King Jin followed Wan Yunjun from the back garden along the corridor. He saw that the house was clean and tidy, and full of flowers and trees. Then he followed Wan Yunjun into the guest room. Things in the guest room were neatly arranged, and people were cleaning them all the time. However,
There is a new and deserted feeling that no one has used after cleaning.
He sat in the chair and reached out to test the teapot with the back of his hand - the teapot was cold, with no hot or cold tea.
"I'm going to get refreshments." Wan Yunjun went out to get hot tea and snacks, brought them in on a tray, and put them on the table. "You can stay here, but my people have no contact with anyone in Kyoto."
King Jin did not touch the tea and asked: "Is there any hot water and medicine for knife wounds?"
Wan Yunjun nodded, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the basin and walked out, thinking that in order to be a filial son and grandson, it was worthwhile for him to be a filial son and grandson.
She personally brought the hot water, turned around and went out to get a carrying case and put it on the table. She opened the opposite door and took out scissors, white muslin and two bottles of knife wound medicine.
Her eyes passed over these items, and she decided to cut off Prince Jin's sleeves with scissors first.
However, as soon as she picked up the scissors and faced King Jin, she immediately felt guilty and sweating. She was simply afraid that if she cut off the scissors, King Jin would treat her as an assassin.
Feeling panicked, and having had two drinks after packing her things, she went down with the scissors, but failed to cut through the layers of King Jin's sleeves smoothly. Instead, she touched King Jin's wounds, causing King Jin to say "Hey" unprepared.
There was a sound.
After Wan Yunjun heard this, sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead. He clenched the scissors, stabilized his mind, and kept working hard.
This time her mind was too calm, leaving her with nothing - her eyes were empty, her hands were empty, and she cut out nothingness with the scissors.
She felt that this time it was not her fault, but King Jin's fault, because King Jin shook slightly, and she said cautiously: "Don't move."
"Give it to me." Song Huiyue walked in from the door, took the scissors from Wan Yunjun's hand, pinched Prince Jin's sleeve, cut upwards from the cuff, and finally cut off the sleeves all together.
King Jin lost two sleeves, and his clothes became extremely ridiculous. He was very face-conscious in front of Song Huiyue, but he was embarrassed at this time, but he did not notice it because his eyes were glued to Song Huiyue.
Painted on the moon.
Song Huiyue didn't look at him, only looking at the wounds on both arms. The knife had taken away a layer of flesh on both sides. Although the wounds were not deep, they were a large wound. It was painful to see the blood dripping.
"Paja." She looked at Wan Yunjun.
Wan Yunjun quickly went to twist a hot handkerchief and brought it over.
The hot handkerchief wiped away the blood around the wound. The hot water quickly became dirty. Song Huiyue gave the handkerchief to Wan Yunjun: "Let's get another basin of hot water."
Wan Yunjun took the basin and went out.
Song Huiyue opened the corks of two medicine bottles, smelled it for a moment, confirmed that one of them was medicine for knife wounds, and then sprinkled it on King Jin's wound.
King Jin was in burning pain, and despite the pain, he felt a little joy in his heart - seeing Song Huiyue, his heart was calm, and he did not need to take Hanshi Powder, and his mind was very clear.
Song Huiyue moved very gently and whispered: "Your Majesty, I will stay here for two days. Zhang Xutang is a mad dog. Once he makes a move, he will have to bite off a piece of meat from you. This place is safe."
King Jin lowered his voice: "I listen to you."
Song Huiyue said: "I went to Beiwa early in the morning. There are many people in Beiwa. I hid for a while. When Zhang Xutang relaxed, I left from the official road."
Hearing this, King Jin frowned. Because he was in a peaceful mood, his thoughts became more wise, enough to make Zhang Xutang pay the price for his recklessness.
"Don't go," he wanted to say that he had a way to keep her safe, but when his mind changed, he changed his words, "There is no one around me, Huang Ting is not here, and I don't dare to eat or drink anything outside. Now I just
trust you."
Song Huiyue hesitated for a moment, thinking of King Jin's situation at this time, and nodded.
The sound of Wan Yunjun's footsteps could be heard outside, as well as the sound of water in the basin sloshing and splashing - if she didn't touch Yangchun water with her ten fingers, a basin of water would spill out half of the basin.
Song Huiyue stopped talking and continued to spread the medicine over a large area. When the hot water came, she wiped the area around the wound again and again to reveal the original skin color.
Wan Yunjun said in a strange way: "You are so white."
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she immediately wanted to give herself a big mouth, thinking: "I'll make you talk bad!"
Song Huiyue laughed: "No, why are you even whiter than before?"
The King of Jin felt very affectionate about the word "once upon a time", but at the same time he did not answer - the skin of people who take Hanshi Powder will become pale.
Song Huiyue took a fine cloth and wrapped it tightly around King Jin's arms. After wrapping it, she asked Wan Yunjun to bring two sets of clothes worn by the guards to change into for King Jin. He also had to light a fire - there was no fire in the house all year round.
Where people live, it's as cold as an ice cellar.
Wan Yunjun was busy, working hard, Song Huiyue tasted every piece of cake on the plate, and pushed it to King Jin: "You need to pacify your stomach first."
King Jin ate two pieces and wanted to tell Song Huiyue about the assassination tonight, when he heard a crash outside. It was Wan Yunjun who dropped a basket of charcoal to the ground.
Song Huiyue hurriedly went out to help light the charcoal fire. After settling down King Jin, she went out to rest without hesitation.
She slept for two hours and then got up.
King Jin's sleep was also very short, but his mind was as clear as ever. He was writing a letter at this time. When he saw Song Huiyue coming in, he quickly finished writing: "Here he comes."
He stood up and used tongs to poke away the piled charcoal fire - he was not afraid of the cold. Once the charcoal fire started burning, he felt as if he had entered a fire, and his whole body ached.
Song Huiyue put down the food box, placed two large plates of meat buns, and sat face to face with King Jin: "You can rest assured to eat. All the guards of the Wan family have eaten what was taken out from the big basket in the kitchen."
The buns were specially made for the guards. Each bun was as big as a fist, and the meat filling inside was as solid as meatballs. After King Jin ate one, he felt fat.
Song Huiyue ate half of it.
King Jin took the remaining half and ate it, broke another one open, swallowed the meatballs with pork and green onions inside, and handed the steamed bun skin soaked in soup to Song Huiyue: "Eat some more."
Song Huiyue ate a bun skin and said, "You are much thinner than before."
King Jin pinched his eyebrows hard: "No, I'm just tired."
There was a deeper and weaker tiredness in his tone.
Song Huiyue thought that he might be really tired. Zhang Xutang is a devil-like figure. Even if he only has one breath left, he will still fight against the King of Jin to the end. Coupled with Jinshang's suspicion, father is not his father.
How can I not be tired if I don’t have a son?
"It will be fine soon." She seemed to be talking to herself, and she didn't know whether she was talking to herself or to Prince Jin.
King Jin smiled and nodded, stood up and folded the letter he had written: "Ask Wan Yunjun to go to Yuan's house today, give this to Yuan Shaopei, and then wait for Yuan Shaopei's reply."
Song Huiyue took Fang Sheng's hand and said, "I'll go right away."
King Jin chased her to the door: "Give it to her and come back. I can't live without you."
After he finished speaking, he felt that what he said was not good and would make Song Huiyue unhappy. He was also afraid that Song Huiyue would leave as soon as possible, so he quickly said: "I can't live without you here... I need to change the dressing."
, and tea..."
Song Huiyue nodded and hurriedly walked into the cold wind.