Nangong Lie saw Zhenliang's concerned movements, Zhenliang's crystal tears, and even her fear and fear.
In an instant, the thought of teasing her was gone, and all that was left was his heartache and self-blame for her.
After all, she is a timid little woman. How can I scare her with such a cruel scene?
It shouldn’t be!
Holding the corner of his mouth, Nangong Lie said to Zhenliang in a gentle voice, "Let go, don't be frightened and faint by the blood on your own hands later."
There was indeed more and more blood on her hands, and Zhenliang could almost no longer see the original color of her hands. However, no matter how afraid she was, she did not dare to take her hands back rashly.
She was afraid that once she took it back, more and more blood would flow out. This was the last thing she wanted to see.
Not wanting to take it away, but also not wanting to let the blood on Nangong Lie's body continue to flow out, Zhenliang asked in confusion for a moment, "What should I do? What should I do?"
As men, Nangong Lie and Ben didn't pay attention to the blood that was shed in vain, and said indifferently, "What should I do? Just let go."
"No," Zhenliang bit her lip and raised her voice fiercely, "I won't let go! I won't let go! Don't force me."
Nangong Lie stared at Zhenliang speechlessly. He just asked her to let go so that she no longer had to be afraid. How could it turn into forcing her? Who was forcing whom?
"Aren't you going to let go when the imperial doctor comes?" Nangong Lie stopped others from approaching with his eyes, and teased Zhenliang.
"The imperial doctor didn't come!" Zhenliang said more and more panicked, "When will the imperial doctor come?"
A guard standing nearby boldly replied, "Come right away."
While Zhenliang continued to shed tears, she complained unhappily, "Why are you moving so slowly? Why haven't you come yet?"
Although his arm was very raw and the blood was still flowing out, Nangong Lie was so happy that he actually felt that this little woman was getting cuter and cuter the more he looked at her.
She knew that even if the imperial doctor could fly, he would not be able to fly there so quickly, but she could only vent her anger on the imperial doctor to vent her worries and care for him.
If he hadn't been in front of so many guards and eunuchs, he would have really wanted to hold her in his arms and kiss her deeply over and over again until she no longer panicked or was afraid.
Moreover, the feeling of kissing her can relieve pain, warm the heart and body.
In fact, Nangong Lie could easily push Zhenliang away, or push away her hand covering his wound, but he remained motionless and enjoyed the feeling of being intimately connected with her.
While waiting for the imperial doctor, Nangong Lie did not forget to continue teasing, "I think it hurts more if I cover it than if I don't cover it, why don't you try to loosen it a little bit?"
Zhenliang didn't dare to move his hand, imagining the horrific scene once he let go of his hand, he immediately shook his head firmly and said, "No, let's wait until the doctor comes."
Nangong Lie pretended to be weak and said softly, "But I feel more and more pain."
"Bear it!" Although he said it fiercely, Zhenliang's heart was hurting more and more, "What do men fear from this little pain? Are you ashamed of me?"
The corners of Nangong Lie's lips raised slightly, "Okay, I don't feel any pain, not at all."
This was really cool and she didn't like to hear it. Anyway, at this anxious moment, she didn't like to hear anything he said.
"Fake." Zhenliang scolded.
After Nangong Lie was hit by an arrow, Zhenliang had long forgotten her identity and etiquette. Not only did she not call herself a concubine, she also dared to scold Nangong Lie as much as she wanted in front of other people, and be as cruel as she wanted.
Although the waiting guards and eunuchs were still some distance away from the two of them, and although the conversation between Zhenliang and Nangong Lie was not loud, the conversation between the two still fell into the ears of everyone.
In addition to being shocked, they were shocked.
There are two things that shocked me: first, I was shocked that the expression on the emperor's face could be so gentle and his words could be so relaxed and humorous; second, I was shocked that Concubine Liang dared to be so fierce to the emperor!
If it weren't for the bright sky, everyone would suspect that they must be dreaming.
Facts are facts, and no matter how doubtful they are, they can't change what has happened and is happening.
Very touching fact.
The emperor became no longer cold, boring and ruthless, and the emperor's women no longer timid and timid.
They are more like a happy couple among ordinary people. They can't help themselves because they care about each other.
Just like this, in order to divert Zhenliang's attention, Nangong Lie kept teasing her with words, while Zhenliang kept venting his ferocity, and everyone was still stunned.
Finally, a group of imperial doctors arrived panting with toolboxes on their backs.
Following the imperial doctor's instructions, Zhenliang finally let go of her hand. The moment she let go, Zhenliang closed her eyes, not daring to look at the scene of blood spurting out, even though she had already seen it once.
In fact, the blood no longer spurted out in an exaggerated manner.
Since Zhenliang didn't see it with his own eyes, he seemed to see the scene of spraying in his imagination. His mind was so dizzy that he almost couldn't stand up.
When she bravely opened her eyes, the imperial doctor had already treated Nangong Lie's wound and wrapped it with gauze.
Zhenliang looked at his bloody right hand and the blood stains on his skirt. After listening to the imperial doctor telling the emperor that it was nothing serious, he walked to Nangong Lie and said, "Your Majesty, I have resigned.
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After the crisis was over, she felt at ease, her impulse and panic disappeared, and she returned to the seemingly well-behaved Concubine Liang.
Nangong Lie raised his eyes and looked deeply at Zhenliang, and suddenly he missed the little woman who was so cruel to him just now. The more cruel she was to him, the more he liked her.
It's not that he doesn't like the calm woman at the moment, but he doesn't like the barrier she has put between them.
"Wait." Nangong Lie left two words and stopped looking at her. Instead, his eyes continued to fall on the arm that was being carefully touched by the imperial doctor.
Zhenliang thought that Nangong Lie asked her to wait just for her to wait for him to bandage the wound. She thought that this might be a courtesy, after all, he saved her from being shot by a cold arrow.
I really can't imagine that if a cold arrow hit the vital part of her back, would she still be able to stand firmly on the ground and move her limbs freely at this moment?
Out of gratitude to Nangong Lie, and out of gratitude and politeness, Zhenliang stood there obediently, waiting for the imperial doctor to finish treating the wound before leaving.
However, after the imperial doctor finished handling the matter, Nangong Lie had no intention of letting Zhenliang leave. Instead, before moving, he said, "Accompany me back to the Nine Dragons Palace."
Zhenliang looked at the eunuchs, doctors and guards around him, and was basically sure that he was talking to her.
She didn't understand why he still needed her company when his wounds had been treated and the imperial doctor had declared that he was fine.
She really didn't want to show off her bloodied and embarrassed look in the palace, and to go to a place that didn't belong to her. Zhenliang hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, I would like to go back to Qiongyu Palace to wash up and change into something clean."
clothes."
Nangong Lie squinted at her with cold eyes and questioned disapprovingly, "Do you think that in my bedroom, there will be a lack of water, a lack of fire, a lack of people, a lack of clothes, or a lack of bathing tools?"
Zhenliang twitched the corner of her mouth in a sarcastic manner, "Your Majesty has misunderstood. I just feel that I can feel more comfortable in my own place. Moreover, the Emperor has been injured and needs to rest. I don't want to trouble or disturb the Emperor."
"You are wrong. You will not trouble me or bother me, but I want to trouble you or bother you."
"ah?"
Nangong Lie used his eyes to force the others to retreat far away, and then said in a deep voice, "I am a wounded person now, no different from a patient. It is a time when I need someone to take care of me. Don't you think you are the most suitable person?"
of?"
Zhenliang pursed her lips and said in confusion, "I am clumsy and inexperienced. My ability to take care of people is definitely not as good as that of others. How can I say I am suitable?"
"Just because I was hurt because of you," although Nangong Lie didn't want to talk about this trivial matter, but in order to make this woman willingly follow him back, he still said it against her will, "Just because you are now
The blood on your body belongs to me and must be returned to my territory."
The former reason was completely acceptable to Zhenliang, but after hearing the latter reason, she couldn't help laughing.
How could such a mature and steady person like Nangong Lie have such a childish side?
To put it nicely, he is witty and humorous; to put it worst, he is unreasonable and unreasonable.
Zhenliang stopped talking and took the initiative to walk to Nangong Lie's side, silently agreeing to accompany him back to the Nine Dragons Palace.
Nangong Lie suddenly said, "I'm a little dizzy, come here and help me."
Staring at Nangong Lie's face with doubt, Zhenliang thought that he had lost so much blood and that his handsome face seemed a little pale at the moment, so he chose to believe it, so he obediently held his arm.
However, she did not forget to confess, "If the emperor thinks that he may faint, he must tell me in advance so that I can ask someone to help me. After all, my strength is limited and I am afraid of throwing the emperor."
Nangong Lie looked at the position where Zhenliang was holding his arm, and always felt that the two of them were not close enough, so he frowned and said, "Since I have chosen you, I will not allow others to join in the support process."
There is something in these words, but Zhenliang's mind is elsewhere, so don't miss the meaning.
The two of them walked together supporting each other for a while, and then Nangong Lie suddenly said, "I feel that my vision is getting blurry."
Zhenliang had no doubts about the deceit, so she quickly stopped and said, "I'm asking for help."
Nangong Lie glared at her with a dull look, "I'm deaf. I said I don't need others and would rather fall."
Zhenliang sighed, "Why should the emperor be at odds with me?"
Nangong Lie shouted coldly, "Let go of your hand."
Zhenliang's heart trembled, thinking that Nangong Lie was angry and planned to send him back instead of accompanying her to the Nine Dragons Palace.
She obviously really wanted to not have to go to Jiulong Palace, but when Nangong Lie changed his mind in this tone, Zhenliang felt extremely uncomfortable, as if someone had cut her heart with a knife.
For a moment, my already watery eyes became misty.
