Ling Xiyue hummed, focusing on Nalan Xueyi's hand without raising her head, "Let's go out."
"Yes." The maid looked at Ling Xiyue and Nalan Xueyi out of the corner of her eye, then she didn't dare to delay, and hurried out with a quick step.
But as soon as the maid walked out of the door, she was caught by Rong Pei and stood aside. There was deep worry in her eyes, "How is it? What are they doing? They are not quarreling, right? It's okay!"
"Master, don't worry, the young lady is applying medicine to the young master!" the maid replied with bright eyes.
Rong Pei patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, that's good. I'm really worried about Xue Yi. If Yue Yatou doesn't come back, Xue Yi may be dead."
Compared to girl Xiyue, she was more worried about Xue Yi all night!
If this girl hadn't come back in time, she really wouldn't know what to do!
I don't know what happened to Xue Yi's hand. The injury was so serious that she had to run out to find the girl in person. She even risked the risk to visit the ghost clan's ancestral hall at night. She refused to listen to her.
Treat the wound well.
She has watched Xue Yi grow up, and she understands him best.
He only looks gentle, respectful to his teachers, and courteous to his tribe, but in reality he is an extremely stubborn and indifferent person. As long as he believes in something, he will not listen to anyone, no matter whether it is a matter or a person, and the Queen will have nothing to do with him.
Previously, he only treated things like this, but now, he finally has the person he recognizes. I really don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.
Ling Xiyue frowned, stretched out her hand, and carefully and slowly uncovered the blood-soaked cloth belt on Nalan Xueyi's hand.
The moment the scar entered her eyes, she was stunned for a moment, raised her eyes to look at him, and her mouth was a little tight, "How did you get hurt, a member of the ghost tribe?"
The palm of his hand was now a blur of flesh and blood, and deep bone scars could be seen, penetrating his entire palm.
If it were a few minutes deeper, I'm afraid the entire palm would be cut into two pieces!
The slender and smooth fingertips had no trace of blood at this time.
Nalan Xueyi shook his head and said lightly, "I was not careful."
"Yourself?" Ling Xiyue was really angry, but couldn't laugh, "That's really capable!"
With such a serious wound, Ling Xiyue really couldn't think of anyone other than a master like Si Ming from the ghost clan who could break through Nalan Xueyi's magical body-protecting skills and hurt him like this.
Pei mentioned that he went to visit the ghost clan's ancestral hall.
How could Ling Xiyue have imagined that someone would suddenly become distracted and hurt herself into such a miserable appearance?
The cloth belt was untied and the wound was involved, and another stream of bright red blood flowed out. Ling Xiyue quickly dropped a few silver needles on the large acupuncture points on his hand to stop the bleeding, and used medicine and liquor to disinfect and stop the bleeding.
The moment the potion was stained, Nalan Xueyi's fingertips trembled reflexively.
"This is not numbing powder, it may be a little painful." Ling Xiyue raised her eyelids slightly, looked at him, and kept moving her hands, "Please bear with it."
Because the scar was so hideous and horrific, and had not been treated for a long time, it hurt just to look at it. Ling Xiyue's voice softened a little uncontrollably, and she no longer spoke as harshly as before, and she couldn't bear to accuse anymore.
.
As if the hand was not his own at all, Nalan Xueyi didn't even look at her. His eyes were warm and shallow, and they stayed on Ling Xiyue's serious profile, lingering and hidden, like ice springs.
Waves and waves.
It hurts a bit, please bear with it...
The woman's helpless and gentle voice echoed in my ears, very familiar.
The curve at the corner of Nalan Xueyi's pale mouth became a little deeper.
This is the happiest time in his life.
How can it hurt?
Not to mention enduring...
Ling Xiyue pursed her red lips tightly and felt an indescribable discomfort in her heart. She deliberately ignored the man's hot eyes and did not look at him.
The hot glow breaks through the window lattice, spreading layer by layer on the thin curtain, filtering through the fine gaps and falling on the ground, as if it is covered with a layer of broken gold, sparkling and illuminating.
caught Nalan Xueyi's eyes.
The attic became quiet, with only the occasional sound of "gurgling" water and the slight crunching sound of bottles and jars colliding.
"Xiyue, do you still remember that when we broke into Mandala Island together, my hand was injured, and you did the same thing. Bandage it for me." Nalan Xueyi suddenly spoke, with an indifferent and cold voice mixed in.
A little smile turned into a whisper.
Ling Xiyue held a whole piece of linen in her hands and was about to tear it out to a suitable width when she paused.
But in the next second, she exerted great force and ripped out a strip, saying, "I don't remember."
He didn't even raise his eyebrows and his voice was light.
Asking knowingly!
"Yes." Nalan Xueyi said softly, with an unclear meaning, "You don't even remember."
He knew clearly that she didn't even remember it, but he still wanted to ask, how contradictory it was to have expectations.
The curvature of the corners of Nalan Xueyi's mouth slowly turned into a hint of bitterness.
Only when he was injured, could she care at all?
However, enough is enough.
Nalan Xueyi slowly raised his right hand in front of his eyes. The traces of blood from the sunset came into view. In the palm of his hand, it had turned into a faint pink color. The corners of his mouth curved slightly, as if saying to himself, "It doesn't matter, I
Just remember."
That day, in the primeval forest of Alcatraz Island, in order to lure away the trapping vines, Nalan Xueyi cut his hand open without any hesitation.
Just like today, Ling Xiyue bandaged him, tied a bow at the end, patted his hand and called it a "free gift".
The woman's crisp and teasing words still ring in my ears, and every time I think about it, it makes me laugh or cry.
But what Ling Xiyue didn't know was that he still kept the bandage made from the corner of her clothes.
If possible, he really wants to keep hurting like this and never get better.xdw8
Ling Xiyue gave him the final bandage, with a look of helplessness on her face.
She lightly raised her eyes, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Nalan Xueyi looking at the palm of her right hand and losing consciousness, her soul no longer knew where it had flown to.
Ling Xiyue let out a long breath and had to remind her, "I don't remember what happened before, but what I know is that if your hand is injured like this again, you will never be able to hold a sword again, let alone
Don’t talk about practicing medicine!”
At the end of her speech, her tone became a little more serious, making him realize the seriousness of the matter.
Nalan Xueyi suddenly came back to her senses, lowered her right hand, looked at Ling Xiyue, and then at his tied left hand. Suddenly, she said out of nowhere, "Xiyue, can you give it to me?"
Tie another knot like that."
Ling Xiyue blinked and was startled.
What was he talking about, and was he listening to her?