Muyin protected the scenery on her chest and said coldly: "Is this how you act as a good brother?"
"Of course not." Yuan Hongxi smiled and hurriedly shook off the clothes he was holding.
It was a piece of material with excellent texture. The placket, cuffs, and skirt were embroidered with patterns, which were spread out in circles, giving off a faint silvery light under the light.
The skirt is embroidered with aqua blue patterns, like a wisp of flowers and grass in the dark ocean, floating and vivid.
The clothes are made of a light crescent white material, and covered with a light purple shawl as thin as cicada wings, which is really beautiful.
Muyin looked at this piece of clothing and was slightly surprised. She then looked at Yuan Hongxi's lavender clothes, frowned and said, "Why does this piece of clothing look like the one you are wearing?"
"It was made by a master and an embroiderer." Yuan Hongxi hid her triumphant smile, "Change into it quickly to avoid catching a cold, and you are still in the sunflower period."
"You! How do you know!" Muyin blushed a little.
Yuan Hongxi said nothing. He wanted to tell her that the maid who helped Muyin tidy up the sheets was one of his own?
However, he then thought that Muyin was in Kuishui period, and it would be really bad if she really caught the cold, so he hurriedly asked her to dress up.
Although Muyin felt a little awkward when she saw Yuan Hongxi wearing the same clothes as herself, she still put them on obediently.
After changing it, Yuan Hongxi glanced casually and saw a large swelling on Muyin's arm, and his whole face changed color.
"Hurry and show me!" Yuan Hongxi held up his hand and looked at the purple and swollen area, and couldn't help but squeeze it tightly with the other hand.
Muyin didn't move, she muttered: "I don't seem to be allergic to bees, why is it so serious this time?"
"This is poison." Yuan Hongxi hurriedly took out the jade bottle from his arms and sprinkled the powder of the elixir on Muyin's arm.
Muyin only felt that the numbness in his arms gradually disappeared, and then his whole body was as hot as fire. Yuan Hongxi poured a little more powder, and the wound turned from numbness to severe pain. His whole hand was shaking, making
She couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.
But as a soldier, she forced herself to grit her teeth and didn't make much noise, but bit her lower lip fiercely.
The wound suppurated, and soon black blood flowed out of the small hole, giving off a strange smell.
Yuan Hongxi still admires Muyin on this point. If it were other women, no, even ordinary men, such as Yuan Hongnuo, would have rolled on the ground crying for their father and mother.
He took out a clean handkerchief and wiped away the blood as quickly as possible. The swollen wound slowly flattened and eventually returned to normal.
Muyin took a breath and felt that her arms could no longer support her. Seeing this, Yuan Hongxi lowered his eyes and looked at the wound. He blew gently on the wound with his thin lips, as if caring for a child.
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"How do you feel?" Yuan Hongxi put away the handkerchief. This place is not a place where things can be thrown around casually.
Muyin felt much better. She poked her arm and found some pain, and asked, "What kind of poison is this?"
"Meifengsu." Yuan Hongxi replied unhurriedly, still staring at the wound. Worried that Muyin was in pain, he took out the prepared ointment and applied it on it.
Muyin watched Yuan Hongxi carefully apply the ointment on her, and a strange feeling arose in her heart...
