Hearing him say he was injured, Yu Lanxin couldn't help but mention it.
"You are hurt."
"Let me see."
Isn't it a dream?
How could he really be hurt?
Yu Lan walked down the steps and reached out to hold his sleeve, moving closer to him to see where he was injured.
The sky begins to show a little whiteness, and things can be seen. It's just that it's still too dark now, so I can't see clearly.
Maybe it's because the person standing in front of him is wearing white clothes, so his figure is more obvious.
Even from a distance, you can still see his silhouette. However, you can only see his silhouette closely. If you want to see him clearly, you have to get closer to him.
So under such circumstances, Yu Lan really didn't realize where he was injured for a while.
"Where are you injured? Is it serious?"
No injuries were seen.
Thinking of what she had dreamed about, Yu reached out and took off his clothes, wanting to take a closer look. In Yu Lan's dream, she clearly remembered that this man was stabbed in the chest.
The scene in the dream was really scary.
"Sir, I have sent those who were captured alive to prison. Tomorrow..." Yan Qi, who walked in behind Emperor Qingyuan, stopped before he could finish his words.
It feels like it came at the wrong time.
"Sir, please continue, I didn't see anything."
He didn't see Miss Xiaolan taking off his clothes.
This is too enthusiastic.
Ji Wen, who followed him in, saw this scene and immediately lowered his head, "Slave, I didn't see it either."
When it comes to stripping clothes, I only obey Miss Xiaolan.
Look, how long has it taken for them to take off their clothes?
Yes, you are brave enough.
If the beautiful women selected for the palace had such courage, their husbands would not be single now.
But look at this situation.
It seems that I have started to get close to women.
Seeing the two of them walking into the yard and then retreating out, Yu Lan looked down at his hands blankly.
Now her fingers were touching the strong chest of the man in front of her.
Although this was not the first time she was so close to him, Yu Lan still felt that her fingertips were steaming.
Letting go of her hand, Yu Lan blushed and backed away, and was speechless for a moment. It was not good for her to take off a man's clothes, no matter what the purpose was.
Emperor Qingyuan: "..."
Emperor Qingyuan said he was quite calm about having his clothes taken off as soon as he came back.
Compared with the scene after I was drunk, it was a small scene.
After reaching out to pull up his clothes, Emperor Qingyuan coughed lightly.
He didn't expect this girl to be so courageous.
If anyone had dared to do this before.
Looking at the embarrassed girl in front of him, Emperor Qingyuan pointed at his arm and whispered: "The injury is here. It was just slightly scratched by a sharp weapon. It's not a problem."
What I can see in my sight is not very clear.
However, he was wearing white clothes, so after his reminder, Yu Lan saw at a glance that the white clothes on his arms were dyed red. However, the stained area was not large, and because it was still dark, it was too dark in his vision.
, so I didn’t notice it.
"Slave, can you take a look?"
This girl is really worried about him.
That's right, if you weren't worried, you wouldn't be sitting here waiting all night just because you had a dream.
Emperor Qingyuan nodded: "Well..."
Yu Lan stepped forward and got closer to him. Finally, she could see clearly and saw where his clothes were torn.
It has a medicinal smell.
It was obvious that his wounds had been treated with medicine.
From where the clothes were torn, Yu Lan could see the gauze wrapped around his arms.
This is already bandaged.
Her fingers gently poked his blood-stained clothes.
Yu Lan's nose was still very sensitive. When she got close to him, she not only smelled the faint smell of medicine, but also smelled the smell of blood.
"It must hurt."
Yu Lan said and put her fingers gently on his injured area.
Sensing her cautious look, Emperor Qingyuan bent down and got closer to her.
"It's okay, it's not in the way."
His voice was low, magnetic and slightly hoarse, maybe because it was too dark! When Yu Lan heard his voice, one sentence would always come to mind.
"Whose girl are you from?"
Their voices were so similar that she could still think of that bastard man in her memory at this moment.
Yu Lan took back her hand, looked at the man standing in front of her, and suddenly felt her nose was a little sore. After a while, she softly said, "Master, you're fine."
It had been two full hours since she had the nightmare. Now that she saw him coming back, Yu Lan's restless heart began to calm down.
His eyes fell on his injured place again.
Yu Lan was a little frightened.
It turns out that my dream is not just a dream.
Fortunately, although I was also injured, it was still different from the one in the dream.
In this way, it can be regarded as a blessing among misfortunes.
Even so.
But, I still feel a little scared when I think about it.
My dream was quite accurate.
No matter what.
Yu Lan hopes not to have such dreams again.
"Master, it's starting to get light."
"You go back to your room first, and my servant will get you some hot water to wash your face, and then have a good sleep."
I don't know what he did that night, but he must have been very tired.
Just standing here and talking for a while, the sky began to get brighter. Now, Yu Lan could see his face clearly.
He has a handsome face with a tight expression that shows no emotion or anger, and his expression looks a little tired. His whole person looks cold and cold. He still looks unapproachable. But Yu Lan can feel the way he looks at her.
It's light, but has a touch of gentleness.
"That slave is gone."
Yu Lan said and turned around, preparing to go to the kitchen to get some hot water for the man to wash up.
As soon as she walked out, her wrist was grabbed.
Emperor Qingyuan didn't know why he stretched out his hand, but his hand was already on Yu Lan's slender wrist.
Yu Lan could feel that he was holding her hand very tightly, and the strength made her feel a little pain.
This man has really strong hands.
Perhaps it was already very light for him, but Yu Lan still felt a slight pain.
"Master, please be gentler."
Yu Lan's voice was very soft, and his hands moved slightly, indicating that he hurt himself.
The girl's voice was delicate and soft, as if she was coquettishly coquettish with him.
Very useful.
Emperor Qingyuan's eyes fell on her, his eyes darkened, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.
His hand relaxed a little, but he still didn't let go of her hand.
Seeing that he was still holding on to her, Yu Lan's face felt a little hot. She raised her eyes and glanced at him and whispered: "...is there anything else?"
Emperor Qingyuan: "No."
"Then, slave, go get you hot water..." Before Yu Lan could finish her words, she felt herself being pulled into a familiar embrace.