Zhong Qingye stood on the spot, turned slightly sideways and looked at the back of Ziying walking away gracefully, and slowly narrowed his eyes.【】
It's really interesting, it's been a long time since I met anyone who dared to threaten her.
Zhong Qingye raised the corner of his lips, turned around and prepared to walk out.
"Princess!" Hong Ying's voice suddenly came from inside the house, looking very weak for some reason.
Zhong Qingye paused and turned sideways again. He was shocked to find that Hong Ying was limping out of the inner room while holding on to the wall. He was wearing a dark brown cloak and his bare upper body was wrapped in a thick coat.
The thick layer of gauze was mostly stained by the bright red blood.
His face was pale, and his lips had lost their original color. The dry white skin clung to them languidly. There was a deep black circle under his clear-cut eyes, which made him look extremely decadent.
Zhong Qingye has been wallowing among the dead for a long time. She knows very well what kind of injuries can kill people. Hong Ying was clearly seriously injured.
He was obviously fine on the day he and Qi Mo got married, so why did he end up like this after not seeing each other for two days?
Zhong Qingye narrowed his eyes keenly. Come on, something happened to Qi Mo that she didn't know about.
Walking over, Zhong Qingye pointed at the injuries on his abdomen and chest, and asked nonchalantly: "How did you get it?"
Hongying smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand to support the wall, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, could you please help me sit down first? Standing like this... is very difficult..."
Zhong Qingye curled his lips: "It's really useless."
Hongying continued to smile bitterly. He couldn't remember how many times he had been hit like this by Zhong Qingye. He was probably used to it. If one day Zhong Qingye suddenly praised him with excitement and praised him for being so awesome, I don't know if he would faint in shock.
Although Zhong Qingye's mouth was never forgiving, it was not as cruel as she said, so even though she kept hitting Hongying, she still stretched out her hand to help him sit down on the chair, and it was "accidental" to do so smoothly.
The man threw him a soft cushion.
Hong Ying laughed, and then said apologetically: "I'm sorry to trouble you, Princess."
"You know it's troublesome, just tell me what's going on?" Zhong Qingye rolled his eyes at him and found a chair to sit down.
"I was accidentally injured." Hong Ying said vaguely.
Before he finished speaking, Zhong Qingye reached out and gave him a slap in the face, and said impatiently: "Don't give me such a slap in the face, what's going on?" Seeing the wry smile on Hong Ying's face, she continued
He threatened: "You don't want me to ask Qi Mo directly."
"I knew you would say that." Hong Yingnai glanced at her and leaned completely on the soft cushion. He felt extremely weak, as if he would die if he was not careful. After a moment of silence, he let out a long breath.
Tone: "That's all, you are not an ordinary woman anyway, so it shouldn't matter if I tell you."
"Then tell him quickly." Zhong Qingye rolled his eyes at him.
Red Eagle rolled his eyes forcefully: "Can't you show some sympathy that I am an injured person?"
"I'm leaving." Zhong Qingye stood up and walked out.
"It's the Emperor."
Hong Ying's voice sounded faintly behind him. I don't know if it was Zhong Qingye's illusion or because the house was too empty. Hong Ying's voice sounded a little weird, just like... duckweed floating on the river without any foundation.
Squeak...
With an unpleasant dragging sound, Zhong Qingye sat down again and frowned: "What's going on? You and Qi Mu had a conflict? Why didn't I know?" After saying that, she seemed to suddenly understand something, and the long and narrow
His eyes narrowed for a moment, and his dark gaze shone with a dangerous color, like a lurking cheetah.
"Qi Mo deliberately hid it from me?"
"No..." Hongying didn't expect her to say this suddenly. He was afraid that she would misunderstand something, so he hurriedly explained. Unexpectedly, his body moved and the wound was involved. The pain immediately made him gasp. He lowered his head and felt another wound on the gauze.
A fresh red color spreads out.
Zhong Qingye looked at him with contempt and said in a very cold tone: "Do you think you are just a rabbit?" She stood up and walked to the inner room.
"Rabbit?" Hongying was stunned, not knowing what she meant.
"It's so alive." Zhong Qingye walked into the house without looking back: "Dead rabbit!"
Red Eagle: "..."
Not long after, Zhong Qingye came out with a white robe. He flipped his wrist and a dagger suddenly appeared. Hong Ying looked at her in shock: "What are you going to do?"
"Shut your mouth." Zhong Qingye waved the dagger without raising his head, tearing the white robe into long strips in a few times. He turned around, found the medical kit on the counter, and walked over to get it.
Holding it in his hand, he walked to Red Eagle and pulled off his cloak.
His naked body was suddenly exposed to the air. The weather in March suddenly turned warm and cold. Hongying was blown by the cold wind and couldn't help shivering. However, he saw that Zhong Qingye had already reached out to untie his upper body.
bandage.
The girl's fingertips were slightly cold, but there was a strange tingling sensation on the warm skin. Two red clouds appeared strangely on Hong Ying's face, and he stopped her in a hurry: "What are you doing?"
"Has the wound on your body collapsed?" Zhong Qingye broke away from his hand without raising his head, and worked quickly: "I didn't get the gauze, so I'll use this instead. Otherwise, you will have to lose blood and die.
You can't die."
"But these things are called maids..."
"Stop talking!" Zhong Qingye raised his head and interrupted him fiercely, with a very bad tone: "Between this, you'd better tell me what's going on quickly, or I'll stab you again and give you away.
Return to heaven!"
Hongying smiled bitterly and shook his head. Unable to resist her, he had to raise his arms and let her go. Zhong Qingye listened to his narrative while rebandaging him, and gradually clarified some things. When she tied the last piece of gauze,
Red Eagle has almost finished speaking.
"I didn't expect your bandaging skills to be so good." Hong Ying moved his arms and said in surprise: "You are simply more skilled than a doctor."
"If I didn't even know how to bandage, I would have died hundreds of times in the past few decades." Zhong Qingye tidied up the bandages on the ground and said casually.
Hongying was stunned: "Were you... often injured in the past?"
"Not necessarily, but it has never been broken." Zhong Qingye sat down and touched the wounds on his body, and took a long breath: "Now that the trouble has come to this point, what are Qi Mo going to do?"
Her topic jumped so fast that Hongying couldn't recover for a moment. Before she could answer, she heard a cold voice at the door.
"It's better to ask this question myself."
When a ghost appears, is it Ziying? Or Qi Mo? Haha