"Let's go down." The maid lit the lamp, Yan Jing said, taking out the wound medicine in the room.

Waiting to hear the sound of the maid leaving, and hearing the sound of the door being brought, Luoxi raised his head and ran to the vanity mirror in a panic.

The woman in the mirror has red and white roads all over her face, some are crusted, and some scabs have just fallen. In this intersecting red and white roads, there is another terrible blood mark slightly slanting in the face The left cheek passes through the bridge of the nose and then to the right under the ear.

This is alive, it is a Yasha.

"Ah-" Luoxi cried again with his face covered, even when his feet were soft, he sat on the ground and never rose again.

Yan Jing raised her in the past, "Just break the skin, it will be better soon."

"No, no! Didn't you see so much blood? Didn't you see such a long one? How did the gardener in your house do things, why did you let a long thorn run across the road, why not cut it, why not cut it? You will pull him down and hit the 20 big boards tomorrow! "

Yan Jing looked at her silently, but just took a handkerchief to wipe her blood, but Luoxi hit him with a fist: "And you, and you! I haven't given anyone soup when I'm so grown up, you What do you drag, what do you count, why do you treat me like this! At first I did n’t want to marry you, you insisted on me to marry, and when you were married, you wanted to take me off, making Nanping laugh at me, Princess Feng laughed at me, and the eunuch's palace girl laughed at me, Everyone laughs at me! I just want to go back to the palace. I want to go back to the palace. What are you chasing? Now I have a face like this, it's ugly, it's you, it's you! "

Luoxi cried while hitting his chest, tears sliding down his face, mixed with the blood beads on his face.

Yan Jing took the handkerchief and was beaten motionlessly by her, and said after a while: "If you don't take the medicine soon, your face will scar."

He said this, Luoxi was afraid again, and the salty tears penetrated into the wound, exacerbating the pain. He was worried for a while, and finally stopped his hand and sobbed.

Yan Jing wiped her blood with a handkerchief, but she shrank suddenly when she touched her.

"very painful!"

Yan Jing shook his hand, stopped in front of her, and said after a while: "Then come by yourself."

Luoxi snatched the handkerchief, got up and sat down on the chair in front of the mirror, gently wiped the blood and tears off his face against the mirror. Only then did I calmly look at the injury. Although it was a long one, it really only pierced the skin, and it did not leave scars. This was calm in my heart. It's just such a long wound that I don't know for a few days to get better. Pity that she and Nanping didn't scratch their faces when they fought for the second time, so even if they hurt her face elsewhere, the situation didn't get worse. She didn't expect that she made another one by herself now. Okay.

When she was dry, Yan Jing bent over to give her medicine. This time, his strength was much lighter. Although there was occasional pain, he could bear it by biting his teeth and frowning.

The wound was very long, and when halfway through it, Luoxi stopped crying and fell silent.

However, such a quiet, a little awkward. She was sitting in a chair in front of the dressing table. He bent over to apply medicine to her-her face was close, and she could still feel the breath from his nose. It was very disturbing to pounce on the face.

Luoxi's face was a little flushed, and he couldn't help getting nervous. As soon as she felt a little hot on her face, she worried that she would blush, and when she blushed, he would see ... Thinking of this, his heart became more tense and her face warmer.

He lowered his eyelids, and Ning Ning stood before him.

Ning Ning, Ning Ning, Ning Ning ... silently chanting Ning Ning's name, but the figure in his head is Yan Jing.

When the conflict in Luoxi was uncomfortable, Yan Jing finally applied the medicine and straightened up.

Luoxi had to say something: really slow, really slow, so clumsy, if An An Ning Ning, help her paint a few times!

"What's the matter with me?" Yan Jing asked.

When he asked this question, Luoxi thought of the business, and then thought of the bowl of white fungus soup, and the last bowl of white fungus soup. There was embarrassment and anger in his heart. He had to look up at him before seeing his face. Seeing his arm hanging under his waist.

He wore dark clothes in the daytime and light colors in the evening. Today it is a light cyan dress. There are several stains on the sleeve that are different from the colors of the rest.

Thinking of how his hair was digging deep into his body at the time, Luo Xi's heart tightened involuntarily, slowly reaching out and pulling up his sleeve.

"Ah ..." Almost covered with blood, Luoxi couldn't help whispering, raised his head, and faced his painless face.

Luoxi bit his lip, looked at the blood on his arm, looked up at his face again, and finally lowered his head, "... injury, is it serious?"

Yan Jing looked at the wound, his tone was as usual as usual, "Nothing."

He said nothing, Luoxi felt even more ashamed and looked up more embarrassedly, "I ... I will give you some medicine."

After saying this, she regretted it. She didn't get much medicine herself ... the only time she had had it was medicine ... the scratch on his back then.

Scratches ... Thinking of this unbearable past, Luoxi's face burned like fire. I was about to change my mind to let the maid come up, but I heard his representative agree with him.

Luoxi will stop saying anything, thinking, anyway, no experience or anything, just look at the way he just took medicine, it seems that it is not very likely, he is a rough man, he is a woman, he must be more talented than him of.

Yan Jing looked around, walked to the dresser and opened the small drawer below. After a while, I closed it again, and then rummaged in the drawer on the book case. After a while, I looked for it again.

Luoxi watched for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking for."

Yan Jing turned his face away and returned the sentence, "It's nothing." After looking at it, he looked at the room and suddenly walked to the door and opened it.

"Come here."

"What did the master say?" Hearing the voice, came a girl.

"Last time, where did I put the bottle of baiyao." Luo Xi heard Yan Jing asking in his room, and he couldn't help but laugh. After a long period of time, he turned over the boxes and turned down the cabinet for so long, he was looking for Bai Yao, and he still put the Bai Yao himself.

The girl outside the door replied: "Last time, the old man put it in a small cabinet under the red clothes box. The slave girl ... This is the old man's arm bleeding? The slave girl gives you medicine."

"No!" Before Yan Jing answered, Luoxi rushed to answer. Previously, she only thought about the problem of unfamiliarity, but now there is a maid who really wants to give Yan Jing medicine, but she thinks of another problem: Yan Jing has a ring of teeth marks on her arm, and one is thorn The wound, and not to mention whether the maid can see the wound from the spontaneous hairpin, just say the tooth mark, and at a glance, she knew that she had bitten it, then she was not a dead man!

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