Zhan Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, and a hint of bright red gradually appeared on his pale face.
He just hesitated for a moment, then started to take off his clothes.
But when he took off his coat and was about to take off the single piece of clothing underneath, his movements suddenly stopped.
He looked at Feng Jiu'er and felt a little uncomfortable: "I... haven't taken a bath for a long time. Why don't we wait until I take a bath and then we can be together again."
"What to do together?"
Feng Jiuer almost wanted to slap him on the forehead.
One look at Uncle Jiuhuang's slightly red face and his pair of dark eyes, and he knew what was going on in his little mind.
He was hurt like this, could she still want to be intimate with him?
This brain circuit is too new! "You are injured, I want to give you medicine."
However, Uncle Nine Emperors was right about what he said. He had not taken a bath for a long time.
Really... very stupid.
Feng Jiuer turned around and went out, and came back soon. Several servants followed behind, each carrying wooden buckets, and quickly filled the bath bucket behind the screen with bath soup.
"Come here and I'll wipe your body."
After the servants went out, Jiuer stared at him and said.
Zhan Qingcheng was still a little hesitant, not because of shyness, but because he suddenly remembered that he was injured.
"No need, after I return home..." "If you don't take it off, don't ever come to me again."
Feng Jiuer has a tough attitude.
Zhan Qingcheng looked at her. This girl was rarely tough in front of him, but if she got tougher, she would always have to give in in the end.
Everyone in the world thought that he was as cold as ice, but only Zhan Qingcheng knew that he had always been very obedient in front of Feng Jiuer.
Although he didn't know why he had to obey, but... if he didn't, this girl would really ignore him.
Finally, he took off his unlined clothes.
"Wait a moment!"
Feng Jiu'er almost screamed in fright at the scene in front of her. Even if she was a doctor and had seen many wounds, she was still shocked.
The most important thing is that she feels distressed, her heart aches! "Don't take it off, I'll help you."
This bastard! This bastard had been injured long before today.
These deep wounds on the body were obviously scratched by the sharp claws of wild beasts! The wounds were not treated at the time. Some of the fabric of the single clothes was stuck to the wounds, and the flesh and blood were blurred. Does it really not hurt?
Feng Jiuer's eyes were a little sour, she hurriedly turned away, brought the medicine box in, and cleaned his wounds while wiping his body.
The process was not pleasant. Who said Uncle Nine Emperors didn't know the pain?
This will clean his wound, but the pain makes all the muscles tense. I came all the way back, don't you know how to clean it up first?
Also, his arm... "Are you really using your own blood to feed Blood Ganoderma?"
As long as he is willing to stop for a moment on the road and buy some poultry, he can use the blood of poultry.
This fool, if he hadn't been injured now, she really wanted to beat him up! Normally Uncle Nine Emperors wouldn't answer this kind of question. Anyway, Feng Jiuer had already guessed it himself.
She was just really distressed, and she felt even more distressed for the large and small wounds on his body.
It took a lot of effort to tidy up his upper body, apply medicine to him, and bandage him.
Feng Jiuer lowered her head and looked at his trousers: "Are you injured?"
Zhan Qingcheng shook his head, but she said: "Take it off and let me take a look."
"You must be responsible if you see it."
"..." She had known for a long time that it was not that her Nine Emperors Uncle couldn't speak, he just didn't want to talk to those people! "If you keep talking bad, I will really ignore you."
Jiu'er rolled her eyes at him, feeling a little resentful. Her hands fell on his gold-encrusted belt and she was about to unbutton his pants.
A big palm covered her little hand and shook it gently: "See, if you really want to take responsibility, you agree first."
"I don't agree."
What's there to promise?
Haven't you seen it before?
It's just that I didn't see it as openly and openly as I do now.
What's more, she didn't want to strip him naked, she just wanted to take off his trousers and show him if there were any injuries on his legs. Where did he think about it?
"You have to agree even if you don't agree. I won't allow you to go back on your word."
Uncle Jiuhuang pulled it casually, and Feng Jiuer almost screamed again. This time it was not because he was too seriously injured, but... Uncle Jiuhuang, who taught you to take off your clothes like this?
Unexpectedly, she took off her clothes completely... I don't know how long it took, but Feng Jiuer, dripping with sweat, came out from behind the screen. Following her was the always handsome and handsome uncle of a certain emperor.
After bathing, Uncle Nine Emperors put on the clothes she had sent to him. He felt refreshed and indescribably elegant.
It was elegant, no longer lonely, because tonight Jiu'er wore a set of plain white clothes for him, just like the clothes he wore in the past.
Jiu'er actually didn't understand why he fell in love with dark-colored clothes such as black and black during this period, but after seeing it in the lobby tonight, she suddenly seemed to understand.
The black clothes are originally black with a little dark red, so even if there are blood stains on the clothes, it will not be too obvious.
Just like when she saw him for the first time, she didn't see the blood on him right away because she was a little far away.
But whether it is the Nine Emperors Uncle in black robes or the Nine Emperors Uncle in white, they are deadly poison to the girls, and their hearts will soften after just one look.
Therefore, when she saw Uncle Jiu Huang, who was dressed in white and sitting on a chair, his clothes being blown gently by the evening breeze that filtered in from the window, she lost all the energy in her heart.
In fact, everything he did was for himself, so why should he be angry?
There is no reason to be angry.
She just...feels bad.
"You have more than just flesh wounds."
Someone brought a table of food to him, and Feng Jiuer sat aside, looking at the man in front of him who was clearly devouring food, but still looked so good-looking, with a slightly gloomy face.
"Did you fight with someone just now?
Who is so powerful that he can hurt you?"
Even the Nine Emperors Uncle can be hurt, and the opponent's skill is simply unbelievable.
"She was hurt more than me."
So, there is nothing to say about such a small thing.
"Who is it?"
He could obviously hide it, could it be... "A masked woman."
Zhan Qingcheng had not had a good meal for several days. During this time, he rushed back and relied on dry food and water to survive.
So tonight's meal, although not made by his girl, still tastes like heavenly delicacies.
Why can he be so unconcerned about being hurt? Doesn't he know that there really aren't many people in the world who can hurt him?
Even if the other party was injured more seriously than him, it still really hurt him.
