"Childe, don't worry." Han Qi hurriedly supported him who was unstable, "You said it clearly. ”

"Something happened to Your Highness, I'm going to find Your Highness." Xia Qingmiao's voice was filled with crying.

Han Qi looked at him in a panic and was shocked.

The person to deal with today has seriously injured his master, and he is indeed a ruthless character.

Could it be that something really happened to the master?

It was about the master, and he didn't dare to be careless, so he helped Xia Qingmiao and walked to the carriage.

Before he stepped into the carriage, he heard the familiar cold voice.

"Wonderful!"

"I'm looking for you."

Xia Qingmiao turned her head stiffly.

You can see a white figure on horseback.

A straight upper body and flying black hair.

"Qingmiao, where are you going?" Lu Jingmo tapped the horse's back on his toes and landed in front of him.

"Didn't you say that you would wait for me in the barracks?"

There was doting in the cold voice.

Xia Qingmiao looked at her stupidly for a few seconds, then threw herself into her arms, pouting her little mouth and about to cry.

Big Eyes inadvertently saw a patch of red on the white sleeves.

"Your Highness!" He withdrew from Lu Jingmo's embrace in a panic, "Your arm is injured!" ”

A pair of small hands wanted to touch but didn't dare to touch them, and stopped less than half an inch away from the wound.

Lu Jingmo lowered his injured right arm and led the villain into the tent with his left hand.

Liang Yi and Han Qi were very eye-catching and did not follow up.

In the tent, Lu Jingmo consciously tore off the sleeve of his right arm, revealing a wound that was neither long nor short.

"It's just a small injury."

She coaxed the villain with red eye circles rather clumsily.

"It's called a small injury!" Xia Qingmiao's tears rolled down, "I almost hurt my bones." ”

He yelled at Lu Jingmo for the first time.

Lu Jingmo was stunned for a moment, his expression a little dull.

No one had ever yelled at her, and she should have been angry.

But why is my heart warm?

"I'll bring you a basin of water to clean your wound and get some medicine." Xia Qingmiao wiped her tears and ran out.

After a cup of tea.

Xia Qingmiao carefully wiped the area around the wound with a white cloth soaked in hot water.

The white cloth was soon dyed red, and with red eyes, he soaked another white cloth and continued to wipe it carefully.

Lu Jingmo's left hand gently touched the top of his head, and his voice was soft.

"Nice."

"Don't cry anymore."

"I really don't hurt."

Xia Qingmiao didn't speak, unscrewed the cap of the golden sore medicine, and sprinkled the medicine powder on the wound little by little.

The effect of Jinchuang medicine is good, but it is also extremely painful.

The muscles around the wound twitched slightly.

Although Lu Jingmo was expressionless, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Xia Qingmiao's eyes turned even redder, and she pouted and blew on the wound.

"Huhu~"

"Fly in pain."

He blew and said it over and over again.

It was obviously an extremely naïve move, but Lu Jingmo really couldn't feel the pain of the wound.

All that was full of eyes was the little man squatting in front of her.

After Xia Qingmiao wrapped her bandage, she stretched out her left hand and pulled the person to her thigh.

Long white fingers ran over his slightly red and swollen eyes.

"Don't cry anymore."

"I know you feel sorry for me."

"But as soon as you blow on the wound, I immediately stop hurting."

Gentle words and gestures.

Xia Qingmiao couldn't help crying on her shoulder after all.

"Woo woo woo~"

"Your Highness."

"Such a deep wound, and so much blood."

"My heart hurts to death."

"Woo~"

The clothes on Lu Jingmo's shoulders were quickly wet.