Eleven raised his eyes suddenly, and saw Bai Zhanfeng, who had not shown his face for a long time, holding his jade flute and leaning forward with a leisurely look on his face.
"It's you!" Eleven suddenly narrowed his eyes coldly.
Suddenly he smelled a strong smell of blood, and couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at the man in black brocade robes in shock. He saw his tall figure falling down softly in an instant. Eleven hurriedly stepped forward to think.
Going to pick it up, he pressed heavily on Eleven's shoulders, spitting out a strong smell of blood.
"Oh my God!" Seeing the deep wound on his chest, Eleven couldn't help but feel a tremble in his heart. He remembered the scene he saw in the bamboo forest last time. Was he getting involved with that middle-aged man again?
Knowing that she couldn't ask any more questions now, Eleven hurriedly helped him steady, half-supporting and half-dragging her to her bed, reaching out to untie his clothes and look at his injuries.
Bai Zhanfeng's hand suddenly rose up and held her hand that was about to untie his clothes: "Don't let others see..." He whispered in a deep voice, as if he was really hurt, and his voice was weak.
It's really hard to imagine how he managed to get here
"Okay, I won't let others find you. Let me go first and let me see your injuries..." Eleven nodded quickly. He took another deep look at her before letting go.
He neatly untied her clothes and saw at a glance the two wounds on his shoulders and arms that had long since healed, but still had two white scars. Eleven couldn't help but sigh. Fortunately, she still had some of herself in the palace.
Developed wound medicine, otherwise he would be miserable
She found a lot of medicine jars and cloths, and started to work on Bai Zhanfeng's wounds on Eleven. The wound on his chest was very deep, and the other party made it clear that she wanted him to die. While she gently wiped his wound, although he had not yet
She made a sound, but she could still feel the tightness on his body. It must be very painful. Eleven couldn't help but raise her eyes and look at him: "If it hurts too much, just bite this, here you go."
She put a dry cloth to his mouth, but he didn't take it, as if he disdained such a thing.
Eleven rolled his eyes with disdain, stopped forcing, and concentrated on cleaning his wounds.
His eyes suddenly noticed the two cuts on his wrist. They were obviously new injuries, just from the past few days.
His body couldn't help but stiffen, and he looked carefully at the man in front of him.
Bai Zhanfeng...will it be Long Lilie??
They have the same sandalwood scent, the same smile, even this injury...
But when she danced in front of the emperor that day, she did see Long Lilie resting in the pavilion, but at that time, Bai Zhanfeng was playing the flute for her in the dark.
Is it really just a coincidence?
He stretched out his hand tremblingly and pointed at the silver mask on his face...
Is it the same person?
Not the same person?
She didn't know what she was afraid of, but the hand she stretched out in front of his mask was shaking so hard that she didn't dare to continue.
Bai Zhanfeng couldn't help but smile evilly, and raised his hand to hold her hand: "The person who can see Bai's face under this mask, one is a dead person, and the other is my wife, the empress. Which one do you want to be? Hmm?"