In the small cubicle of the ruined temple, the sound of flowing water reached my ears.

Zhou Jian turned his head and looked through the moonlight. Sun Youyu was sitting on a rock with a basin of water in front of her. She lowered her head and was carefully cleaning the mud. Under the mud, there was a broken skin wound.

Zhou Jian frowned and walked over quickly: "Are you injured?"

The sudden sound in this desolate mountain temple startled Sun Youyu, and her heart rose to her throat. She immediately put down her trousers: "No, no!"

"Your Majesty, why are you here?"

Zhou Jian walked over, lit a torch, and inserted it into the crack of the stone.

"Since morning, I have noticed that you are walking unnaturally. Did you break out of the encirclement last night and wear your legs while riding a horse?"

Horseback riding is not suitable for women with delicate skin and tender flesh. Geng Heke walked through mountainous roads last night, and the bumps were so bumpy that even men, let alone Sun Youyu, could not bear it.

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded with a wry smile: "It's all a trivial matter. I've already ground the herbs and just apply them. Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."

When Zhou Jian heard this, she felt mixed emotions in her heart. She had been busy all day saving her soldiers, but she had been enduring the pain and was only treating the wound now.

"Sit down and let me help you."

Sun Youyu's pretty face changed slightly, and she was about to refuse, but Zhou Jian had already pushed her down without any explanation, and he sat down on the ground in a very down-to-earth manner.

This scene, invisibly, quickly brought the relationship between the two closer.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, this can't be helped, I'd better do it myself!" She struggled in panic, her ethereal face causing ripples.

"What's this? This is an order, you sit down!" Zhou Jian glared, a wave of domineering coming towards him, making Sun Youyu unable to refuse even if he wanted to.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Jian lifted up her trouser legs.

It was all mud left from collecting herbs. It was so dirty that no skin could be seen at all.

Sun Youyu was extremely embarrassed, and his cheeks were hot. This was so embarrassing, and he reached out to cover it.

Zhou Jian was delighted: "Why do you have such a heavy burden? Look at me, I haven't showered in a few days and my pants are full of mud. Do you think you'll dislike me?"

The humorous tone made her laugh, her face turned red, and then she shook her head seriously: "No."

"Then it's over, and I won't dislike you." Zhou Jian smiled, then lowered his head and helped her clean the mud from the wound carefully. Only when it was clean could the medicine be applied.

At first, Sun Youyu was uneasy, and her whole delicate body was extremely tense, but Zhou Jian's gentleness and carefulness made her gradually calm down.

Inside the mountain temple, there was silence, except for the slight sound of water flowing.

The two of them were speechless. The moonlight slanted down on Zhou Jian Yingwu's face, making Sun Youyu gradually stunned. To be fair, she had rarely seen such a good-looking man in all her travels.

She couldn't help but think of the alleged adulterous marriage, and her heartbeat suddenly became numb!

She didn't know why she was thinking this.

Seeing that the atmosphere was too serious and depressing, Zhou Jian suddenly laughed and said: "By the way, this is the first time that I have washed a woman's legs and cleaned her wounds. Even the Queen has not received this treatment."

When Sun Youyu heard this, his cheeks turned redder, his mind went blank, and he didn't know why he felt sweet in his heart.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness. The young fish will never forget it!" Her eyes dodge.

Zhou Jian rolled his eyes in a funny way, and then took off her shoes, which were full of mud.
Chapter completed!