Tong Qi walked in: "The young lady led the horse and left." ”

Huo Rong glanced at him and took off his robe.

In the mirror, his muscular upper body was reflected, and a new opening was oozing blood.

He propped up his frames, his eyes resting on the wound, watching the blood slowly trickle down. When the flow reached a certain point, he wiped it with his bare hands, and then picked up the handkerchief and wiped it clean.

There was tea next to him, and he picked it up and poured it down.

……

Changying led the horse out of the Huo family, and Chixia still recognized her, and kept rubbing her head on her along the way.

She stroked the horse's neck, first a little excited, then a little absent-minded.

She knew that when she met Huo Rong, she was going to say something skinless and faceless, and he didn't even say a word, so he actually told her directly about the wedding date......

The Huo family's ability to accept her certainly shows their open-mindedness, and being able to propose marriage can also explain their attitude, but the problem is not on his side, but on her.

Mrs. Huo is really here, what can she change?

Of course, she could also see that he didn't pay much attention when he said this, but he had acted in a measured manner before, and I don't know why he was suddenly so eager today?

She stroked her horse's mane, took a few steps, and gradually stopped.

……

Huo Rong looked at himself in the mirror and didn't move.

The new wound landed two inches below his left shoulder and was an arrow wound. Three inches down, there is an old scar.

Although I have been going out for training over the years and have left a lot of scars on my body, the left chest is the most obvious and the most fatal.

He thought that he was Yang Ji's person who surrounded him back then, and it stands to reason that it should be his talent, but then he was in the Huo family for many years and did not wait for a follow-up, which became unreasonable.

He was sure that those people were trying to prevent him from going to the Qian family, but he couldn't tell which group of people they were.

Later, no clues were found in the palace, and in order to avoid extraneous branches, this matter was not investigated further.

Judging from tonight's events, it shouldn't be Yang Ji's person, otherwise how could he not follow the clues and kill him?

Let's not mention the person who intercepted him back then, just Yang Ji, why did he suddenly think of killing him now?

"Master, the young lady is back again!"

When he took a handkerchief to wipe the blood, Tong Qi, who was holding the medicine, came in quickly.

Changying walked back to the room, Huo Rong was bunching his clothes, and his rapid movements showed a hint of hecticism.

The long tasseled gaze swept over him and landed on the blood-stained handkerchief beneath his feet.

She looked up at him, her gaze moving down from his neck to his left shoulder, and she reached out to untie his belt and unfold his shirt.

The blood hole under the left shoulder was shocking, she looked at him again, endured the pain in her brain, took a handkerchief and calmly wiped the area around the blood hole, and then took the medicine soup that had been prepared on the side and sprayed it, and then unscrewed the medicine bottle to apply the medicine.

Huo Rong held her hand, and his voice was hoarse: "Why did you come back?" ”

Changying didn't say a word, pulled out his hand, and sprinkled the medicine powder around the wound in an orderly manner.

How did she come back? He didn't say a word and left her, if he didn't want to cover it up, why else?

Huo Rong didn't think she would come back, he was at a loss when she opened the placket, at this moment she was less than a foot away from him, and the fragrance in her hair wafted into her nose, and after a short period of breath, he also gave up resistance and stood in place to let her fiddle.

"Tassels."

The wound was not very serious, although it was an arrow wound, but it was not in the critical area, Changying put the medicine on, and when he heard him murmuring so much, the hand that was about to use gauze to help him bandage it stopped again.

The voice was like a sound that went straight into her head.

"What's the matter?"

She said indifferently, and it took two circles of gauze before she realized that she had acquiesced to his intimacy.

Huo Rong chuckled and took her into his arms.

Changying wanted to retreat, but an old scar not far below the wound came into view.

The scar is several inches long, and the location is somewhat dangerous.

"You helped me heal this too." He spoke slowly, sounding a little proud, "It was too fateful, you escaped from the grave with me, and the wound was still stained with soil, and when you washed me, it hurt."

"I'm a big man, I almost didn't faint. You counted me down, and said that if I died, you would hang me on a tree.

"Changying, I don't want to be hung on a tree after I die, it's too lonely, I want to be buried with you. You escaped from the grave with me, and you will take me with you when we are to go into the ground. ”

Changying's mind was a little dazed.

She knew she shouldn't have met him.

What else would he do besides messing up her heart?

"Changying, I hurt."

Huo Rong grabbed her hand and covered the scar, and when she was distracted, he circled her again. His head was resting on her shoulder, and his voice was soft, as if harmless to humans and animals.

Changying's heart tightened, and he curled up his hands to withdraw. But this time it was she who lost her strength halfway.

"It really hurts, Changying."

whispered in her ear, Changying's heart was soft and muddy, and she couldn't help when she wanted to push him away, so she resisted him: "If it hurts, sit down." ”

He doesn't sit.

Changying resisted for a moment and gave up.

He was so shameless, she thought.

But the wound is so deep, it does hurt.

But he was injured in a fight with the rogue, so why should he hide it from her?

This wound is small and deep, obviously an arrow wound, what rogue would use an arrow against him?

Huo Rong knows Changying's temperament.

At that time on the mountain, she counted him in her mouth, complaining that he had tired her, but when his wound suppurated and caused him to fall into a fever and coma, she stayed by him all night to take care of him.

When he gritted his teeth in pain and endured it, she told him that it was okay for a man to shed a few tears.

Her heart was soft, he knew it.

His Linlang has never been hard-hearted.

The injury was hidden from her, because before sorting out her thoughts, she didn't want her to investigate how the injury came about.

But since she found out, how could he bear not to ask her for it?

He is not a fool like Xu Lan who is selfless and dedicated, nor is he a fool like Ling Yuan who keeps everything in his heart just to move himself.

The long tassel is his, the daughter-in-law is his, he wants to hurt, he wants to spoil, and he wants to ask for it.

"How did you get hurt?"

The question rang in his ears.

Changying didn't push him again, this time he let go of himself.

Fang Cai's charm dissipated in an instant, and her expression in front of her, who had not changed much, was calmer than he imagined.

The atmosphere in the room was a bit deadlocked.

Just as Huo Rong was thinking about how to answer, Changying withdrew his gaze with his arms around again.

She is not an ignorant little girl in her teens, and if she has suspicions, she must get to the bottom of it. She is a female general with nearly three years of experience, and she knows that there are many things in this world that she is not qualified to explore and has the heart to explore.

She walked under the curtain, thought about it, and finally turned around and said: "Even if you can do things for the emperor reliably, it doesn't necessarily mean that no one will dare to touch you." The court is not peaceful, pay more attention in the future, and carefully make it impossible to recover in the future. ”