When it was safe, he stopped and saw that Murong Qingshuang's shoulder was bleeding again. If this continued, he would lose too much blood.
She was already a little dying, but she really endured it without saying a word.
"Are you still alive?"
Murong Qingshuang opened her eyes a little, "When I am in pain, I am hypnotizing myself, telling myself that I am already dead!"
He smiled, finally changed over, picked her up across the waist, and avoided the wound.[
When we arrived at the cabin, it was already evening.
Guchengbi woke up Mu Ling from her sleep and pushed her to Murong Qingshuang, "Look at her."
"Oh!" The person who was still sleepy at first was so surprised and speechless when he saw her scene, "This, this, this..."
She turned her head and glared at him fiercely, "A person who finally got better is now like this after being taken out once by you?"
Guchengbi shrugged, "It's up to you, save her!"
Mu Ling gritted her teeth, raised her fist at him, and then walked over with the candlestick.
"Go and call Lian'er and ask her to prepare all the herbs and stuff for me."
She immediately walked to Murong Qingshuang, took off her coat, and looked at the bloody wound, "I think you don't need to go out with him anymore before your injury gets better. What are you doing that is so lifeless?
, I don’t know. I only know that if you still want to make good use of this hand, just stay here and recuperate."
Murong Qingshuang gritted her teeth and endured the pain. Hearing her words, she showed a forced smile, "I will do it."
Mu Lin frowned and said, "Stop talking. I'm not used to seeing you like this, and I have to listen to your voice like this. Be a good girl and come back like this!"
After working for almost a whole night, Murong Qingshuang's wounds were treated again, and then she fell asleep tiredly.
Guchengbi stood at the door and did not leave until Murong Qingshuang's breathing gradually became even.
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"Your Highness!" Lian Qiuyan stood in front of Yuwen Longxiang, his face tense and cold, "I missed it again."
Yuwen Longxiang turned his back to him, sitting at the outdoor stone table, drinking alone.
"What do you mean, you missed again!" His voice was cold and slow, "Is it really her who the spy said was injured?"
