Song Chengxuan took off his outer robe, and the white inner coat was open, exposing his shoulders. The broken wooden beam fell down, and the wooden thorns on it just penetrated into the flesh. Although it was not a serious injury, there was blood soaked in it.
When I came out, my clothes were soaked through.
In the dark, Xu Qinghuan felt the blood and realized that he was injured. This wound did not affect his activities, but since there was a doctor next to him, it was best to clean it up and apply medicine, so that he could go directly to the Yamen in a while.
, so as not to waste time.
The doctor lit the lamp and began to look at the wound. Song Chengxuan closed his eyes, trying to sort out what happened tonight.
"It may hurt a little, sir..." The doctor stopped here. Mr. Song sat there quietly, not paying attention to these at all. His instructions seemed unnecessary.
The wooden thorn pierced deeply, and when it was pulled out, more blood would inevitably gush out. The doctor was mentally prepared before taking action. Sure enough, the blood soon soaked the cloth. The doctor's movements were quite neat, and he applied the medicine.
, wrapped in a cloth strip, and after a while of busy work, his forehead was already covered with cold sweat. Fortunately, Mr. Song had been sitting upright and there was no movement from the beginning to the end.
The doctor breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to check if there were any wounds elsewhere, so he pulled Song Chengxuan's shirt. What he didn't expect was that there were several long scars under the shirt. What did such scars mean to the doctor?
Naturally, he knew it, so he couldn't help but let out a low cry.
Xu Qinghuan heard the sound and walked in. What she saw was this scene. Several lights were shining on Song Chengxuan's body. Although she quickly turned her head after taking one look, she still saw the scars on his body, although they were all old.
Although injured, it still looks shocking.
From those scars, you can tell what Song Chengxuan has gone through in these years. Xu Qinghuan pursed her lips, and she finally understood why everyone in the previous life was afraid of the long sword in Song Hou's hand.
It is really a murderous sword, because if you don't kill, you will be killed. Only by having blood on your own body can you know how to kill the enemy.
Song Chengxuan squinted his eyes and put on his middle coat again: "Okay, the rest are just minor injuries and don't need to be dealt with."
His voice was cold and somewhat majestic, making people dare not refute.
The doctor responded, packed up the medicine box and left the room.
Song Chengxuan looked at the door. Xu Qinghuan had already retreated outside the curtain. She happened to be holding a lamp in her hand, so her silhouette fell on the curtain.
She stood there, the dim light making her shadow a little blurry, but adding a bit of demureness. Her scattered hair stuck to her ears and forehead, making people want to reach out and smooth it.
He couldn't help but think of her forehead pressing against his chin in the darkness...
Thinking of this, he suddenly frowned and then turned away.
"Sir, please change your clothes!"
Yongye picked up the clothes on the table. It was a simple robe that she had made for Xu Qingan. Even the skirt and cuffs were only perfunctorily embroidered with a few stitches. It was not as detailed as the ones made in a tailor shop, and Xu Qingan was famous for it.
For his size, his clothes don't fit him well.
"Young Master." Yong Ye tentatively lifted up his clothes. Most likely, the Young Master wouldn't be able to wear these clothes.
What Yong Ye didn't expect was that Song Chengxuan stretched out his arm.
The more times he was surprised, the more he got used to it. Yongye was stunned for a moment, then neatly helped Song Chengxuan put on his robe, and then stood aside and took a few more glances.
kindness.
To be fair, it doesn't look good. If he were to wear the damaged one just now, but now he seems to have learned some tricks. Whenever he meets Miss Xu, the young master's thoughts are particularly difficult to figure out, just like tonight...
Yongye lowered his head. What happened tonight must never happen again. The brothers in the southeast are all waiting for the young master to go back. If the young master is harmed in front of him, then he will really die. He knows in his heart that the young master's life or death may be here.
It doesn't matter to them, but in the southeast, the son is everything.
After cleaning up, Song Chengxuan sat down and poured two cups of tea.
Hearing the sound of tea being poured in the room, Xu Qinghuan said: "I'm coming in."
Not hearing Song Chengxuan's refusal, Xu Qinghuan opened the curtain and walked into the room.
Song Chengxuan has already put on the clothes she made, and he looks pretty good.
Although her needlework skills are not good, this robe is a birthday gift for her brother. After all, she put a lot of thought into it and tried her best. It is not exquisite, but at least it will not be disliked by others.
Yin Gui placed the food in her hands on the table, then bowed her head and retreated.
"I asked the kitchen to make some porridge and snacks," Xu Qinghuan said, "Master Song will just eat some, maybe Master Hong will invite you over soon."
Song Chengxuan didn't look at the food on the table. Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but think that maybe he was used to being alone and didn't want others in the room.
"I'll go out first."
As soon as she sat down and was about to leave, Song Chengxuan said calmly: "How did you guess that they had transported the firearms to the capital?"
One word stopped her from getting up.
Xu Qinghuan was a little surprised. With Song Chengxuan's intelligence, even if he didn't hear her tell everything exactly, he should have thought through the joints clearly when he saw the situation of the Zhang family and the Taoist temple.
With his taciturn temperament, even if he didn't understand some details, he would not ask, because this case cannot be concealed, and after tonight, everyone will know about it.
If he didn't understand his personality, he would have thought that he deliberately wanted to keep her in the house and say a few more words to her.
Xu Qinghuan was about to speak when he heard Song Chengxuan say coldly: "The eldest princess will be summoned to the palace urgently tonight, and you will inevitably go to the palace to reply after dawn. Are you ready to be carried there?"
Xu Qinghuan raised her eyes and found Song Chengxuan's gaze falling on her right foot. She couldn't help but be startled. She had a slight injury on her right foot, but she felt that she had covered it up well, so how could he notice it.
"It's okay to have someone carry you into the palace, but once you enter the inner palace, there won't be a shoulder carriage waiting for you there."
Song Chengxuan's tone was even colder than before.
She was not that weak. In her previous life, she had stood outside Cining Palace for five or six hours several times. When she was in Northern Xinjiang, the snow was too deep and she could not ride a carriage or horse, so she had to walk a long way.
No bones were injured and it would not affect her ability to move back and forth.
However, she could also understand Song Chengxuan's thoughts. Xu Qinghuan said: "The smuggling case was finally found here. I will not miss it because of these minor problems. Besides, the murderer should still have firearms in his hands. The most important thing now is to catch the murderer."