Wen House.

Wen Rou was locked in his yard for a month, and every day during the day was boxing and practice, tossing himself until he was tired and paralyzed before returning to his room.

But she is also a person with a strong experience, and after taking a bath, the whole person is almost alive.

Martial arts can only be practiced during the day, not at night, and she doesn't like to read, reading? She can only read the art of war, and all the books she has read since she began to read are basically the art of war.

She didn't know how many times she had read almost all the art of war in the courtyard, and although she would definitely gain something new from reading it again, she was a little irritable now, and she didn't want to read at all.

For a month, I couldn't go out, so I practiced martial arts during the day and ...... at night

She shut herself in the small study of her room, doing the same thing without stopping.

That's drawing.

And it's the same person.

It was Qiushuang who persuaded her just now, but when she got to the back, Qiushuang also knew that no matter how much she said, she couldn't listen to her gentleness at all.

Their wife also said it, but she only said that she didn't do anything else, so she let her go.

It's just that this night, Wen Rou didn't paint anymore, because he was injured, and it was his hand that hurt.

Practicing martial arts is absolutely not distracted, but today she is distracted, or she used to be distracted from time to time, but today she hurt herself.

When practicing the sword, the sword fell out of her hand, she was startled, and subconsciously wanted to catch the sword, but she didn't expect that at this time, she couldn't catch the hilt at all, she could only catch the sword body.

In this way, he directly cut his palm.

"Miss, why are you doing this?"

Qiu Shuang helped clean the wound, tears falling down her eyes.

"What are you crying about, it's me who hurts, I didn't cry in pain." The liquor used to clear the wound was sprinkled on the wound, and the pain made Gentle's nerves throb, but she couldn't cry at all.

She's not one to cry when she gets hurt.

"Slave, don't you feel sorry for you, Miss? Even when you were a child, you didn't have such a serious injury when you first practiced martial arts, and now ......" Qiushuang's voice choked, "What did you say you were thinking at the time." ”

What do you think?

Gentleness actually didn't know about herself, but she shook her head for a moment, and then she was injured.

I don't know what I was thinking about tenderly at the time, and now.

Looking at the gauze that was bandaged on the wound, she knew she was thinking about someone.

Seeing that Wen Rou didn't speak, after Qiushuang bandaged her, she wiped her tears, and was a little angry, packed up the medicine box and was about to go out, "The slave maid prepared something to eat for you, you haven't eaten dinner yet." But now that you're hurt, don't eat it. ”

Gently nodded, but looking at the medicine box in Qiu Shuang's hand, he suddenly thought of something, so he said, "Put down the medicine box, I'll change the medicine myself later." ”

"When the time comes, you will be called a slave." Although Qiu Shuang said this, she didn't take the medicine box away.

After a brief dinner, Wen Rou stayed in the study for a while and then went back to the room, seeing that Qiushuang had fallen asleep, she quietly got up.

The medicine box that had been placed at the bedside was picked up, and gently opened it, and the jar containing the spirits was picked up.

After shaking it, he felt that there was still wine left inside, smiled gently, and quietly opened the cork.

I didn't need a quilt, I just picked it up and poured it myself.

Because it is used to clean wounds, the taste is stronger than that of ordinary sake.

Gentleness is also a person who can't drink, and now it's just a sip......

"Hey, hey, hey."