There were two people sitting immediately, it was Xiao Yingche and Youye.

Yu Ye reined in the horse rope, turned over and dismounted, and carefully helped Xiao Yingche to dismount.

The room was still quiet, except for the occasional snort of the horses.

Yu Ye glanced at Xiao Yingche worriedly and knelt down on one knee.

Without his support, Xiao Yingche's body shook slightly, and there were patches of black mist in front of him.

He smiled bitterly in his heart and slowly knelt down.

Before he could bend his knees, a warm touch came from his arms.

Feng Wuxi supported him in surprise and joy, and her fingertips fell on the pulse of his wrist.

In the next second, her complexion changed drastically, looking at the dark night, her soft voice was wrapped in anger, "How did Taifu get hurt?" ”

Yu Ye lowered his eyes and replied: "When it was a subordinate prey, I accidentally injured the Taifu." ”

Feng Wuxi glanced at him deeply, and just wanted to speak, a slightly cool hand grabbed his wrist.

Xiao Yingche held her wrist and said in a low voice, "It's me who is careless." ”

"Get in the carriage first." The anger in Feng Wuxi's heart completely dissipated the moment he knew that he was injured.

After she carefully helped Xiao Yingche into the carriage, she said to Qi Jun: "Go back to the palace." ”

Because they had been looking for Xiao Yingche, they had been delayed, and when everyone went down the mountain, it was already dark.

Qi Jun asked Yu Ye in horror: "Why did you hurt Taifu?" ”

Yu Ye's face was extremely cold, and he said lightly when he heard the words: "Accidentally." ”

Qi Jun: "......"

Do you think I'm such a good deceitful person?

Inside the carriage.

Feng Wuxi helped Xiao Yingche leaning against the wall of the car, hooking his clothes belt with her fingertips, and ......

In an instant, the silky brocade robe slid down his cold white shoulders.

On his left shoulder, a shocking wound made Feng Wuxi's eyes suddenly red.

Xiao Yingche leaned on the wall of the car in a groggy manner, and suddenly felt a chill on her body.

He opened his eyes tremblingly, looked at the red eyes of the girl in front of him, and hooked the corners of his lips, "It's okay, the dark night has already dealt with it for me." ”

Feng Wuxi took out the jade needle, carefully pierced it in the big hole on his chest, sniffed and said, "Brother Che, it's the Medical Pavilion, right?" ”

A faint warmth came from the acupuncture points, and the chill wandering in the tendons and veins of the limbs was forced to ten fingers by a little bit, Xiao Yingche felt that the stinging pain in his heart slowly subsided, and said in a low voice: "My father is here." ”

Feng Wuxi paused, then took a silver needle and pierced his fingertips.

Watching the jet-black blood slowly gush out, her tiny teeth clenched her lip, "He...... Will I take you back? ”

Xiao Yingche closed her eyes tiredly and hummed softly.

Then, he lifted his eyes slightly, and his clear voice was dyed with fatigue, "I won't go back with him." ”

After the death of his mother, the medical pavilion was no longer his home.

His home is in Qianfeng.

Feng Wuxi watched the blood on his fingertips turn bright red, and hurriedly took the ointment on the side, gently applied it to his fingertips, and pulled out the jade needle.

"Brother Che, you can sleep, and you will be home when you sleep."

As she spoke, she took the silk handkerchief, dipped it in water, covered it with internal force, and gently wiped the blood stains around Xiao Yingche's wound.

Seeing that Xiao Yingche had fallen into a coma, she gently took the thin blanket on the side, covered him, and gently helped the person to lie on her lap.

Take out the ointment from the dark compartment, dip the white fingertips of the onion white into the milky ointment, and apply it to the wound.

Xiao Yingche, who was in a coma, trembled violently, and a low moan overflowed from her mouth.

Feng Wuxi bent down in distress and blew gently on his wound.

Little by little, the medicine is applied very carefully and meticulously, and wrapped in clean gauze.

Xiao Yingche's skin was extremely white, and the red and swollen wound was extremely conspicuous on his cold white skin.

Feng Wuxi pursed her lower lip, her slender fingers hooked his underwear, and gently draped him on.

She lowered her eyes, her fingertips running over his pale face, painting his beautiful face, and finally landing on his slightly furrowed brow, gently smoothing out the folds.

The team marched slowly, and Shi Ling's driving skills were so good that he barely felt the bumps.

But even so, Xiao Yingche's face gradually turned pale.

By the time we arrived at the Zhaoyang Palace, it was already completely dark.

Stars blink in the night sky.

Feng Wuxi directly carried the person into the Zhaoyang Palace.

Gu Yu had already boiled the medicine and waited in the hall warmly.

Feng Wuxi gently put the person in her arms on the bed, and took a soft pillow behind him to avoid pressing the wound.

Gu Yu stepped forward softly with the medicine: "Your Highness, Your Majesty has sent someone to ask how the Taifu is doing." ”

Feng Wuxi took the medicine in her hand, groaned for a while, and said, "Let's just say that when Taifu was hunting, in order to save the rabbit, he used his body to block the arrows." ”

Gu Yu was taken aback: "Lord Yuye really hurt Taifu?" ”

Feng Wuxi glanced at her lightly: "It's not a dark night." ”

Gu Yu breathed a sigh of relief and left quickly.

In the dormitory, the thin body of the man in white was sunk between the soft beds, and the goose-yellow futon lined his beautiful facial features with a bewitching sickly white.

Xiao Yingche probably felt obvious pain from the wound, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his eyelashes trembled a few times from time to time.

Feng Wuxi's gaze fell on him, with obvious distress.

She gently brushed the broken hair on his sideburns behind her ear, and dropped a gentle kiss on his forehead, "Brother Che, you sleep first, I'll go take a bath." ”

As the words fell, she looked at the man's wrist.

The man's lines are even revealing the noble wrists, and the white warm jade almost blends with the complexion.

Feng Wuxi took the pendant on the bracelet and stuffed it into Xiao Yingche's palm.

After a simple bath, she went directly to the Heart Cultivation Palace.

Feng Qinghuang was reviewing the folds, and when she saw her coming in, she raised her eyes and asked, "How is that kid?" ”

Feng Wuxi walked up to her, lay on her lap, and said sullenly, "Mother Emperor, is the Medical Pavilion really powerful?" ”

Feng Qinghuang Zhu pen quickly crossed the fold, and after reading a word, he stopped writing and lowered his eyes to look at her, "Xi'er, the medical pavilion is a force that has been inherited for thousands of years, and its horror lies not in how strong its financial resources are. ”

"It's not about how strong the martial arts of the disciples in its pavilion are, after all, the Three Kingdoms have experienced all these years of development, and they are not vegetarians."

"And the terrible thing about the Medical Pavilion is that among the doctors of the Three Kingdoms, you don't know how many are disciples of the Medical Pavilion."

Feng Wuxi pursed her lips, she knew what Feng Qinghuang meant.

The doctor is the person the most unwilling to offend in the Three Kingdoms.

What's more, the medical pavilion, which is famous for its medical skills, is something that the Three Kingdoms do not want to offend.

Feng Qinghuang stroked her long hair and suddenly asked, "Xi'er, what do you think of Lan Xing?" ”