Ming Wuyou also felt a little tired from reading, and thought that maybe Murong Yu was too busy and couldn't take care of it today, so he threw the book to one side, slipped into the quilt and fell asleep.
On the second day, when Ming Wuyou went to Baishan Hall, there were only a few people on the street. Several groups of imperial soldiers wearing iron armor came and went, and the atmosphere was full of tension.
Ming Wuyou half-opened the car curtain and watched for a while, then ordered: "Caiyue, go and inquire and find out what happened."
"yes."
After arriving at Baishan Hall, Ming Wuyou went up to the second floor to rest temporarily.
After a while, Caiyue ran back out of breath: "Something serious happened, Miss!"
"Last night, the Regent sent the Imperial Guard to besiege the Jiangzhou Shipping Administration and the Governor's Mansion. The Governor actually raised private soldiers in the mansion and started fighting with His Highness the Regent's Imperial Guard."
"What?!"
Ming Wuyou stood up and asked, "Is His Highness injured?"
"I don't know about this. I only know that the two sides shot random arrows at each other. Later, the whole family of the Governor's Mansion was captured, and the Regent returned to Jiangzhou Pavilion."
Ming Wuyou frowned, feeling uneasy. He stood up and went downstairs: "Get the car ready and go to the hotel."
…
The imperial army was guarding the outside of the Jiangzhou hotel, and the security was tight.
When Ming Wuyou got out of the car in front of the door, someone put a knife on his neck.
Ming Wuyou showed the jade boat in his neck without changing his expression.
"You deserve to die, you villain!" The two Imperial Guards immediately stepped back and respectfully handed over their hands: "Girl, please."
Ming Wuyou led Caiyue all the way inside. When they arrived at the main hall, they heard faint conversations coming from inside.
"It's all my fault. If I hadn't suddenly come here, you wouldn't have been injured in order to save me. You can hit me on the hand. You can hit me dozens more times. Just don't punish me for copying the policy. Please!
"
he got hurt?!
Ming Wuyou stepped forward quickly. He didn't have time to wait for anyone to inform him, so he stepped directly into the main hall.
The sound of rapid footsteps made Murong Yu raise his eyes and look over.
When he saw Ming Wuyou, a little bit of shock appeared in his slightly cold eyes, "You——"
"Where is it hurt?"
Murong Yu was sitting at the table, with a half-tall child standing on his side.
As soon as Ming Wuyou passed by, the child looked at her blankly and subconsciously made way for her.
Ming Wuyou's hand felt Murong Yu's pulse, and his eyes quickly scanned his body, looking for wounds.
"It's hurt!" The child's eyes rolled around, "Sister, you came just in time. He didn't listen to the doctor. He was obviously seriously injured, but he still insisted on sitting here and reading the memorial!"
"He lost a lot of blood!"
"Do you smell blood?"
Ming Wuyou did smell a faint smell of blood, combined with the smell of ambergris.
But there was no obvious injury on his body, which made her nervous. She stared at Murong Yu: "Where is the injury?"
"He won't tell you!" The child's childish voice sounded again, pulling Ming Wuyou's sleeve and whispering: "Because he was injured in a place he shouldn't have been injured."
"In order to prevent others from making random guesses, he pretended that he was fine."
"A place that shouldn't be hurt?" Ming Wuyou looked back at the child in astonishment.
Murong Yu's face darkened: "Get out!"
The child pretended to be scared and hid behind Ming Wuyou: "Sister, look, he is so fierce. It's because I was right, that's why he is so fierce!"
"Leng Xiao!" Murong Yu said coldly: "Throw him out."
"yes!"
Leng Xiao strode forward and grabbed the child who looked like a loach.
The child stretched his neck and shouted: "That's the place that shouldn't be hurt, sister, it's... uh uh uh..."
Leng Xiao's face was black and blue, he covered the child and took him out.
There was silence in the hall.
Ming Wuyou looked at Murong Yu with a complicated expression: "You... really hurt... the one who shouldn't be hurt -?"
"No!" Murong Yu quickly denied, with a bit of embarrassment on his face, "Tong Yan Wu Ji, he is just talking nonsense."
"Then your injury——"
The smell of blood is never fake.
"Here." Murong Yu quickly lifted up his sleeves, revealing the bandaged wound.
Ming Wuyou frowned and checked carefully, "Is it injured by the arrow?"
"Um."
The evidence of the corruption case was solid, so he surrounded Jiangzhou Shipping Administration and the Governor's Office last night.
Who knew that Yuan Hao had come to Jiangzhou privately and fell into the hands of the Jiangzhou governor. There was a fight between the two parties, but he personally rescued the man and was wounded by random arrows.
The injury was not serious at first, it was just like scratching an itch for him.
But seeing how concerned Ming Wuyou was at this moment, he felt a little strange, so he whispered, "Why don't you help me take a look."
Ming Wuyou did have this idea, and he dragged a round stool to sit on the edge, "I'll be gentler."
She slowly took off the white bandage, and when she saw the hideous scar on his arm, she took a breath and said with a pale face: "Penetrating wound!"
The arrow pierced the arm and was still poisonous.
"You were so seriously injured, why didn't anyone tell me?!"
Murong Yu said calmly: "It was already very late when I was injured, so I was afraid it would disturb your sleep."
Ming Wuyou frowned and carefully cleaned the wound again.
Murong Yu was in a happy mood, with his other intact arm still supporting his chin, looking at her leisurely, quietly enjoying the feeling of being cared for by her.
"Does it hurt?" Ming Wuyou raised his head and asked.
Murong Yu didn't expect that she would suddenly raise her head, and froze for a moment.
Ming Wuyou thought he had hurt him, so he used his hands much more gently, fearing that the medicine would sting his wound, so he blew gently on the wound.
Murong Yu's eyes dimmed slightly.
Seeing a strand of hair falling from her forehead, he couldn't help but use his other hand to push the hair behind her ear, but his hand couldn't bear to leave her cheek and stroked it gently.
Murong Yu said: "It feels good to be injured."
Ming Wuyou was startled for a moment.
Just bandaging a wound.
She sees many patients every day, and she doesn't know how many people she has bandaged their wounds in this way.
But he actually had that look in his eyes, as if he had done something shocking.
"I suddenly...want to be hurt every day." Murong Yu added in a daze.
Those deep eyes were full of greed, like a small hammer, hitting Ming Wuyou's heart, causing a dull pain.
Murong Yu whispered: "Ming Wuyou, I want to hug you."
Such eyes and such voice, Ming Wuyou could not stand it.
She carefully tied the gauze on the wound into a knot and put her hands around his neck: "I'll give you a hug."
Murong Yu tightly wrapped his arms around her back, buried his face in her neck, and closed his eyes.
"Be careful—" Ming Wuyou punched his shoulder worriedly, but Murong Yu remained unmoved.
Ming Wuyou sighed inwardly, knowing that if he didn't hug her enough, he wouldn't let go, and struggling would only make the wound worse.