In the bedroom, the lights and candles were shining, and the fire was burning red. The warm halo falls on the curtain, and the light and shadow are intertwined, reflecting the delicate silhouette of the person on the couch more and more deeply.

Su Jingqian was half-leaning on the bed, his black hair was pouring down, his shirt was half-dissolved, and his skin like cold jade and white porcelain was covered with hideous blood.

Ziheng took the cleaned Jinpa handed by Zishu, carefully and carefully wiped the blood around the wound for Su Jingqian, and within a moment, a basin of water was already stained red.

Ziheng's eyebrows have never stretched for a moment, and he has always blamed himself and remorsefully for his master's injury. Although the master had told them before he set off that they didn't have to take care of him after they started with the mountain bandits, they only needed to kill a way for him and Prince Lu to leave, but they never thought that the master would be so badly injured.

It wasn't until later that he and Ziyu realized that the master had been injured from the beginning, and only when he was seriously injured and rescued Prince Lu safely, the Empress Dowager Nanling had no excuse to embarrass Miss Lin again.

Ziheng gritted his teeth secretly, he only hated that he hadn't been able to detect his master's intentions earlier, otherwise even if he was punished by his master and sent to a secret prison, he would never let his master put himself in danger and suffer such a heavy blow when his old illness recurred.

Although the master suffered a traumatic injury this time, the wounds were all over the body, with different depths, and he only felt shocking when he saw it. And these injuries also aggravated the old diseases in the master's body, if he didn't worry about Miss Lin, and he was worried that she would notice something wrong, the master would not have waited outside the palace gate with a serious injury, let alone fainted after sending Miss Lin back.

Now, although the old diseases in the master's body have been temporarily stabilized, and the wounds on his body have scabbed one after another, how can he not be worried when the master wakes up and insists on cleaning up the blood stains on his body?

He also knew that the master liked to be clean, and he was extremely disgusted by the smell of blood, and no matter how much the three of them tried to dissuade him, it was useless.

However, he only finished the injection for his master yesterday, and the three days after the injection was the time when the pain was the most intense. At this time, the blood stains on the master's body have dried up, and it takes three points of force to clean up the blood stains when wiping them. But in this way, it will inevitably involve the wound, which will not only hinder the healing of the wound, but also exacerbate the pain, which is tantamount to torture for the master.

He really didn't dare to think about how the master endured the severe pain that pierced his heart and bones, so he stubbornly carried this injury. However, there was no slightest wave on the master's face from beginning to end, as if he had no sense of all the pain and suffering, this kind of forbearance that was different from ordinary people, after the independent son came back from the Beiluo Shimen, it had been carved into his bones, it was to deter the enemy, but also to spur himself, but for him, Zishu and Ziyu, he only felt sad.

I still remember that when he and Zishu came out of the cottage and saw that the master was covered in blood, his heart beat almost uncontrollably. Then, when he shivered all over, lifted his master's coat and saw the mottled bloodstains, he felt that his mind was blank and his ears were buzzing. After a long time, he slowly realized what he was afraid of-when the master came back from the Beiluo Shimen, he was also covered in bruises like this moment, and it was also from that time that the master's body was ......

Thinking of this, Ziheng unconsciously tightened the Jinpa in his hand, and when the past reappeared, he only felt palpitations.

In fact, it is no wonder that Zishu will complain about Miss Lin, the master has carried a heavy burden all the way, hiding all the swords, swords, and blood very well, isolating the monstrous water and fire from her world, just to seek a happy ending for her. If there was no Miss Lin, the master would not have to be so forbearing, let alone so resolute towards himself.

And he didn't complain about Miss Lin. Giving her a happy life is what the master wants; It is also the choice of the master to bear the danger alone. He just felt sorry for his master.

Just when Ziheng's mood became more and more dull, he suddenly heard a sound of footsteps outside the door, and then he heard Ziyu report from the door: "Master, Miss Lin is here." ”

"Why is she here?" Su Jingqian was slightly stunned, then his eyes moved, and he immediately signaled Ziheng and Zishu to put away the things that cleaned up the blood stains, quickly pulled his clothes together, and when he was tying his clothes, he heard the door of the room being pushed open, followed by that familiar and clear voice.

"What, Boss Su doesn't welcome me?"

Obviously, Su Jingqian's whisper did not escape Lin Wanwan's ears.

Su Jingqian didn't answer, he only tied his clothes calmly, and as soon as Fang raised his eyes, he saw that Lin Wanwan had walked straight into the room, standing still in front of the table, looking at himself fixedly, and there was a hint of a smile floating in Mingying's eyes.

He stared at her, the light and shadow gently swayed at the bottom of his eyes, gradually brightening and darkening, lining those peach blossom eyes more and more deep and charming, but as always, people could not distinguish the emotions contained in them. Suddenly, his eyes swept to the crimson cloak she was wearing, but he saw that it was still covered with cold dew and frost, thinking that it was caused by the wind blowing the residual snow down.

Su Jingqian couldn't help frowning, his eyes finally changed slightly, and he said: "The winter night in Nanling is particularly wet and cold, your injuries have not healed, and you are not in the house, what are you doing when you come out?" ”

Hearing his words that seemed to be reproachful, but were actually concerned, Lin Wanwan's eyes were raised, and he glanced at him with a smile.

And this glance seemed to contain infinite deep meaning, like resentment, like coquettishness, like coquettishness, and like gentleness, which made Su Jingqian's heart tremble, and the eyes that fell on her couldn't help but soften a little.

The coldness that quietly brushed between Fang Cai's eyebrows and eyes was like the thin ice that still remained on the embankment in early spring, and as soon as the spring water dissolved, it secretly disappeared.

Seeing the two eyebrows, Zishu, Ziyu, and Ziheng glanced at each other, and they all understood. Just as they were about to retreat silently, they were unexpectedly stopped by Lin Wanwan.

"Ziheng, please take a look at this ointment for me." As she spoke, Lin Wanwan took out a celadon jar from her sleeve and handed it to Ziheng, asking, "I have tried this medicine, and it is very effective in healing external injuries, but I wonder if this medicine can be used with the clotting jade dew paste you developed?" ”

Ziheng responded, respectfully took the porcelain jar, then opened the lid and put it in front of his nose and sniffed, suddenly his eyes lit up, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"This medicine ......"

He groaned, immediately wiped a little with his fingertips on the back of his hand, and after repeatedly observing and sniffing for a while, he finally frowned, and said with a smile and humility: "According to the humble opinion of his subordinates, Miss Lin's ointment is really a panacea, and I am afraid that there is no wound medicine in this world that can be compared with it." To tell the truth, although the condensation gyokuro paste developed by the subordinates also has the effect of healing and analgesia, but the effect is focused on removing scars and nourishing the skin, although the medicinal materials used are also precious, but most of them are also found on the market, and every flavor of the herbs in this ointment is extremely rare, if it is about healing wounds and relieving pain, this medicine is more effective than clotting gyokuro ointment. If you can use the two together, even the deepest wounds can heal in a short time, and even scars will not be left. ”

After listening to Ziheng's words, Lin Wanwan slowly breathed a sigh of relief, smiled gratefully at Ziheng, and said, "I understand, thank you." ”

But Ziheng's heart moved, and he couldn't help but think of the person who developed this medicine, this person can not only find such rare medicinal materials, but also refine them into healing elixirs, which is enough to prove that his medical skills are outstanding, and he must be a holy hand of medicine, so the master ......

A glimmer of hope rose in Ziheng's heart, and he hurriedly saluted Lin Wanwan and asked, "Shu Ziheng dared to ask, I don't know where did Miss Lin get this medicine?" ”

Hearing the urgency between Ziheng's words, Lin Wanwan's heart couldn't help but chuckle, and her heart seemed to be crushed by a boulder.