There was a snap, and for a moment it burned his skin.

The man's eyes shook slightly, and his slender fingers curled up unconsciously before looking up at her face.

Strangely fair, like the appearance of fading blood after injury, bright and delicate, delicate and pitiful.

Maybe his gaze was too hot, Xia Fanyin reacted, and his slightly drooping eyelashes slowly raised, "Oh, it's true." If you don't believe me, you can make a cut on your hand, and I'll blow it on you, and you should be able to feel the pain relieved...... Not. ”

The last word was blocked by the man's sudden kiss.

Quan Tianjiu has always felt that he is a very rational person, but unconsciously, there are many things out of control.

Like at this moment, the sensible thing to do is to continue to deal with her wound - she is bleeding, and it is necessary to deal with her as soon as possible so that it does not hurt so much. But some inexplicable emotion drove him to gag her mouth, as if she needed to be gagged more than the wound on her hand.

Xia Fanyin was dripping with blood in one hand, holding a bun in the other, and both hands were raised in the air, dazed.

Such a posture, still kissing, is simply funny......

But when his lips and tongue were intertwined, the soft and hot touch, she seemed to be able to feel his heartbeat, but the tears also fell more violently.

A sour, indescribable spread out.

Until the man let go of her, she blushed and gasped, and her face was still covered with mottled tears, and she looked more and more pitiful.

Quan Tianjiu's eyes darkened, and rudely wiped away her tears, "It's not that it doesn't hurt after blowing, why are you crying?" ”

“…… It still hurts. ”

He froze slightly, then sneered coldly, "So your method doesn't work." ”

She muttered, "It's still somehow useful." ”

The man's Adam's apple rolled and his tone lowered, "Don't cry, it'll be fine soon." ”

"Oh......"

The man lowered his head and continued to treat her wounds, speeding up his movements, but the blood stains in some places had dried up, and it was inevitable that he would hurt her again when he cleaned up, so he could only follow what she said, and kept blowing on her wounds.

Xia Fanyin watched his focused and careful movements, and tried hard to keep his eyes open so that his eye sockets were not so sour.

How could she cry?

Obviously, no matter how painful it was when he held the sword just now, he didn't shed tears.

…………

After lunch, Quan Qianjiu went to the Rods Division, and she was summoned to the palace by Emperor Jing.

At first, Emperor Jing was in Concubine De's palace and asked her to go directly, but before she could get to the place, she was told that she had left.

Xia Fanyin's hands were already hurting, so she was irritable when she walked around like this, and sat in the imperial garden for a while before going to the imperial study again.

Just as she saw the courtiers coming out of it, she went straight inside.

The exhaustion on Emperor Jing's face pressed down when he saw her, "Xiao Qi." He opened his mouth lightly, but when he raised his eyes, he saw her hand wrapped into a zongzi, and his eyes froze, "What's the matter with your hand?" ”

She smiled and shook her head, "It's okay father, it's just that I accidentally bumped it." ”

Emperor Jing glanced at her with a complicated expression, "Don't you tell me that you quarreled with Quan Tianjiu, and he injured you?" ”

Xia Fanyin was amused, "Father, if he hurts me, can I still hide it for him?" ”

"Not the best!"

Emperor Jing threw a notebook directly in front of her, "This is the account book handed over by the household department, I received the news, this is fake!" ”

Xia Fanyin's eyelids jumped, "What do you mean?" ”