"Then why don't you come in?" Ye Qiqi asked with doubts in his eyes.

"Uh...... Well, I'm not afraid to come in and disturb you. Ye Chengan smiled a little embarrassedly, and then quickly handed her the two kettles in his hand and said, "The water I found." ”

Ye Qiqi took a kettle in his hand, and said as he walked towards the outside of the carriage: "I'll go out and rinse his mouth first, you help him clean his wounds, and I'll help him bandage it later." ”

"Okay, no problem!" Ye Chengan nodded again and again.

After seeing Ye Qiqi's figure disappear outside the curtain of the carriage, he turned his head and looked at Mo Hanqing lying on the soft couch with a meaningful expression, without speaking.

Mo Hanqing turned his head slightly, his dark and deep eyes glanced at Ye Chengan lightly, and then said in a cold voice: "What are you still standing there doing, come and help me clean up my wounds." ”

"Ahem." Ye Chengan took the kettle in his hand, walked to Mo Hanqing's side, cleared his throat, and then shouted to him very seriously: "Respected His Royal Highness King Jing'an." ”

“……”

Mo Hanqing frowned, and his jade-like eyes looked at him with a hint of doubt.

"Do you really like your little guard??" Ye Chengan lowered his voice and approached him, raised his eyebrows at him, and asked in a low voice.

"What are you talking about?" Mo Hanqing's brows suddenly furrowed even tighter, he glanced at Ye Chengan coldly, and the chill in his voice could almost kill: "Isn't it that you have been living too comfortably lately?" ”

"Han Qing." Ye Chengan took out a clean handkerchief from his sleeve robe, moistened it with water, wiped the blood around his wound, and whispered: "We grew up together, for so many years, I have never seen you care so much about anyone, didn't you just help her block those darts just now to prevent your little guard from getting hurt?" ”

Mo Hanqing was silent for a moment, then turned his head away, and said without a trace of emotion in his voice: "Don't talk nonsense, I just ...... Just standing there. ”

"Oh......" Ye Cheng'an responded angrily, then retracted his gaze, looked at his wound, and said coldly while wiping hard: "Who said that his body moved by itself just now?" ”

“……”

Mo Hanqing's back stiffened, turned his face, gritted his teeth at him and said, "You can't be light?" ”

"I didn't have any strength." Ye Chengan looked at him with an innocent expression and said, "Don't change the topic, you obviously deliberately went to save that little guard just now." ”

Mo Hanqing stared at him with a pair of deep eyes, the corners of his thin lips pursed tightly, obviously trying his best to restrain his killing intent.

"If you want me to say ......" Ye Chengan suddenly leaned into his ear and whispered: "It's basically that you have her in your heart." ”

"Get out!" After Mo Hanqing finished saying that, he suddenly yelled coldly at him.

Ye Qiqi, who was standing on the edge of the carriage outside the carriage to rinse his mouth, suddenly heard such a roar from the carriage, quickly turned around and lifted the curtain, walked in and asked, "What's wrong, what's going on?" ”

Ye Chengan spread his hands, slowly and leisurely stood up from the soft couch where Mo Hanqing was lying on his stomach, and stuffed the blood-wiping handkerchief into Ye Qiqi's hand and said, "It's nothing, it's just that someone was told that he was in his heart, and he was annoyed and angry." ”