After Shennong bandaged the wound, he sighed and said: It's no big deal, it didn't hurt the artery, the blood loss is not too much, and it will be fine for a few days of recuperation.

After speaking, he got up and handed a packet of medicinal powder to Huamo Dao: change the medicine once after three days, and it can recover after three months.

Seeing that the Holy Son was fine, Huamo finally breathed a sigh of relief, and lay down beside the Holy Son and said: Sister, I didn't mean to!

Ao Tianxue didn't know why, looked at Huamo, felt that something was wrong, shook her head and said: I don't blame you, Qinyue's situation is quite stable, so it can be delayed for a few days. After speaking, he patted Huamo on the shoulder and said: You are responsible for taking care of this guy these days.

"Ah, sister, me." Huamo didn't expect Ao Tianxue to say this.

Everyone dispersed, and Xiao He sat at the stone table in the courtyard, looking at the Aotian Snow who came over.

"Huamo has not been good at talking since he was a child, and he doesn't know how to get along with people, is it really good to let him be in charge of that kid?"

Ao Tianxue was silent, and after Xiao He, he paused and said: It is precisely because of this that I arranged it like this, although the Holy Son is inferior and does not know kung fu, there is no danger in painting ink, and after getting along for a long time, maybe painting ink can be changed and become cheerful.

Xiao Hewan smiled, got up and said: I'm not afraid that the other party will deceive the painting ink!

Aotianxue frowned: Crow's mouth! Then he walked lightly and turned to leave.

Xiao He looked at the woman who left thoughtfully, his brows furrowed unconsciously, and he muttered to himself: Do you want to travel far away if you do this?

Xiao He smiled bitterly and shook his head. "I think about it too much, Huang Chengqi is dead, who else can she have in her heart? It's impossible to travel far away."

Deep in the inner court, Wenxian lives in a single courtyard. At this time, Wenxian stood in the middle of the courtyard in a daze, watching the Holy Son being carried into his courtyard, and saw a nervous look on his face.

"What's going on," Wen Xian looked confused.

"Tap, tap" The painting ink followed behind the Holy Son, who was lying on the stretcher with a painful face and didn't know if it was pretended or real, and the two scholars, holding the futon and toiletries, entered the wing room in advance and cleaned the room. The Holy Son lived in the Wenxian Courtyard like this!

Everything was settled, and the painter came to Wenxian, his face slightly red. After struggling for a long time, he didn't say a word, and finally mustered up the courage to speak, but was interrupted by Wenxian reaching out.

"Sister Painting, don't say anything, I understand." After saying that, like a deflated balloon, he turned and left.

There were tears in her eyes, she knew that Wenxian liked to be pure, and the Holy Son also needed to be clean to recuperate, and no one came here in the entire Hongfang Academy, it was very clean, very suitable for recuperation, so she would discuss with Qifeng to bring the Holy Son here to recuperate.

Behind the rockery, Qifeng was dressed in lilac clothes, with black hair coiled on the top of his head, and looked at Wenxian with a smile on his face.

Wen Xian hung his head in frustration, glanced at Qifeng and said helplessly: Your attention?

Qifeng shook his head, came to Wen Xian's side, grabbed Wen Xian's ear and said: Whose attention is important? The Holy Son of the family needs to recuperate, how! Can't stay with you for a few days?

There was a hot pain in his ears, which made Wen Xian grin and hurriedly said: Cheng... Yes.. Oops it hurts, it hurts!

"Is it painful, or is it becoming," Qifeng grinned.

"Cheng" Wenxian shook off the immature little hand on his ear, and hurriedly distanced himself from Qifeng and said: Okay, just stay until you recover.

In the room, the Holy Son slowly opened his eyes, and there was a sharp pain in his palm, and he tried to raise his palm, and the wound was already bandaged.

Slav... The sound of the door opening.

The Son hurriedly returned to his original position and closed his eyes.

Da Da Da Da. Footstep sounds. Huamo was dressed in a pale pink palace dress, and his face was slightly ugly.

Came to the Holy Son and sat down, looked at the young man in front of him who was five or six years younger than himself, the white gauze on his palm was stained red with blood, and he stretched out his jade hand and stroked it gently.

"You're so stupid, why don't you hide, you're so at a young age, you don't hold back, how can you be good when you grow up! What's more, my sister's poison still needs you to solve it, and you won't wake up. How to solve the Miao poison in Sister Qin's body, I really regret it, if I had endured you a little at that time, it wouldn't have been like this. ”

After speaking, he put the exposed arm of the Holy Son away, picked up the silk quilt and covered it, and took a breath of relief, sat beside the Holy Son and looked at him like this.