a while.

"Will you draw arrows?" King Yong looked down at Feng Xiying and asked.

Feng Xiying looked up at King Yong, with some fear in his eyes, shook his head, and then nodded again.

King Yong chuckled: "Will this or won't?" ”

"No, but you can try." Feng Xiying's eyes were very firm.

"Not afraid?" King Yong didn't expect Feng Xiying to be so bold.

"Are you afraid?" Feng Xiying asked rhetorically.

"How can this king be afraid?" King Yong felt that this question was very funny.

"If you're not afraid, then I'm not afraid." Feng Xiying looked at King Yong's face with a smile.

"Okay, let's do it." King Yong held Feng Xiying's hand and grabbed the broken arrow on his shoulder.

Feng Xiying's hand really touched the broken arrow, but she couldn't help but tremble slightly, and after taking a few deep breaths, she looked at King Yong and asked, "Are you ready?" ”

King Yong nodded, Feng Xiying's hand loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened, and finally held his breath, grabbed the broken arrow steadily, and then suddenly forced, with the sound of flesh tearing, the arrow was pulled out, and blood sprayed Feng Xiying's body.

Feng Xiying was frightened, and stayed in place for a while without moving, until King Yong spoke: "Do you plan to let this king's blood drain?" ”

Feng Xiying trembled, looked down at the bloody arrow in his hand, threw it away in a panic, picked up the bedclothes that King Yong had taken off earlier and pressed it directly on the wound.

King Yong's body didn't move, but his face was very dissatisfied: "Can't you be gentle?" ”

"It must hurt, I'll try to be gentle." Although Feng Xiying said this, she worked harder in her hands.

"You're taking revenge?" King Yong felt the strength on his shoulders and frowned.

"You don't understand, this is a compression method, a hemostatic drug?" Feng Xiying pressed hard for a while, turning her head to look around.

King Yong raised his other hand and pointed to a small box in the carriage, Feng Xiying pressed the wound on King Yong's shoulder with one hand, and reached for the box with the other.

After tiptoeing two steps and pulling the box over, Feng Xiying took out a large number of bottles and cans, and couldn't tell which one was which one for a while, and King Yong didn't remind her when he saw her in a hurry, just smiled lightly on the side.

Feng Xiying was in a hurry, and when she looked up, she suddenly saw King Yong's smiling face that didn't care about herself, and couldn't help but be a little annoyed: "It's all at this time, are you still in the mood to be handsome and chic?" ”

"Oh? You also think this king is very handsome, don't you? King Yong didn't care about the shoulder injury at all, and smiled a little flat.

Feng Xiying's hand was secretly exerted, but he heard King Yong's hiss, and fainted directly against the carriage.

Feng Xiying was frightened, hurriedly rushed to King Yong's side, stretched out his hand and patted his face gently: "Han Jingcong, are you okay?" ”

Just as Feng Xiying was about to get up and call for pickup, King Yong suddenly opened his eyes, pulled Feng Xiying along, and then raised his body to meet him.

The lips of the two collided together, Feng Xiying squeezed her eyebrows in pain, and stood up suddenly: "Still playing hooligan at this time?!" ”

King Yong looked at Feng Xiying's ears and turned red, and hummed a little song in a good mood, "This is not a hooligan, this is compensation." ”

"You man!" Feng Xiying stretched out her hand and was about to go crazy, but when she saw that the blood on King Yong's shoulder was dripping more happily, she could only help him deal with it first.

No matter what kind of medicine it was, he grabbed two bottles of Feng Xiying and was about to sprinkle them on King Yong's wounds, but King Yong hurriedly avoided it: "Are you going to murder?" ”

Feng Xiying looked at him suspiciously: "Do you know what kind of medicine this is?" ”

King Yong snorted: "Only idiots don't know." ”

made a sand insinuation, pointing at Sang and scolding Huai: "That's too, a fool will put it on his own wound and watch others be lively." ”

Feng Xiying begged for a favor, the movements in his hands still did not stop, and he took out two jars of medicine again, King Yong avoided again, and pointed to a small porcelain bottle on the innermost side of the box, Feng Xiying picked up the porcelain bottle and shook it in his direction, and King Yong nodded affirmatively.

Feng Xiying opened the cork and sniffed it, it didn't feel like a hemostatic drug, but since King Yong said yes, that is.

After sprinkling the medicine powder, the blood on King Yong's shoulder really decreased quickly, Feng Xiying couldn't imagine that there was such a good medicine in this era, and he was about to sprinkle a little more but was restrained.

"Save a little, this medicine will be gone when you run out." It's rare that King Yong would pick a bottle of medicine.

"If it's gone, it's gone, and then you can't buy it." Feng Xiying felt that the effect of the medicine was so good, the more the better.

King Yong looked down at the blood from the wound and saw that the blood was no longer bleeding, and commanded Feng Xiying to take out a new piece of dirty clothes and tear it into strips of cloth, signaling her to bandage the wound for herself.

"This medicine is refined by a hundred-year-old toad, it is worth thousands of gold, it has a price, and there are only six bottles of Heavenly Sage." King Yong sat up straight and waited for Feng Xiying to serve.

Feng Xiying threw away the strip of cloth when she heard this, hurriedly picked up the small porcelain bottle that she had just thrown aside at random, looked at it carefully, and then put it into her sleeve.

King Yong looked at Feng Xiying's blatant robbery and was speechless: "One thousand taels." ”

As soon as King Yong's words fell, Feng Xiying neatly took out the small porcelain bottle and put it back in the box, and picked up the strip of cloth again, but Feng Xiying's hand stopped on King Yong's shoulder.

"Why don't you hurry up and bandage?" King Yong couldn't understand what Feng Xiying's little head was thinking.

"One thousand taels." Feng Xiying was simply black-hearted, and King Yong couldn't help but have black lines on his head when he heard it.

"Okay, the medicine is for you, bandage it quickly." Although helpless, King Yong still indulged Feng Xiying's petty temperament in the end.

Feng Xiying smiled with a satisfied face, and then began to bandage King Yong.