When Xiao Rouzhen heard that Song Youyu was indeed back, she felt relieved and a smile appeared on her lips.
Going into his room in the dark, Song Youyu took a fire stick and lit an oil lamp.
While struggling to take off his shirt, he apologized: "I woke you up. I should have kept my voice quieter."
The yellowish light illuminated his face as pale as paper, his faded clothes had a dark color, and the room was filled with the smell of blood.
Xiao Rouzhen frowned, took two steps forward and saw that the dark middle coat was also dark, and asked nervously: "Are you injured?"
Song Youyu tugged at his face, but did not deny it. He just said calmly: "It's okay. Swords are ruthless on the battlefield. A small injury is not a problem."
Seeing Xiao Rouzhen full of worry, she smiled softly, turned aside and took out a few porcelain bottles from the cabinet at the corner of the couch, and asked her, "You don't know how to apply medicine?"
Xiao Rouzhen nodded uncertainly: "Yes."
She had also done this kind of work, and she just pursed her lips and pretended she had done it herself. She took the porcelain vase from Song Youyu's hand and asked him, "Where are you injured?"
Song Youyu didn't say anything. He only raised his hands and took off both layers of clothes with great effort, revealing his strong chest.
The wound had been bandaged, perhaps because of riding a horse or something else, and the blood stains had already stained the gauze thoroughly.
In addition to the chest injury, there is also injury on the back, and the right arm is also wrapped.
The plain white gauze was all red now, which made it look even more horrifying when the weak light in the room illuminated it.
Xiao Rouzhen stared at Song Youyu for a while, then said, "Is this also called a minor injury?"
Song Youyu tugged at his dry and peeling lips and smiled. For people like them who came and went on the battlefield, this injury was really just a minor injury.
Some of the blood stains on the gauze were completely dry, and it couldn't be pulled even if it was stained on the wound.
Seeing that this was not possible, Xiao Rouzhen had to wrap Song Youyu in a thick blanket first and go to the kitchen to boil water by herself.
In the past few months, she has been slowly adapting to the life of ordinary people. Although she is not good at cooking, she can still make a fire.
After working in the kitchen for a long time, I boiled a pot of water and spread it warm before bringing it into the house to wash Song Youyu's wounds.
Song Youyu was about to fall asleep while leaning on the corner of the couch. Seeing her busy at work for a long time, she didn't even know when her little face was stained with the ashes from the pot bottom.
He curled his lips and said with a smile: "If you come later, maybe I will fall asleep."
"I, I, I was too slow." Xiao Rouzhen said guiltily, put down the wooden basin, and then stepped forward to take off the blanket for Song Youyu, wring the clean cloth until it was half dry, and wet the gauze little by little.
Take it off again, carefully wipe the wound again, pour gold wound medicine, and wrap it with gauze.
Song Youyu was sitting, and she stood in front of him, wrapping the gauze from the front to the back, and then from the back to the front, gently tying a knot.
Although the movements were unfamiliar, they were light and gentle and did not hurt him at all.
After treating the wounds on his chest and back, Xiao Rouzhen treated the wounds on his arms as usual, and finally found clean clothes for him from the closet and helped him put them on.
After such a busy time, Xiao Rouzhen was already sweating profusely, and the sky outside gradually turned a fish-belly white color.
Song Youyu put on her clothes and sat on the edge of the couch. Seeing Xiao Rouzhen getting ready to go out, he couldn't help but grab her: "There's something on your face."
Xiao Rouzhen was in a hurry and didn't pay much attention. She hurriedly touched her face and asked, "Where is it?" She then rubbed her sleeves.
Song Youyu smiled softly: "Come closer and I will wipe it for you."
Xiao Rouzhen didn't think much about it, and just walked towards him. Because she was afraid that it would be difficult for him to stand alone, she simply sat on the edge of the bed next to him.
Song Youyu injured her right hand, but her left hand was fine. The back of his fingers gently scratched her face, and she felt that her whole body was filled with anger.
Even though Xiao Rouzhen's hair was disheveled and her eyes were dark green, she still looked particularly beautiful in his eyes.
Song Youyu looked at Xiao Rouzhen, his eyes full of tenderness, and he said: "You are so beautiful."
Xiao Rouzhen's cheeks turned red and her eyes drooped at his senseless words of appreciation. Just as she was hesitating whether to get up and leave, Song Youyu had already held her face and kissed her.
Although he was moved by love, Song Youyu was afraid of frightening Xiao Rouzhen by being aggressive with the beautiful woman, so he restrained himself lightly and tried his best.
Xiao Rouzhen never expected that the two of them would kiss like this, and her heart was like a deer rushing around. She was filled with joy, uncontrollable excitement, and some girls' shyness.
Holding the hem of his clothes with both hands, he closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief when Song Youyu left.
In the early years of Song Youyu's life, he often went to places of romance because of his rebellion, and he was considered to be a semi-romantic figure. But now, he is rarely so ashamed that his face was so pale just now.
He was already blushing.
Seeing that Xiao Rouzhen neither spoke nor refused, he was extremely embarrassed and remained silent for a long time. Then he coughed lightly and said, "I, I am serious, not joking."
Then he asked Xiao Rouzhen tentatively: "Do you think that I am too unstable?"
Xiao Rouzhen used to speak without any scruples in front of Song Youyu, but after all, she was still a girl. This was the first time she had experienced such a thing. The heat on her face had not dissipated, so she didn't know how to respond to him.
Then he just lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes and lowered his head.
She didn't speak, and Song Youyu didn't know what to say, so the room became even more silent.
Song Youyu couldn't figure out what Xiao Rouzhen was thinking. At this moment, he felt a little at a loss. After struggling for a while, he dryly touched his belly and said with a smile: "Have you eaten? I'm a little hungry."
Xiao Rouzhen replied softly: "I can't do it."
After saying this, there was silence in the room again.
Song Youyu coughed twice, searching for something to say, but he was so anxious that he was sweating and couldn't say anything.
For a moment, she regretted her abruptness just now, and wondered in her mind whether Xiao Rouzhen would be angry because of this, whether she would ignore herself because of this, or something else...
In just a short moment, his head was spinning countless times, and he regretted his recklessness more and more.
Xiao Rouzhen didn't know what he was thinking. She just twisted her clothes and struggled in her heart for a while, and then she said, "I know what you mean, and I don't mind."
She is not the kind of person who is coy and self-absorbed. Although she is wary because of her identity, it is rare that someone she likes also happens to like herself, so she wants to give it a try.
After biting his lip for a while, he mustered up the courage to hold Song Youyu's hand, raised his eyes to look at him, opened and closed his mouth several times, and then said: "Do you need a concubine?"
