Every movement she made touched his heart. He had long seen the shocking injuries all over her body. Her ankles were swollen. The exposed skin was no longer as white and delicate as before, and was covered with bruises and bruises.
Her skin was so wet that he couldn't even find a place to put his hands to hold her.
He held her with great care, as if she was his whole world.
The night was getting darker, and he didn't meet anyone along the way. The guards who followed him had already sent everyone away. He carried her out of the nearest door and got into the carriage.
Without his instructions, the coachman urged the horse forward. He held her carefully in his arms, gently resting his chin on the top of her head, and protected her with both hands to prevent her from any further bumps.
The wind blew in through the gap in the carriage, bringing warmth, but making Shen Junzhuo's heart feel even colder.
I'm afraid I can't even count the amount of filth and filth hidden in this Duke's Mansion. He wanted to uproot this rotten tree, but he couldn't bear to let the old Duke's spirit in heaven be unsafe. It's his fault.
It's a no-brainer, blame him for still caring about flesh and blood and family ties, and let them hurt the girl he loves so much!
She trembled slightly in his arms, and he knew she was in pain. For a delicate and frail girl, even if her nails were broken, it would still hurt for a while, not to mention that there were wounds all over her body, but she endured it.
Even though I was crying, I didn't feel the pain when I exhaled.
"Shu Yao," he called her softly, and when he heard her reply with a nasal voice, he continued:
"I blame me for coming too late. If I had come earlier, this wouldn't have happened..."
Shu Yao didn't say anything, and just buried her face in his arms. Who should be blamed? She really wanted to find someone to hate, but this person should not be him. She smelled the scent on him
The smell made her feel extremely peaceful, and she shook her head in his arms.
Shen Junzhuo gently stroked her hair, and the love in his heart became stronger and stronger. Suddenly he remembered that her ankle was still swollen, and said softly:
"Would you like me to take a look at your feet? There's probably a misalignment of the bones. The bones must be straightened to get better."
Shu Yao nodded in his arms. He leaned over and held the swollen ankle like a steamed bun, and touched it. Sure enough, it was dislocated. He exerted force on his hand, and there was a very slight click sound.
Ren'er shuddered, and he hurriedly comforted:
"Okay, okay, when we get to the place, I'll get you medicinal wine to wash it off. You'll be fine in a few days."
Shu Yao tried to move, and sure enough she was able to move. But she shouldn't have been lying in his arms like this, but she was completely greedy for the warmth at this moment. She hesitated for a long time, and just when she wanted to leave his arms, she was hugged by him.
It got even tighter, so Shu Yao had to give up.
The carriage drove for a long time, and when it stopped, the woman in the house came up to pick someone up from him, but he ignored her, and the cold look on her face made the visitor hastily retreat.
Entering the courtyard, he carried Shu Yao all the way inside. When he was about to put her on the couch, he felt that the couch was too hard, so he ordered the boy to get two more quilts to spread on it.
The boy was in a hurry and quickly took out a quilt and laid it out. He slowly put Shu Yao on it carefully and carefully, and carefully covered her with a thin quilt.
She closed her eyes and her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was asleep. There was a strand of hair sticking to her face. He reached out and brushed it away gently. He also called the boy to get hot water and the best wound medicine.
, thought about it, and asked the guards to find Zhao Feiyong, and sent him to the Imperial Medical Office to get the best jade ointment.
The arrangements were made, and the waiter put the hot water at the door. He went to bring it in himself, wet it with a clean towel, and wanted to wipe the dust off her arms. Who knew that as soon as he touched her, she would
She was startled instinctively and almost let the towel in his hand touch her wound.
He tried a few more times without success, so he simply held her hand to stop her from moving.
It was very difficult for me to write these chapters. I revised them again and again, deleted, deleted, and revised them many times. They were really not written well. As a transitional chapter, I will just take a look at it and everything will be normal later on.