Xiao Wu's body gradually sank, but Qing Ge, who was resting in the hall, smelled the pungent smell of blood, opened his eyes suddenly, and went straight to the room where the bathhouse was.
Qing Ge kicked open the closed door, and the strong smell of blood assaulted her nostrils. She only saw light red pool water and a few strands of green silk-like hair.
Qingge's eyes narrowed, and she took Xiao Wu out of the bathtub. When she saw the blood stains all over Xiao Wu's body, her breathing became slightly rapid.
She hurriedly sprinkled on the hemostatic powder and wrapped Xiao Wu's slender body in a red robe.
Xiao Wu lay in her arms, opened her eyes weakly, smiled weakly, and said: "Sir, look, Xiao Wu has brushed herself clean, she's not dirty anymore."
Qingge's eyes were slightly moist as she tried to widen her eyes. She held the woman in her arms, tugged hard on a corner of her clothes, and said hoarsely: "You are not dirty, you are very clean."
"Sir, can you kiss me?"
Xiao Wu raised her hand tremblingly, and tapped her forehead with her fingertips, "This is fine."
Qingge pursed her lips and said nothing. She already knew Xiao Wu's thoughts, but she couldn't give Xiao Wu a future, and she couldn't reveal her identity at this time. She was afraid that this woman wouldn't be able to bear it.
Xiao Wu grinned brightly and hid the pain in her eyes.
Qing Ge carried her back to the room, took out a few high-grade elixirs, and fed them to Xiao Wu.
"They said you are the Demon Lord." Xiao Wu said.
Qing Ge nodded, put on the soft socks for her, stretched out his hand to rub her hair, "My name is Ye Wuhen."
"Do you have a sweetheart?" Xiao Wu asked.
Qing Ge still nodded, Xiao Wu lowered her eyes and said rather disappointedly: "Then she must be a very happy woman."
"It's time to sleep." Qing Ge covered her with a brocade quilt, but Xiao Wu panicked, "This is against the rules, and the young master will have no place to sleep."
"I'll sleep here."
After saying that, Qing Ge pointed to the imperial concubine's couch, pushed Xiao Wu into the bed, turned around and walked over, lay down casually, and continued to rest.
This time, she completely relaxed and slept peacefully, very deeply, as if she wanted to get enough sleep from the sleepiness and fatigue of the past month.
In the middle of the night, Xiao Wu tiptoed down, covered Qingge with a blanket, knelt beside the imperial concubine's bed, and stared deeply at Qingge, as if she wanted to remember her face.
When dawn broke and the morning light faded, Xiao Wu stood up, walked out of the palace, and quietly closed the double doors.
She came to her room, squatted in front of the chair, wrote a letter with a poor quality pen, and put it under her pillow.
At this time, there were many letters under the pillow.
Xiao Wu's eyebrows softened and she gently wiped the tears from the end of her eyes.
The door of the house was suddenly kicked open. Hua Lianmeng and a group of people stood in front of the door, looking at her indifferently, "I have given you enough time. The young prince of Zhongnanbo can't wait any longer."
These days, Hua Lianmeng and others in Tingxue Tower are very jealous of Xiao Wu.
But unfortunately, the Night Demon Lord only has Xiao Wu.
Fortunately, the opportunity finally came. The eldest son of Zhongnan Bo came to ask for another person. Hua Lianmeng had been waiting for the young prince for a long time, and the wind blew by his pillow for a long time. Then the prince suddenly got the idea and wanted to steal the woman from Daredevil!
Hua Lianmeng looked at Xiao Wu with disdain. When Xiao Wu left, Daredevil would be hers alone. Who didn't know that Daredevil was rich and wealthy, and his behavior was different from others.