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Chapter 119 Injured

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    In the hall inside the water pavilion, a naked figure with his upper body facing away from her, his thin waist straight down, and his long, smooth black hair blocking most of his back.

    No matter how calm Fu Minghua was, Leng Hui glanced at the woman's back at this moment and instinctively turned away.

    She was a little annoyed, and her first reaction was to leave quickly, but the person in the water pavilion with his back to her turned his face half aside and called her in.

    It took a while for Fu Minghua to realize that the voice sounded familiar. It seemed to be the voice of the Third Prince Yan Zhui.

    Fu Minghua turned his head back. Yan Zhui turned his head half way, his chin tightened. Through the black hair, you could vaguely see the corners of his pursed lips, showing some cold lines:

    "come over."

    He called out again. There seemed to be a smell of blood in the pavilion. Even if all the straw curtains in the front hall were not lowered, it was still very pungent.

    ??Fu Minghua first saw a man having sex, and then found out that this man was Yan Zhui. Then he seemed to be injured and asked her to pass.

    It was an instinctive reaction for a moment. When she came to her senses, she had already entered the water pavilion. It was too late to turn around and pretend to be frightened and escape without finding anything.

    She looked away, hesitated for a while, but still told Nanny Jiang and others to wait for her outside. She wanted to sit in the water pavilion, then she lowered the straw curtain and walked towards Yan Zhui in small steps.

    "Yuan Niang, help me."

    There was a bit of trembling in Yan Zhui's voice, as if she was not delusional, but actually hurt.

    Fu Minghua endured it and opened his eyes, but when he saw a large cross-shaped slap scar on Yan Zhui's chest, his eyelids still jumped.

    The scar was so deep that the bones could already be seen. She saw Yan Zhui holding a dagger in one hand and an arrow still filled with flesh and blood in the other.

    The arrowhead he held in his palm had an undercut and was very sinister. It was estimated that Yan Zhui was hit by an arrow, and then in order to take it out, he opened the wound and pulled out the arrowhead.

    On the side were placed a copper plate, some towels cut into long strips and a little black powder.

    Yan Zhui knelt down on the couch, his face pale, and there were beads of sweat on both sides of his forehead and nose. He gritted his teeth, his cheek muscles twitched slightly, and he threw the arrow on the copper plate aside with a burst of energy, making a clanging sound.  'A crisp sound.

    Blood drops were dripping down his palm, and the bright red blood was dripping from the tip of the dagger in his hand. He threw the dagger away, took the wine bottle beside him, took a sip himself, and then turned around to spray it on himself.  chest.

    "It's just that after he was injured, his movements were not very sensitive, and most of the spills were wrong.

    Fu Minghua hesitated for a moment, endured the fishy smell, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the warm handkerchief from the copper plate on the side, wrung it out, and carefully wiped away the blood for him.

    The blood didn¡¯t feel good when it touched her palms. She watched as her snow-white hands were gradually submerged in the crimson water.

    Yan Zhui just raised the corners of his mouth and stared at the top of her head, his eyes focused.

    After changing the handkerchief twice, he was slightly cleaned up. The basin was full of blood, and her hands were sticky with blood.  Fu Minghua endured the dizziness and took the wine from his hand. She didn't dare to drink it like Yan Zhui and spray it directly. There was nothing clean here.

    The handkerchief she was wearing was also stained with blood. After hesitating, she had to hold a wine bottle and pour it on his chest. The wine slid down his strong belly, wetting his pants and sticking them tightly to his thighs.  .

    Fu Minghua didn¡¯t dare to look anymore. Yan Zhui seemed to have endured the pain and said with a trembling voice:

    "Medicine" He commanded her every action, hoping that he would not forget his kindness in the future, or at least not bear grudge against her, so that she would have an easier life in the rest of her life.

    After sprinkling the medicine, he took the clean white cloth prepared aside. Seeing that Yan Zhui looked a little angry, he hesitated for a moment, but finally picked it up to tie it for him.

    He sat on his knees obediently, seemingly enduring the pain and letting her do what he wanted.

    To tie the cloth tightly, you will inevitably have to wrap your hands around his back.  She was careful not to touch his body and wrapped the cloth twice. Fu Minghua saw something well prepared from the corner of his eye.

    Sudden doubts arose in my heart.

    She was completely confused when she saw Yan Zhui injured before. When she came back to her senses, she realized something was wrong.

    He was so seriously injured that even if he had to hide it from others, the people close to him would never hide it from others.

    ¡°After all, if you can hide it for a moment, you can¡¯t hide it for the rest of your life.

    What's more, someone had obviously prepared these things for him. Otherwise, how could he have endured the pain and brought these things alone in King Zheng's capital if he was injured like this?Coming?

    Forget about wine and medicine, but this basin was clearly prepared for him.

    Once she started to doubt, she couldn't help but remember that when she came over, Yan Zhui's back was clearly turned to her, but he could call out her name.

    She was a little angry, and tightened the gauze in her hand so hard that the veins on his neck popped out, but she suddenly laughed in a low voice.

    "Angry?"

    He spoke with a smile and raised his eyes to see her suppressing her anger.

    Yan Zhui knew that she was smart, but he didn't expect that she was so smart and could come to her senses in such a short time.

    Fu Minghua took a long time to calm down: "What do you mean, Your Highness?"

    She lowered her head, not wanting to look up at him, and wanted to throw away the towel in her hand. She was worried that he would find out that he was plotting against her, and in anger, she would deliberately strangle him with the towel, so she honestly tied the towel around her.  Okay, another knot.

    Her forceful movements just now caused blood to flow from his chest again. She didn't dare to look anymore and wanted to sit further away, but Yan Zhui had already pinched her wrist.

    "Ah." Just when she was about to open her mouth, she bit her lip again. Yan Zhui dragged her into his arms, holding the soft couch with one hand to sit firmly. She was so frightened that she stretched out her hand to push him.

    It¡¯s just that there¡¯s a huge disparity in strength between the two. Fu Minghua doesn¡¯t know why he still exerts so much strength even though he¡¯s injured. It¡¯s obvious that he was just pretending to be on the verge of death.

    Her wrist was tightly held by Yan Zhui. She struggled for a long time and he was not afraid, until she saw that the wound he had wrapped before she pushed started to bleed again. He held her very tightly, no matter how hard she struggled, he would not be afraid.  He let go, with a bit of ruthlessness in his brows, but in the end Fu Minghua didn't dare to move anymore.

    Gradually he could no longer struggle. He sat down and held Fu Minghua in his arms. He looked down and his face turned pale: "I don't see that Yuan Niang is not weak."

    By this time, he still had the time to joke with himself.

    Fu Minghua was held tightly by him and could not move. He smelled the strong smell of blood on his body and frowned.

    Yan Zhui stretched out his cold fingers to smooth her brow. She instinctively wanted to raise her head and avoid him, but because she was held in his arms, she seemed to be leaning closer to his embrace.

    She was about to sit up straight, but Yan Zhui's hand was hooked on her waist.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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