The Rebirth of an Ill-Fated Consort

Outside the house, Luzhu stood at the gate of the courtyard, guarding the gate faithfully in case any accident happened. But in his heart, he was always thinking about what was going on in the house, and he kept urging Jin Er who was on the roof to look in: "What's going on?"

Jin Er sat lazily on the roof, lifted a tile to look in, and said, "It's nothing, it's just that your girl asked my two brothers to carry the master to her bed."

"Ah—" Luzhu covered her mouth: "How can a girl let a man sit on her own bed so casually?"

"I think it's your girl who wants to take advantage of my master's coma to rape my master." Jin Er said clearly: "The moon is dark and the wind is high, which is the best time. You see, she also put the tent down. Isn't this..."

"Shut up!" Seeing that his words became more and more shameless, Luzhu became angry and said, "You scumbag, you don't have to slander my girl's innocence. What's so great about your master? The girl is beautiful and intelligent, is it necessary to do this kind of thing? But your master, you don't want to go to other places to faint, but come to my girl's yard to faint, what is your intention?"

Luzhu was eloquent, but she caught Jin Er's questioning, besides, she was talking nonsense, but she guessed it right. She felt guilty for a while, but she couldn't find a good reason.

On the other hand, Jin San, who was sitting on the tree watching the play, let out a chuckle, thinking that Jin Er and Lu Zhu were a natural couple, and it was quite interesting to watch this pair play tricks on weekdays.

But... Jinsan's expression gradually became serious again, the other party was able to hurt the master and Ye Fengjinyi, it seemed that they had underestimated them before.

...

In the room, Tianzhu has already checked, Xiao Shao and Ye Fengjin were both injured, Xiao Shao was the most seriously injured, the wound was poisoned, fortunately, he himself usually brought some antidote on himself, took it Some detoxification medicine, it is better now. However, skin trauma has to be dealt with.

The method Tianzhu and the others used was to randomly tear open the wound and bandage it to stop the bleeding. Although it was convenient for a while, the wound would rot easily over time. Seeing that Tianzhu was unreliable, Jiang Ruan had to come by herself.

Jiang Ruan sat on the edge of the bed by herself, and looked up at him. This person usually seems to be omnipotent, but she never expected to be in such a mess. It's just... for some reason, she always felt that the scene in front of her was a little bit different. Very familiar, as if a similar thing happened many years ago.

Seeing this scene, Lianqiao, who came back from drinking hot water, was startled, and said in a panic: "Miss, Prince Xiao looks like..."

Jiang Ruan's eyes fell on the face of the man on the bed. Even though he was dying of poison, this man's expression was still as indifferent as before, as if this was not such an important matter. Only the slight frown could make people feel that he was not Not so comfortable.

Jiang Ruan took the clean veil from Zisu's hand, soaked it in hot water, first wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then peeled off his clothes.

Jin Yi and Ye Feng, who were taking medicine by themselves, took a breath at the same time.

Although she started steadily, she still held her breath and concentrated on doing it. Seeing this, Tianzhu's expression moved slightly.

After finally peeling off all the blood-stained clothes, Jiang Ruan pulled off Xiao Shao's clothes, exposing the other's chest.

Seeing this, Zisu and Forsythia blushed. Although they knew that their daughters were not shy about these things, and they didn't care much about women's sensitive things, they just pulled off the clothes of a strange man so straightforwardly. It still surprised them both. After all, Jiang Ruan is also a girl who has never been out of the court. Just looking at a man's body like this, Zi Su and Lian Qiao don't know whether to cry or laugh, but Jiang Ruan's expression is indifferent, and there is no look of being touched by it. ?

In fact, Jiang Ruan, who looks calm, is not as calm as the two maids think. Xiao Shao usually looks thin, but after pulling off the clothes, this body is lean and well-defined. Maybe it is practicing martial arts, not as good as it looks. So thin and weak, his skin is very fair, but if you look carefully, you can see the small scars all over his head, some of which are old in color, maybe they are old scars, and some of them are brand new, maybe they are new wounds.

Jiang Ruan was staring at his scar, only to hear Lianqiao next to her suddenly coughing non-stop, Jiang Ruan raised her eyes, and met Xiao Shao's staring gaze.

This person didn't know when he woke up, and she looked at him in a daze with a handkerchief in her hand, she looked like a flower picker. Jiang Ruan glanced at Xiao Shao as if nothing had happened, and asked, "How did you do it?"

"I encountered an ambush on the way back to Beijing." Xiao Shao said, paused, and then said: "It has been resolved."

Jiang Ruan paused, took out the handkerchief soaked in hot water and wrung it dry, and carefully helped Xiao Shao wipe off the wound. At this time, he could see clearly that his chest seemed to be wounded by a sword, with blood on his chest. The skin and flesh were lifted, and it looked extremely terrifying.

Xiao Shao followed her gaze to see the wound on her chest, paused, and then said softly: "Ye Feng, for me..."

"Let me do it." Jiang Ruan interrupted him: "Your wound needs to be stitched, otherwise it will fester very quickly. Ye Feng doesn't look like someone who can handle needles. If you dare to hand it to him, he will Dare to embroider a mess on your chest."

Ye Feng: "..." He hasn't said anything yet, why does the young lady hurt others by opening her mouth? Although he really can't embroider things.

Having said that, Xiao Shao couldn't say anything more.

Lianqiao brought the needle and thread over, and asked, "Miss, you want to sew the wound for Prince Xiao?"

"If you don't sew, it won't work." Jiang Ruan looked at Xiao Shao: "Are you afraid of pain?"

Xiao Shao smiled, then shook his head.

"Don't worry, I'll be there soon." Jiang Ruan took the silver needle and passed it through the candlelight to find a clean silk thread. Although he hesitated in his heart, he finally made a move. She didn't embroider Xiao Shao's skin as a cloth, but she embroidered it very seriously. Jiang Ruan's embroidery work has been considered excellent since she made embroidery on Zhuangzi many years ago and handed it over to Zhang Lan for money, but she has never been as dignified as before. Lianqiao watched the sweat dripping from Jiang Ruan's forehead , and my heart also picked up.

Xiao Shao let Jiang Ruan sew up the wound without saying a word, no numbness disappeared, and he didn't cry out, just stared at Jiang Ruan silently, not knowing what he was thinking, his eyes became more and more like the night sky.

Many years ago, when he was still a teenager, it was also a night like this. A little girl with a face full of scars but a smile warmed his lonely and cold night, just like this night.

In an instant, the past and the present merged together, making it almost impossible for him to tell the here and now.

Rao Zisu and Lianqiao were quite critical of King Jinying's fainting in their girl's yard, but they couldn't help admiring him when they saw him like this. There are not many men in the world who can endure the pain, and there are very few men who can bear the pain like Xiao Shao.