For the couple Luo Qingqian and Long Yunche, although one has experienced the influence of various film and television dramas and romance books in modern society, and the other has experienced the cold and decisive battlefield at a young age, they have no experience in falling in love and coaxing girls to be happy.

When Luo Qingqian was a modern identity, he only knew how to make more money until he died, to improve the lives of the children in the orphanage, and he was a standard single dog, and he didn't even have a crush.

And before Long Yunche recognized Luo Qingqian, except for assisting his emperor brother to consolidate the throne, everything else was not within his scope of consideration at all, and he didn't bother to think about it.

So these two people are at the level of idiots for love or the relationship between men and women, so in the face of Luo Qingqian's accusations, Long Yunche would only say sorry over and over again, which made Luo Qingqian more and more aggrieved.

Even Feng Yi and Yun Shu, who were eavesdropping with their ears in the courtyard, shook their heads secretly.

Yun Shu touched the wind wing with his elbow and said in a low voice, "Why didn't the prince write a letter to my young lady?" ”

Feng Yi shook his head and said, "I don't know." The prince probably doesn't know how to write a letter at all. ”

Every time the prince passed a book with him, he also briefly asked Miss Luo about the situation. He also mentioned that Miss Luo would be in a daze with his jade pendant, so he almost directly prompted the prince to write a letter.

But the prince still didn't make any moves, he was in a hurry and had no choice.

It's like now, when the prince suddenly comes back, there is no news at all. It's no wonder that Miss Luo is angry because of this.

The candle in the room had already been lit, and Luo Qingqian, who was originally looking at Long Yunche with an innocent face, suddenly stared at him.

"What are you?" She pulled the quilt off her body, stepped forward and grabbed Long Yunche's shirt to take a closer look.

"Nothing." Long Yunche's eyes flashed, and he replied simply. One hand continued to drape the quilt on Luo Qingqian's body, and with the other hand, he wanted to pull the placket out of Luo Qingqian's hand, and said, "Don't spread the quilt, beware of catching a cold." ”

Luo Qing's shallow willow eyebrows frowned, dark blood stains on the dark blue shirt in her hands loomed, and there was a chill when her fingers touched it, obviously newly contaminated.

"Is this blood? You're hurt? Luo Qingqian's anger was gone at this moment, and she was busy tearing off Long Yunche's clothes to check the specific situation.

Long Yunche reluctantly clasped his hands together and held Luo Qingqian's small hand, explaining: "I just met a few assassins when I went back to the city, and this is what they splashed on my body, so it won't be in the way." ”

Luo Qing's frowning eyebrows did not relax because of this explanation, but her voice rose a little: "You are still lying to me at this time?" It's just that it's just splashed with blood, how can it smell like medicine? ”

She pulled her hands vigorously this time, Long Yunche didn't hold it, only heard a tearing sound, Long Yunche's front collar was torn open, Luo Qingqian stared at the blood stains that leached out of the snow-white gauze wrapped around his chest, and suddenly gasped.

Under the candlelight in the room, the blood on the white gauze looked more and more bright red, which looked so shocking.

Thinking back to the time when he was struggling in his arms just now, he seemed to be a little stiff, which should have been caused by the opening of the wound at that moment.

Luo Qingqian bit her lower lip, and a pair of starry eyes flashed with water.

Long Yunche gently put his fingers together, closed the placket, and said softly: "I'm fine, a small injury." ”

Luo Qing snorted, raised her hand and touched her eyes, looked up at him and said, "How can a small injury still bleed?" You big liar! ”

"Yun Shu, Feng Yi hurry in!" Luo Qing raised his voice and called. She knew that the two of them must be in the courtyard at the moment.

Sure enough, as soon as her words fell, two figures quickly pushed the door in.

"Miss."

"Lord Wang."

The two who came in were just about to salute the two of them, Luo Qing waved his hand and said, "Yun Shu, go and bring my medicine box." Wind Wing, take off your prince's clothes. ”

Fortunately, she has moved out of Shangshu Mansion now, and she doesn't have to be too shy about any movement in her yard.

Yun Shu and Fengyi were stunned for a moment, but then both of them saw the blood stains on Long Yunche's body at the same time.

Yun Shu turned around and went to the medicine box in the outhouse without saying a word, and Feng Yi stepped forward nervously and said, "Lord Wang, are you injured?" ”

In front of outsiders, Long Yunche returned to his previous coldness. He just glanced at Feng Yi lightly, and didn't even reply.

Feng Yi hurriedly stepped forward to take off Long Yunche's clothes, but he glared back coldly than Long Yunche: "It's eventful!" ”

Luo Qingqian got the medicine box that Yun Shu had found, turned around and immediately shouted at Long Yunche: "Take off your clothes!" ”

Long Yunche, who was still frowning at Feng Yi just now, was shocked slightly by this Hedong lion roar, so he didn't say much, he could only let Feng Yi hold back a smile and remove the clothes from his body.

Long Yunche's upper body was wrapped in thick gauze, and the blood on the white gauze was still slowly oozing, which was enough to show how injured Long Yunche was this time.

Even Feng Yi had a serious face.

It had been a long time since he had seen a scar on Long Yunche's body, and this time the prince was actually injured so badly, it was conceivable that the enemy was strong.

Luo Qingqian removed the gauze on Long Yunche's body with the help of Yun Shu Fengyi, and sure enough, he saw a long scar from his left chest to his right abdomen, and he could see that the wound on the left side was very deep, and most of the blood on the gauze flowed from here.

Luo Qingqian's heart contracted involuntarily, because the location of the knife wound was too dangerous.

She forced herself to calm down, and with Yun Shu's help, she evenly and quickly scattered Leng Moxin's special gold sore medicine on Long Yunche's wound, and then quickly bandaged the wound again with clean gauze.

After everything was sorted out, Luo Qingqian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The previous clothes were already stained with blood, Luo Qingqian instructed Feng Yi to put away the clothes, and asked Yun Shu to put the medicine box away.

Then Luo Qingqian poured it out of the cabinet in the room for a while, and finally took out a dark colored gown.

Long Yunche raised his eyebrows lightly, staring at the long robe.

A rare flush appeared on Luo Qingqian's face. She unfolded her clothes, handed them to Feng Yi and said, "Change them for your master." ”

Feng Yi should be, just about to reach out and take the clothes, one hand reached directly in front of him, and caught the clothes, Long Yunche's cold voice sounded: "This king will come by himself." ”

Seeing that his master was looking at him with unkind eyes, Feng Yi pulled Yun Shu out with interest.

Watching Long Yunche slowly put his clothes on, Luo Qing sighed lightly, and finally stepped forward to help him sort out his clothes.

This caftan was made by Luo Qingqian after Long Yunche left.

Since the relationship between the two was confirmed, what Long Yunche gave her was not ordinary, but she didn't have anything to give back.

After thinking about it, Luo Qingqian felt that it was better to make a dress for Long Yunche by herself, after all, she was no stranger to tailoring design, and she was very handy at doing it.

She couldn't do the embroidery work, and finally chose only the simplest two embroidery methods, embroidering some simple auspicious cloud patterns.

Even so, she was so tired that her eyes were full of gold stars, and she swore that she would never embroider anything again, which was simply masochistic.

The caftan was worn on Long Yunche's body, and it was surprisingly fitted. Luo Qingqian stretched out a distance, observed, and nodded with satisfaction.

Long Yunche carefully touched the fine stitches on the robe and said, "You did it?" ”

"Nonsense!" Luo Qing raised his neck and said, "Of course I did it, in order to embroider auspicious clouds, my fingers are about to be smashed!" ”

As she spoke, she waved her slender hands.

Long Yunche quickly grabbed her little hand and looked at it carefully.

Luo Qingqian hurriedly withdrew her hand and said angrily: "It's already good." ”

Long Yunche didn't let go, and directly hugged her into his arms again.

Luo Qing was busy trying to reach out and push, but she didn't dare to use force, so she could only say continuously: "You slow down!" You're still hurt! Let go of me and talk well. ”

Long Yunche didn't let go of her, but buried his head in her neck and said in a muffled voice, "Thank you, shallow." ”

Luo Qingqian didn't dare to move this time, for fear of tearing his wounds again, so he could only be obediently held in his arms.

After Long Yunche let go of her, the two sat side by side on the edge of the bed, and Luo Qingqian finally spoke: "Who hurt you?" ”

Long Yunche didn't answer directly, but said, "It's not a powerful person, it's my carelessness this time." ”

Luo Qingqian frowned, but seeing that Long Yunche really didn't want to say it, she didn't continue to ask.

She changed the subject: "Why did you come back all of a sudden?" I don't think you went back to Jingwangfu. ”