Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

"Young Master, what are you applying to your wound?"

He remembered that when he left, there was blood on it, and now it seemed to be scabbed.

What is this thing and why is it so effective?

Lu Yuan put his hands lightly on his chest, and could still faintly feel the gentle touch of those small hands.

He shook his head slightly, "I don't know either!"

Not sure? You don't know why and you apply it randomly? Zhao Bin was stunned for a while.

Isn't his young master afraid of poison? He had only heard of people seeking emergency treatment indiscriminately, but he had never heard of serious injuries being treated indiscriminately.

Lu Yuan seemed to read his thoughts and glanced at him lightly, saying, "I am not responsible for treating the wound."

Zhao Bin was stunned, "Is that...?"

"Is there a small village near here?"

Lu Yuan did not answer Zhao Bin's words, but used his hands to straighten the bloody brocade clothes.

Zhao Bin nodded, "Yes, there is a small village, it seems to be called Yuehe Village."

"Moon River Village?"

Lu Yuan lowered his eyes and pondered, could it be that the little girl who saved him was also a villager in that village?

Who is she, and how can she have such a magical spring?

As for the effectiveness of Ganquan in treating internal and external injuries, even a prominent family like our Lu family would not be able to produce such medicine.

He didn't believe that the wound on his chest could heal so quickly. The disgusting thing applied on it must have something to do with the sweet spring.

Such a precious thing, the little girl actually gave it to herself, so he had to give something back no matter what.

He always had a good memory. Even in a coma, he still retained some consciousness, so he could remember the little girl's voice.

"Let's go down the mountain."

Although Zhao Bin didn't know why his master wanted to go to Yuehe Village, he didn't ask any more questions and followed him respectfully.

"etc!"

Just halfway through, Lu Yuan suddenly stopped. He looked around and suddenly said: "You go into the deep forest to hunt a wild animal. My body is covered in blood. If I enter the village, I will scare the villagers. "

Zhao Bin was startled, glanced at him with a strange expression, and then nodded respectfully.

As he walked, he thought to himself that his young master was really strange today. First, he asked him if he had seen a girl as soon as he woke up. Then, he was afraid that the blood on his body would scare the villagers.

When did his young master become so humane?

You know, the eldest young master of the Lu family is famous for being cold, ruthless and decisive in killing.

Those women who were obsessed with his magnificent face were frightened by the ice aura emanating from his body and could only watch from a distance silently, not daring to come any closer.

Today, Bingshan actually knows how to be considerate of others who are afraid of the cold?

this is too scary! Zhao Bin only felt that the legendary red rain might fall from the sky in the next second.

"What are you waiting for? Go back as soon as possible!"

Zhao Bin was puzzled, but he suddenly heard a sound like biting wind coming from behind him, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"Yes! I'll go right away!"

Right, this is the young master of his family. The one just now must be his illusion!

To ask him to go hunting, the young master must be hungry. If he is afraid of scaring the villagers, he must have heard wrong!

After Zhao Bin left, Lu Yuan stood in the deep forest with his hands behind his back.

He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he always felt that there was a pair of eyes that seemed to be observing him through some kind of obstacle.

"who?"

He turned around suddenly and looked around, but there was no one around. He couldn't help but frown slightly.

Could it be that he felt something was wrong?

This is impossible, his directness is always very accurate, there must be someone nearby!

Although he didn't feel any hostility, he didn't like the feeling of being peeped on either.