Don’t Learn Mandarin Ducks

, but at a glance who was standing in front of him, he didn't even have the desire to move his legs.

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It is a prophecy.

Pictured his lips, Li Jingyun stretched out his hands and handed them to Yin Huayue.

Amid the flames, Huayue was a little distracted, but after a moment, she turned around to meet the nursing home.

"Shang Yin?" Seeing that it was her, the nursing home stopped, "It's so late, why are you here?"

"Young master can't sleep in the middle of the night, I'll accompany him out for a walk." Huayue glanced at Wangfu and sighed, "It's night, and it hasn't been on alert yet. It treats the son as a bad guy."

“…”

Li Jingyun raised her head in surprise.

The man in front of him had a straight back, and when he looked from behind, he could just see her red-hot earlobes.

"This...do you need the younger ones to send the young master back?"

"No, you guys continue to patrol, and I will lead the son back to the East Court."

"Yes."

The nurses scattered back and forth one step at a time, Hua Yue turned around, and reached out to the person leaning in the shadows.

Her fingers were slender and soft, and looked extra gentle in the moonlight.

Li Jingyun's eyes were full of disbelief.

"Aren't you going to bring someone to arrest me?"

Hua Yue smiled and said, "Young master, the ribs that fell on the table, as long as they can be picked up, will not be thrown to the ground."

"You dare say that you are pork ribs?"

"Ow?" Wang Fu tilted his head and looked at the man in front of him with a puzzled look, thinking that it didn't look like beautiful and delicious spare ribs.

Hua Yue patted its head, then passed over it, grabbed Li Jing Yun's arm, and put it on her shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

Hua Yue supported him and pressed most of his body on top of her, "The servant will lead you back to the yard."

There was something strange in her heart, Li Jingyun followed her reluctantly, running vaguely on her mouth: "Yin Zhangshi took the wrong medicine."

"Do you want the young master to accept his favor?"

"If you want to, say it directly, Lord is not a stingy person."

"Why are you walking so slowly? Your legs aren't broken, why are you waiting for dawn?"

Kayue didn't reply a word.

When she returned to the east courtyard, closed the door of the main house, Huayue went to the cabinet to find the medicine box, and knelt down beside his bed.

Li Jingyun's face was instantly wonderful, colorful and colorful.

"When was it discovered?"

Hua Yue lowered her head and stirred the powder: "At the side of the courtyard wall."

He was a little annoyed: "Then you don't say a word on the road, waiting to see my joke?"

She raised her eyes: "You don't have to be shy, son."

"Shy...I'm so shy."

Saying so, but the whole handsome face is clearly written with anger and anger.

Too lazy to be stubborn with him, Huayue directly took his hand, rolled up the cuffs for him, and said warmly while dipping the medicine: "Serving the son is what a servant should do, the son does not need to mind. It's not uncommon for men to be injured outside, there's nothing to hide."

My heart skipped a beat, she glanced at him.

Replenish your body.

Rolling up his sleeves calmly, Huayue took the medicine and applied it around the wound.

Li Jingyun said impatiently: "Apply the medicine, just apply the medicine, whatever you blow, Master is not a three-year-old child who is afraid of pain."

That's what he said, but the hair that exploded all over his body finally smoothed out a little bit. He leaned on the soft pillow angrily, and with a glance out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yin Huayue who was lying down because The back of the neck is exposed.

This life is white, even if the candlelight illuminates her light orange, she does not feel warm when she looks at it.

With her uninjured hand, she touched the jade pendant on the hook of the sleeping tent. The tentacles of the white jade were cold.

It's hot?

The warm touch spread from his fingertips to his heart, Li Jingyun paused, as if he didn't respond, the dark pupils were covered with a layer of mist, and the eyelashes trembled slightly .

It felt so strange, he didn't even understand what was going on, he saw Yin Huayue's face close at hand.

Hua Yue held the medicine bottle and looked at him coldly.

Li Jingyun felt an inexplicable chill down her spine.

He let go of his hand without a trace, turned his head to one side, paused, and urged slightly annoyed, "Isn't it ready yet?"

The fire burned red, "Young master has to endure it for a while."

Li Jingyun's eyes widened: "What do you want to do?"

"Two stitches are enough." Hua Yue threaded the thread skillfully, "Young master is a man who can stand up to the sky, can endure swords, how can you be afraid of this little thing?"

"You are not afraid of needles, but you." He frowned, "You are not a doctor.

Hua Yue shook her head: "The slaves are familiar with this, so please rest assured."

The words fell, and without waiting for him to continue struggling, he turned around and clamped half of his arm with his arm, exposed the wound to the candlelight, and dropped the needle swiftly.

Li Jingyun sucked in a breath of cold air, anger and pain, want to shout, manly man, shameful. But bear with it, it's really painful.

Yin Huayue turned her back to him, determined to ignore his struggles. Li Jingyun snorted, opened his mouth to reveal his fangs, and bit her shoulder fiercely.

The aroma of this man's body filled his nose, Li Jingyun loosened his strength after biting, and looked up uncomfortably, the man in front of him was staring intently at his wound, eyebrows slightly Wrinkled, eyes narrowed.

This person's pupils are actually light brown, looking at the light, like a piece of amber.

He stretched out his hand and wanted to touch it again, but Li Jingyun recovered in time this time, glared at his hand, thinking what is wrong with this, why do you always want to touch others.

"Where did the son go tonight?" The dog said human words.