Is the Scum Worthy of Whitewashing?

"Be careful--" Zhao Rui swept over Xu Jiang, only to hit an arrow in the shoulder.

He frowned in pain, but he didn't stop under his feet, pulling Xu Jiang to continue running.

Not far from the outskirts of the river, there was a forest. They ran in and stopped under a tree.

"They... shouldn't be able to chase them." Zhao Rui leaned against the tree trunk, panting slightly, accidentally affected the wound, and lightly "hissed".

Xu Jiang looked at his shoulder, the blood smeared and dyed his white clothes red.

She had always had a bad impression of Zhao Rui, but she didn't want him to protect her and block the arrow for her life.

In fact, even without him, nothing will happen. Xu Jiang has not considered the situation of going out of the palace in distress. She wears soft body armor in her clothes, and is invulnerable to ordinary swords. She also brought sleeve arrows, daggers and drugs. The object of self-defense.

If the talented Zhao Rui hadn't taken herself away, she would have survived the imperial city guards, captured the rebels alive, and uncovered the root cause.

But he protected her after all, and she owed a favor.

"You expose the wound, I'll bandage it for you." Xu Jiang lowered his eyes.

Zhao Rui was taken aback, and then suddenly smiled: "Okay."

He half untied the shirt on the left and exposed his shoulders. The arrow was pulled out by Zhao Rui long ago, leaving a **** hole, looking at the horror.

Xu Jiang took out the wound medicine from his arms and put a Ye Mingzhu in Zhao Rui's hand: "Hold it, and hold it for me. The forest is too dark to see clearly."

Ye Mingzhu radiated a faint light in Zhao Rui's hand. Xu Jiang looked at his wound closely. It didn't turn black. He didn't paint poison on the arrow he wanted to come.

This is much easier. Xu Jiang took out the handkerchief from his sleeve, dipped it in powder, and gently touched the wound.

Zhao Rui was sore in pain.

"Just bear with me, I will try to be faster." Xu Jiang said softly, speeding up his hand movements.

In fact, this is nothing, Zhao Rui thought, when he was in the palace of King Yu when he was young, he was pushed into the water by his favored brother. It was a lake that had just thawed in winter, and every inch of his bones was pierced by the cold. Later, he was fished. After coming up, there was a high fever for three days and three nights, as if the limbs and bones were immersed in a frying pan and boiled, almost too late.

With the light of Ye Mingzhu, he could stare at Xu Jiang's face clearly. In this life, she has changed a lot for some reason. This is the first time she has been so close to her, and also the first time she has treated herself so kindly.

Looking at the pair of translucent eyes, Zhao Rui was in a daze, thinking of his previous life.

The court officials quarreled so much, and when she returned to Gong Weixuan, she arrogated the harem concubine with him. He was upset and just wanted to be clean.

That day was the death day of his biological mother, but no one in the huge palace could carry this thought with him.

He went to Xu Jiang Palace and found that she was doing embroidery. The dim candlelight outlined her slightly thin figure, lonely but warm.

After Xu Jiang lost his eyes, he still retained the habit of lighting up the lights.

Her embroiderer's posture is very clumsy, but not because of unfamiliar skills, but because she can't see. She can only use her fingertips to gently stroke the texture on the silk cloth to judge the position of the next stitch.

Zhao Rui thought of her mother at the time. In the vague and sporadic impression, her mother seemed to often sit in the cold palace, sewn and mended clothes in person.

He walked lightly over, but Xu Jiang was still aware of it and raised his head to turn to his direction.

After Xu Jiang was blind, his hearing and smell were much more sensitive, and he could be recognized by the ambergris on Zhao Rui's clothes.

She saluted him, with a gentle smile, quiet and silent. And Zhao Rui was resting on her lap, feeling the peace of being alone with her. This is also their consistent way of getting along.

She seldom asks him for anything, never tells right from wrong, and doesn't know when Xu Jiang has become a special existence in his heart.

If it weren't for the unfeelingness of the knife she stabbed at herself later, Zhao Rui would have thought that Xu Jiang was the only woman in this palace who truly loved her.

After she failed the assassination, she decided to die. But he was alive, but he couldn't let go of the hypocritical warmth.

Even if I did it again, I knew it was carrying a poisonous wine, but I had long since burned the obsession in my heart, which was tantamount to drinking poison to quench my thirst.

"...Jun Zhao, Jun Zhao?" The voice in reality pulled Zhao Rui's thoughts back.

Xu Jiangshi tore a piece of fabric from the hem of the skirt, fixed the silk paw on his wound, wrapped it twice along his shoulder, and tied it up.

"You have a try, do I tie it too tightly?" Xu Jiang asked.

Zhao Rui moved his shoulder slightly and smiled and said, "It's just right, thank you princess."

"Why should I say thank you?" Xu Jiang shook his head, "You save me first. It is natural to help you bandage."

Zhao Rui remained silent, but fixedly looked at her.

"What's the matter?" Xu Jiang gently touched his face, "Why look at me like this?"

"...It's nothing." Zhao Rui noticed that he was out of state, lowered his eyes, and opened the topic, "I want to come, Anzhi and the others have settled the assassin, and they will be able to find it soon. The princess can rest for a while without panic."

Xu Jiang nodded and sat beside him, leaning against the tree trunk.

In fact, she didn't panic much, but Shi just ran for so long and was busy administering medicine to Zhao Rui, which was really lacking. Leaning on the tree trunk, it didn't take long before he couldn't control himself and fell asleep.

Zhao Rui looked at her calm and watery side face. She was dragged and rushed, messing up Xu Jiang's original hair style. Several strands of hair fell loosely and fell on her cheeks.

He hesitated a little, stretched out his hand and touched her hair lightly.

Seeing that Xu Jiang didn't notice anything, he lifted up all her scattered hair, took out a plain pearl flower from her arms, and pinned it to her sideburn.

After doing all this, Zhao Rui stared at Xu Jiang deeply, until he heard the sound of horseshoes coming from behind, then he retracted his hand and turned his head back.

Shen Cun sat on the horse, looking at him with a complicated expression.

When Xu Jiang woke up again, he was immediately leaning in Shen Cun's arms.

She moved slightly, and Shen Cun hurriedly lowered her head to look over: "His Royal Highness, is there any injury?"

"Unexpectedly." Xu Jiang settled, "Can the culprits catch all of them?"

"The Guards have taken him to prison." Shen Cun replied succinctly. "The minister has asked them to look after the offenders and wait for interrogation. Don't make them judge themselves."

"well done."

Xu Jiang breathed a sigh of relief. This is what she cares about most.

Regardless of the safety of the night tour, she also had the mind to lead the snake out of the cave. It would be a worthwhile trip if she could catch the chaos and thieves behind the scenes.

Sitting down was Shen Cun's black-maned steed, walking quickly, and in a short while, he sent Xu Jiang to the gate of the palace.

Xu Jiang got off his horse and bowed his hands to salute: "Thank you, Tai Fu."

When she got off the horse, she noticed that there seemed to be a very slight ringing movement on the top of her head, and she subconsciously touched it and took off a silver bead flower.

The style is simple and the carving is simple, not like any expensive style. Under a simple silver-white carved flower, a very small silver bell fell, and the sound made by Shi Cai must have come from this.

"This is...?" Xu Jiang was slightly surprised, she had never had such jewelry before, and looked at Shen Cun suspiciously.

Shen Cun was silent for a moment, then said: "...This is Zixiang's property. The minister once saw it by chance. It is said that it is the relic of his biological mother, so he often carries it close to his body."

Xu Jiang was startled, and then fell silent.

Although she doesn't know much about the relationship between men and women, she is not stupid. The meaning of this move is self-evident.

Xu Jiang hesitated for a while, and said softly: "I'm also asking Taifu...help me return this thing to Jun Zhao, okay?"

"His Royal Highness, Zixiang is really stubborn, or your Highness...return it personally, which is more secure." Shen Cun replied in a low voice.

Between him and Zhao Rui recently, compared to the past, he was a little stranger. If he helped to return it, Zhao Rui would definitely think that he was a troublemaker when he wanted to come.

Of course, Shen Cun would think so because of his guilty conscience.

He glanced at the rabbit lamp hanging in front of the horse's head, and the ears below were floating lonely.

Shen Cun didn't know what to say before he could hand this lamp to Xu Jiang.

"Alright." Xu Jiang groaned, "It's really better for me to make it clear in person."

Today's events have changed her view of Zhao Rui, but this does not mean that she will have other emotions.

Not far away came the sound of footsteps, Li You hurried over carrying the palace lantern, and saw Xu Jiang outside the palace gate. He was relieved to see that she was unharmed.

"His Royal Highness," Li Youping regained his breath, "The king called urgently, and please go to quickly--"