Ling Junxuan's eyes were a little evasive, like a child who had done something wrong, he lowered his head embarrassedly, and his voice seemed to be muffled: "I'll help you get another set." ”

Yun Dui was touched by Ling Junxuan's childish side, she couldn't help pinching his seemingly cold face, and confessed to him sincerely: "What I like most is not your appearance as the Ninth Five-Year Supreme Commander, but all your true appearance in front of me. No amount of embarrassment or anxiety will diminish your image of wisdom and martial arts in my heart. Because this is you with flesh and blood, I will feel that you belong to me, not the unattainable emperor. ”

After saying that, Yun Du winked playfully, looking cunning and smart, she withdrew her hand and boldly asked, "Now the emperor wants to cure the crimes of the ministers?" ”

At this moment, all the embarrassment that Ling Junxuan had embarrassed in front of his sweetheart was swept away, and he, like all the men in the world who fell in love, showed a hot and pure smile at Yun Dui, with a little happy stupidity.

[The male protagonist's favorability +2, two thousand bonus points. 】

Ling Junxuan's eyebrows were smiling, his eyes looked at Yun Du without blinking, and his voice full of magnetism was wrapped in affectionate sweetness: "If you want, you will punish General Yun for having nowhere to go after removing his armor, and the crime of bullying the monarch can only be promised by himself." ”

The flickering candlelight cast a thin halo on Yun Dui's delicate face, she smiled lightly, and her peach blossom eyes looked directly at Ling Junxuan without hesitation: "Weichen is guilty." On the day when Ling Guo was stable, when Weichen was unarmed. ”

There was a rich sweetness in the air, which seemed to be colorless, but the atmosphere became more and more warm.

Until a request from outside the hall broke their eyes, the voice of the chief eunuch was as deferential as ever, and the volume was loud enough to enter the hall without being harsh: "Your Majesty, the cloth and wound medicine you asked for have been delivered." ”

Ling Junxuan restrained the joy on his face, tried to calm down, and tried his best to command in a cold tone as usual: "Put it in the outer hall, I will deal with it." ”

"Yes." The chief eunuch took people to put the items on the table of the Eight Immortals of Rosewood at the outer hall, and quietly retreated, and no one dared to look up and peek into the inner hall, which was still far away, to see what the emperor and General Yun were doing.

When the footsteps of the others gradually faded away, the silence that belonged to the two of them returned to the hall of heart cultivation, and the two looked at each other again and smiled tacitly.

They seemed to understand each other's meaning in eye contact, so Yun Duan stood in place, waiting for Ling Junxuan to bring in the fabric and wound medicine from the outer hall.

The fabric sent by the hospital is pure cotton, which can be seen to be made with good craftsmanship, it looks light and breathable, exceptionally clean, and thoughtfully made into strips, which is convenient for bandaging wounds.

There is also a pair of scissors in the tray for cutting after the bandage. In addition, there is the wound medicine contained in shochu and porcelain bottles.

Twilight pulls the fabric off her shoulder slightly, revealing the wound from the broadsword.

The blood flowing out of the wound had already congealed, and the wound didn't look deep, but it looked a little hideous against the background of the white and tender skin around it, at first glance, Yun Dui's already white face looked even paler, evoking the most genuine pity and unbearability in Ling Junxuan's heart.

Ling Junxuan's thin lips were pursed, a look of regret appeared on his fairy-like face, his slender fingertips trembled a little, he was going to cut a small piece of fabric dipped in soju to disinfect the wound first, but under his mood swings, he almost couldn't even hold the scissors steadily.