Feng Wuxi paused for a moment, and then continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened.

Her delicate facial contours, slightly tight.

Bright and beautiful appearance, when not smiling, with a compelling cold and stunning beauty.

Canglanxing lowered his eyes and stroked the fingers of the Angora rabbit violently.

The well-behaved rabbit nestled in his arms smacked him hard, and the sharp claws instantly left a long scratch on his porcelain-white wrist.

"Shhhh

Feng Wuxi was awakened by his soft snort, and saw his movements out of the corner of his eye.

She reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Canglan Xing's martial arts were lost, and before he could react, he was pinched by Feng Wuxi's wrist.

The girl's warm body temperature spread along her wrists and limbs.

He pursed his lower lip and looked at the weak, boneless little hand on his wrist, and the color of his eyes gradually darkened.

"I'm bleeding, I need to get the medicine quickly."

The long scratches were extremely obvious on Cang Lanxing's thin and fair wrists.

The skin around the scratch is already slightly swollen and hurts when you look at it.

Cang Lanxing smiled absently: "It's okay, I'll go back and take medicine again." ”

Feng Wuxi's delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she pulled him forward quickly, "No, go to the medicine first." ”

And her worried and anxious appearance was clearly seen by a pair of eyes.

"Childe, let's go back first."

A carriage, as these words fell, slowly left from the sparsely populated alley.

The wind blew, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground and swirling into the distance.

There was no one in the alley, as if there had never been a horse-drawn carriage.

Feng Wuxi pulled Canglan Star and went directly to the top floor of Xingyu Tower.

"Zhiyan, take the best medicine for the injury."

Zhi Yan saw Canglan Xing, and her eyes were guarded.

Hearing Feng Wuxi's words, he instructed the woman behind him to fetch the medicine.

She took two steps forward and said in a low voice: "This distinguished guest, there are many types of ointments on our side, why don't you go and see it for yourself?" ”

Feng Wuxi glanced at Cang Lanxing, who was pale, took the rabbit in his hand away, and said softly: "Brother Cang, you take a rest here first." ”

Canglan Xing raised his eyebrows with a gentle smile, swept his eyes at Zhi Yan quietly, and smiled lightly, "Okay, I'm fine, just take the ordinary ointment." ”

Feng Wuxi sighed, turned around and left with Zhi Yan.

When she arrived in the backyard, Zhi Yan couldn't help but say: "Your Highness, he is a person who looks north to the royal family, you ......"

Feng Wuxi's long eyelashes drooped, looking at the rabbit quietly in her arms.

The corners of his lips hooked a cold smile.

Her slender fingers slowly ran through the white hair of Angola.

The skin of the frost and snow is a little whiter than the rabbit's hair.

Red lips and snow skin, beautiful and beautiful.

"Go and get the ointment."

The cold voice is like a marshmallow that has fallen into the ice of ten thousand years, sweet and soft with a chill.

Zhi Yan took a deep look at her and went to the pharmacy to get the best ointment.

In the private room, Canglanxing sat quietly by the window, looking down at the people coming and going downstairs, the color of his eyes was deep and complex.

His slender fingers pinched a cup of tea.

The blue and white porcelain tea cup lined his fingertips more and more pale and bloodless.

After a while, he slowly lowered his eyes to look at the slightly shaking tea leaves in the cup.

The green tea leaves, in the white cups, are bright and dripping.

The next second, he placed the teacup on the table.

With the crisp sound of collision came his cold and unforgiving syllables.

"Xiao Yingche, since you are leaving, why don't you leave earlier?"

"Do you have to go when she can get you back?"

The end fell, his fingertips brushed the tea surface, and the white powder fell into the tea cup unconsciously.

At this time, Feng Wuxi pushed the door in, "Brother Cang, this ointment can ensure that the wound heals as soon as possible without leaving a scar." ”

As she spoke, she sat down across from Canglanxing and pushed the ointment into his hand.

Cang Lanxing lowered his eyes, glanced at the porcelain vase in his hand, and sighed lightly, "It's always troublesome Your Highness, maybe I shouldn't come back." ”

Feng Wuxi frowned: "Brother Cang, what nonsense are you talking about, I'm very happy that you can come back." ”

Cang Lanxing slowly picked up the porcelain vase, but suddenly his face turned pale, and the porcelain vase fell from his fingertips to the ground.

"Click......" A dull breaking sound came.

Cang Lanxing looked at the broken porcelain vase, smiled bitterly, and bent down to pick it up, "Your Highness, I'm sorry for wasting all your kindness." ”

The slender pale fingers were instantly cut into a bright red cut.

Feng Wuxi hurriedly squatted down, grabbed his hand, and said hurriedly: "Brother Cang, is it a Bairihuan attack?" ”

As she spoke, her fingertips fell on the pulse of Canglan Star.

Cang Lanxing covered her lips and coughed twice, and said softly: "Your Highness, I'm fine, but I didn't hold it steady all of a sudden." ”

Feeling the chaotic pulse under her fingertips, Feng Wuxi's expression changed slightly, and she raised her head and just wanted to speak.

Suddenly, a drop of bright red fell on the back of her hand, like a gorgeous red plum, blooming in the snow.

Feng Wuxi looked at the bloodshot overflowing from the corner of Cang Lanxing's mouth, her pupils suddenly constricted, and she called, "Shi Ling, come in!" Take Brother Cang back to the palace! ”

After the words fell, she stood up and clicked a few times on the big hole on Cang Lanxing's chest.

Cang Lanxing's face was pale, and his eyebrows were still smiling gently.

He slowly raised his hand and patted Feng Wuxi's hand gently, "I'm fine, just rest for a while." ”

When the warm hand landed on the back of the hand, Feng Wuxi subconsciously wanted to retract.

But looking at the blood on the corner of his lips, she paused, and helped him get up and leave with Shi Ling.

Zhaoyang Hall.

"Ahem, cough, cough......" Xiao Yingche leaned back on the chaise longue, covering her lips weakly and coughing lowly.

Yu Ye looked at him worriedly: "Childe, don't you really need to contact the pavilion master?" ”

Xiao Yingche closed his eyes, relieved the dizziness in front of him, and said in a low voice: "Father just smeared cold poison on the short arrow, just take a few doses of medicine." ”

The clear voice, wrapped in a clear and audible low cough, is so fragile that it can be dispersed when the wind blows.

Yuye pursed her lips and glanced at the dark blots on the carpet.

But every time I spit out the medicine, can it really be better?

Xiao Yingche put his left hand on his heart, closed his eyes and said softly: "Yu Ye, you and Lin Yuan go back to the medical pavilion to check on the newborn." ”

He left the Medical Pavilion, and the only people he could fully trust were Youye, Youqi and Mu Linyuan.

Although the rest of the disciples in the pavilion respected him, the more obedient one was his father.

"But your ...... hurt"

Just now, the wound not only did not heal, but became even more red and swollen.

"Ahem...... Your Highness...... 's medical skills are not inferior to mine. ”

"But the insoluble condensation pill on your body was given to you by His Highness! If she hadn't been putting poison in your medicine that can stimulate coldness, you wouldn't have ...... "You won't have cold poison in your body, your life will be lost, and you will still be sick on the bed."