Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but feel angry. He was getting worse and worse as he learned more and became more and more proficient. It was indeed extraordinary to be called a traitor.
I don’t know what methods this person will use in the future.
"Master Song, I won't be able to show you any injuries this way." Xu Qinghuan reminded kindly.
Song Chengxuan was unmoved. Instead, he leaned over and hugged her tighter.
The room was quiet for a moment.
Originally, there was still a bit of coolness in the autumn, but after he came closer, she still felt a bit hot, as if the summer sun fell on her body, as if it was going to bake her. The corners of her eyes were a little moist, and she couldn't use any strength.
She suddenly wanted to eat glutinous rice cake. Because she had been weak since she was a child, she had only eaten something like this once. She only felt it was soft and cool. She didn't need to bite it. She could swallow it in one go and it was very comfortable.
, there is still a scent of osmanthus honey in your mouth.
Xu Qinghuan was thinking wildly when his eyes fell on Song Chengxuan's sleeves. Because he was hugging her, his sleeves were slightly piled up, and the dried blood on the inner lining could be seen.
Xu Qinghuan frowned and reached out to hold his sleeve: "The imperial doctor didn't treat your injury? Why is there still blood?"
She turned her head, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, a bit worried and angry.
Xu Qinghuan raised her face: "Don't you feel pain?"
Seeing her expression like this, the wound that Song Chengxuan had not paid attention to suddenly started to hurt, so he frowned slightly.
This man has always been inconsistent with his appearance. Even if his wounds are festering, he can still lead the troops to fight. Now he seems to be calm and calm, his eyes are clear and indifferent. Those who don't understand him think that he is not injured and is just performing a show with the emperor.
play.
If you look carefully, you can still find something strange. Just now, the corners of his eyebrows seemed to be wrinkled in an unknown way.
Xu Qinghuan was even more convinced that the hospital had not treated him carefully, and his injuries were probably more serious than she thought.
Song Chengxuan said calmly: "At first they were waiting for the emperor's explicit order, but later they used some medicine."
The imperial doctor of the Taiyuan Hospital huddled there like a quail. Only the hospital envoy came to see his wound, and then waited for the emperor's order. Later, when he heard that he was to be discharged from the palace, the imperial doctor applied medicinal powder.
Xu Qinghuan stood up, turned to Song Chengxuan, and began to untie Song Chengxuan's belt.
Song Chengxuan said: "Don't bother me so much. I can handle it myself when I have time."
He spoke so calmly, but his arms dropped down. They no longer looked as powerful as before, as if they really couldn't move.
Seeing such a situation, Xu Qinghuan became more and more anxious, and the movements of his hands became faster, and he slowly took off his clothes, exposing his left shoulder and arm.
Some medicines were given casually, this perfunctoryness was really chilling.
He took off the cloth and saw the wound underneath. The scab had cracked open, and bright red blood flowed down his body, over his chest and arms.
Xu Qinghuan was stunned there. He really wanted to fake it and do it for real. Wouldn't he be useless?
The voice of the mother in charge came from the door: "Miss, Madam calls you over."
"Report to mother, Mr. Song and I still have something to say," Xu Qinghuan said as he opened the medicine box, "I'll be out in a moment."
The mother in charge stood outside for a while and found that Xu Qinghuan had no intention of changing her mind. She looked at the curtain in front of her and walked in without opening it.
What if something goes wrong in the house and she bumps into her? We can’t ruin the eldest lady’s reputation.
The mother in charge held up the handkerchief and stood there waiting.
Song Chengxuan looked down at Xu Qinghuan. She was cleaning his wounds meticulously, with a serious and solemn expression on her eyebrows. Although she was only treating injuries in the clinic, she was very skilled and neat, as if she had done it many times before.
, is it because she wants to help An Yihou treat his injuries? An Yihou has not led soldiers for many years, so she should not have this opportunity, that is, working as a medical worker in the guard station to treat wounded soldiers?
Mr. Song is not a stingy person, and he will not interfere with anything Xu Qinghuan does. He has learned too much about etiquette and rules since elementary school. The thoughts of Confucianism have always been open-minded, but the world is too biased. They say they quote scriptures, but often quote them out of context.
, deliberately misinterpreting the original meaning of Confucianism to achieve their goals.
For example, he was too harsh on women, just to confine them to the inner house. Therefore, when he first met Miss Xu and her people to investigate a case, he didn't feel anything wrong. So why did he feel a little unhappy now?
Xu Qinghuan said: "I heard from the doctor at the health center that if an old wound is torn again, it will be even more difficult to heal. Does Mr. Song feel uncomfortable there now?"
Song Chengxuan's face was not red and his heart was not beating: "It's nothing, just a little bit weak."
Injured to this extent?
Xu Qinghuan glanced at the man. Song Chengxuan's face seemed to be not very good, and there was a look of exhaustion in his eyes.
The soft place in her heart seemed to be touched.
The emperor intended to make Song Chengxuan an independent minister, so he had to cancel his marriage to her.
Only then did Song Chengxuan burst his old wounds to show his determination.
She also knew that Song Chengxuan did this as an expedient measure. Maybe he had laid a big net waiting for people to jump in, but she was still touched in her heart.
No strategy is without risk. If you really want to be foolproof, you must sacrifice others to make yourself invincible. Obviously Song Chengxuan does not have such a temperament. It may be safer to do it in a roundabout way.
No need to take risks.
In his previous life, Song Chengxuan quietly strengthened himself in the southeast, but in this life, he changed his approach because of her appearance. He mentioned the marriage contract between the two families in front of her, and at the same time, he also made corresponding efforts for the marriage and tried his best to forgive the past.
The etiquette is very considerate, and when someone questions it,
Li Xu was able to plan everything perfectly. The emperor was suspicious of him, so he left her in the capital. Although in the dead of night, he apologetically pulled her and said many heartfelt words, she could understand his difficulties, but she still felt it in her heart.
He is getting further and further away from her.
In his previous life, the court had mixed praise and criticism for the Marquis of Song. Some people hated him to the core, but people like Xue Chen were loyal to him. This was because although Song Chengxuan looked cold on the surface, he was flesh and blood. He was real and people felt that he could not live without him.
Very close, right in front of her, right next to her.
After carefully applying the medicine, Xu Qinghuan wrapped the wound again with a cloth, wiped the blood around the wound, rearranged his clothes, and finally tied his belt. While her hands were still on his waist, he
Holding her shoulders.
Xu Qinghuan did not struggle, put her arms around his waist, and pressed her cheek against his chest.
He lowered his head to look at her, and saw that her eyes were slightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, revealing a delicate and soft expression.