"Okay, it's getting late today. Let's all go and have a rest. Thank you for your hard work today." Dao looked at Yun Jingchu and others with a grateful expression, then looked at Baili Wushang with an apologetic expression, "Kang Wang, I'm sorry.
I harmed Jingchu..."
"Okay, let's not say any more polite words." Yun Jingchu knew that Dao was going to say that she was injured, so he quickly stopped him, "Dao, you should go to Kunning Palace as soon as possible. Hongzhu should have woken up, although it happened
This kind of thing, but fortunately there is no danger, and the ritual that needs to be completed must continue to be completed." Yun Jingchu comforted Dao with a smile.
Dao knew that Yun Jingchu didn't want him to say anything. After being silent for a while, he nodded, and the stern expression on his face softened a little.
Everyone separated and went to their respective rooms.
Yun Jingchu was injured and couldn't take a shower, so he washed his face hastily and went to bed.
In order to prevent Baili Wushang from discovering that she was injured, he specially wore a nightgown with relatively long sleeves and put a heavy fragrance on the clothes to cover up the smell of the wound medicine.
Soon, Baili Wushang also took a shower and went to bed, his hair was wet.
If it were in the past, Yun Jingchu would have taken the initiative to get up and dry his hair. However, today because of the injury on his arm, he had to say: "Wu Shang, I asked Qu Ying to bring in the stove and help you dry your hair.
Bar."
"No, I can just dry it myself." Baili Wushang wiped his hair from root to end in an elegant manner. While wiping, he looked at Yun Jingchu and asked, "You weren't injured today, were you?"
Yun Jingchu lowered his eyes with a guilty conscience and said vaguely: "Fortunately, there was no danger."
Isn't it just a near miss? His life was about to be in danger. Fortunately, Xuanyuan Lin arrived in time.
Baili Wushang's eyes flashed, he stopped wiping his hair, and then said softly "Oh"...
After a while, he got up and walked out.
When he walked outside the door, he called Qu Ying and asked with an expressionless face: "Is the princess injured?"
Qu Ying knew long ago that she couldn't hide it, so she lowered her head and whispered: "The princess's forearm was scratched by a sword."
After saying that, Qu Ying felt that the aura on Baili Wushang's body turned cold, with a faint murderous aura.
"Who was injured?" Sure enough, the next moment, Baili Wushang's voice was murderous.
"They are... from the Qinglian Sect." Qu Ying answered cautiously.
"Where is that person now?" The murderous aura on Baili Wushang's body was so obvious that anyone within a ten-foot radius could detect it.
When Yun Jingchu came out with his coat on, he saw such a scene and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly...
She knew she couldn't hide it from him.
"Okay, that man has been killed by Brother Ninth, so don't be angry. It's a very shallow wound, nothing serious." Yun Jingchu stepped forward and took Baili Wushang's arm, and said warmly.
Baili Wushang lowered his head and looked at Yun Jingchu with a look of suspicion on his face.
"It's true." Yun Jingchu said calmly.
Baili Wushang looked at Qu Ying silently.
Qu Ying said quickly: "No muscles or muscles were injured."
Baili Wushang's expression relaxed a little, but his expression was still smelly.
"Okay, Qu Ying, help me bring in a stove. I want to help the prince dry his hair." Yun Jingchu ordered.
Qu Ying followed the order and left. Yun Jingchu then pulled Baili Wushang inside. As he walked, he softly advised: "It's nothing serious, so don't be angry. If you encounter this kind of thing, just get hurt."