"Jian Yao...am I still qualified..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a commotion in the front hall. Jimo pulled Jian Yao and rushed over, only to see a deputy general driving a black general in embarrassment standing on the steps.

"Xiao Hei!"

Naga rushed over, and Heijiang grinned in pain, but still raised the corners of his mouth. His expression was completely different from the confusion that day. With exhaustion and relief, he opened his chapped lips and said slowly: "I made you worry!

"As he spoke, his eyes fell on Jian Yao's surprised face, revealing a warm smile.

"Jian Yao, give the medicine to Xiao Hei!"

"Jian Yao, this is the tonic that I want to stew in the imperial dining room, send it over quickly!"

"Jian Yao, I heard that eating more fruit will heal your wounds faster!"

"Jian Yao, it's time to change the dressing!"

"Jian Yao...Jian Yao..."

Jian Yao angrily held the cup and plate. She didn't know what had happened in Naga during the past two days. All the attendants who retreated kept ordering her around and handed the cup and plate to the attendants who were washing. Jian Yao gritted his teeth.

He walked towards the pharmacy. Jimo in the distance took in everything in his eyes, but just looked at it silently, smiling bitterly.

Pushing open the door of the side hall, he saw Hei Jiang who was about to struggle out of bed. He was also startled. His feet slipped and he fell to the edge of the bed, grinning in pain. Jian Yao angrily helped him to sleep.

, said sternly: "Don't move around, the wound is open. If that kid finds out, I will be killed again!"

The black general chuckled and scratched his head shyly. Jian Yao rolled her eyes at him and was busy gathering the medicine.

Although he has been summoned these days, he has indeed become very close to them, especially the black general. It seems that as soon as Naga sees her wandering outside, he will immediately find some reason to let her go back. He glances out of the corner of his eye and leans on the bedside to think deeply.

Jian Yao smiled slightly. Apart from the cold and hard armor, he was also an ordinary person who could laugh and feel pain, just like...brother Mu Cheng...

Jian Yao's eyes were a little dark. She turned around and saw Hei Jiang looking at her intently. He looked a little embarrassed and asked casually: "What are you doing up?"

"I want to see Elder Xing!"

The black general said without hesitation, Jian Yao was taken aback and said: "He is about to die!"

"I know..." Black General smiled bitterly.

Jian Yao vaguely felt something, and remembered what Hei Jiang said someday, "Tell me about it!"

The black general raised his eyes, sighed softly, and felt a sudden pain in his chest. When he looked down, the old whip wounds showed dark red blood again.

Jian Yao hurriedly dropped what he was doing, got the medicine and gauze, climbed onto the bed to look at his wounds, and peeled off the layers of gauze to reveal the hideous whip marks.

"They dare to torture you!"

She groaned dissatisfiedly, and the black general smiled softly: "Everyone is the same after entering the cell!"

"But you're different, right?"

Raising his head, Jian Yao looked at his handsome face close at hand. The mask was still the same, but there was a cold barrier. In his mind, he remembered what he said before leaving that night: "My name is Xin, Na Xin..."

Slender hands gently touched the edge of the iron surface. Heijiang sat cross-legged, his broad shoulders and arms set up a small space, enclosing Jian Yao in it. Her pale fingers crossed her cheeks and went around to the back of her head.

Explore the knots of the mask.

"No……"

Rough hands held her slender wrists, and the calluses in their palms stung her skin.

"Look at my eyes." Jian Yao leaned close to his face. The sudden closeness made Hei Jiang secretly resist the uneasiness she aroused. Those eyes were like honey, as intoxicating as mellow wine. Hei Jiang was like this

Lost in her eyes, he allowed her to slowly pull out the knot of the mask. "Jian Yao...am I still qualified..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a commotion in the front hall. Jimo pulled Jian Yao and rushed over, only to see a deputy general driving a black general in embarrassment standing on the steps.

"Xiao Hei!"

Naga rushed over, and Heijiang grinned in pain, but still raised the corners of his mouth. His expression was completely different from the confusion that day. With exhaustion and relief, he opened his chapped lips and said slowly: "I made you worry!

"As he spoke, his eyes fell on Jian Yao's surprised face, revealing a warm smile.

"Jian Yao, give the medicine to Xiao Hei!"

"Jian Yao, this is the tonic that I want to stew in the imperial dining room, send it over quickly!"

"Jian Yao, I heard that eating more fruit will heal your wounds faster!"

"Jian Yao, it's time to change the dressing!"

"Jian Yao...Jian Yao..."

Jian Yao angrily held the cup and plate. She didn't know what had happened in Naga during the past two days. All the attendants who retreated kept ordering her around and handed the cup and plate to the attendants who were washing. Jian Yao gritted his teeth.

He walked towards the pharmacy. Jimo in the distance took in everything in his eyes, but just looked at it silently, smiling bitterly.

Pushing open the door of the side hall, he saw Hei Jiang who was about to struggle out of bed. He was also startled. His feet slipped and he fell to the edge of the bed, grinning in pain. Jian Yao angrily helped him to sleep.

, said sternly: "Don't move around, the wound is open. If that kid finds out, I will be killed again!"

The black general chuckled and scratched his head shyly. Jian Yao rolled her eyes at him and was busy gathering the medicine.

Although he has been summoned these days, he has indeed become very close to them, especially the black general. It seems that as soon as Naga sees her wandering outside, he will immediately find some reason to let her go back. He glances out of the corner of his eye and leans on the bedside to think deeply.

Jian Yao smiled slightly. Apart from the cold and hard armor, he was also an ordinary person who could laugh and feel pain, just like...brother Mu Cheng...

Jian Yao's eyes were a little dark. She turned around and saw Hei Jiang looking at her intently. He looked a little embarrassed and asked casually: "What are you doing up?"

"I want to see Elder Xing!"

The black general said without hesitation, Jian Yao was taken aback and said: "He is about to die!"

"I know..." Black General smiled bitterly.

Jian Yao vaguely felt something, and remembered what Hei Jiang said someday, "Tell me about it!"

The black general raised his eyes, sighed softly, and felt a sudden pain in his chest. When he looked down, the old whip wounds showed dark red blood again.

Jian Yao hurriedly dropped what he was doing, got the medicine and gauze, climbed onto the bed to look at his wounds, and peeled off the layers of gauze to reveal the hideous whip marks.

"They dare to torture you!"

She groaned dissatisfiedly, and the black general smiled softly: "Everyone is the same after entering the cell!"

"But you're different, right?"

Raising his head, Jian Yao looked at his handsome face close at hand. The mask was still the same, but there was a cold barrier. In his mind, he remembered what he said before leaving that night: "My name is Xin, Na Xin..."

Slender hands gently touched the edge of the iron surface. Heijiang sat cross-legged, his broad shoulders and arms set up a small space, enclosing Jian Yao in it. Her pale fingers crossed her cheeks and went around to the back of her head.

Explore the knots of the mask.

"No……"

Rough hands held her slender wrists, and the calluses in their palms stung her skin.

"Look at my eyes." Jian Yao leaned close to his face. The sudden closeness made Hei Jiang secretly resist the uneasiness she aroused. Those eyes were like honey, as intoxicating as mellow wine. Hei Jiang was like this
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