Ghost doctor: Princess please come to the throne

Chapter 707 It's okay, I just remember

Chapter 707: It's okay, I just remember

"Miss, water."

The maid quickly brought warm water.

Ling Xiyue hummed, focusing on Nalan Xueyi's hand without raising her head, "Go out."

"Yes—" The servant girl sized up Ling Xiyue and Nalan Xueyi from the corner of her eye, and then, not daring to delay, stepped on a quick step and hurried out.

It's just that as soon as the maid walked out of the door, she was caught by Rong Pei, with deep worry in her eyes, "How is it? What are they doing? Didn't they quarrel? Are you okay!"

"Master, don't worry, the young lady is administering medicine to the young master!" The servant girl replied with bright eyes.

Rong Pei patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, that's good, I'm really worried about Xue Yi, if Yue girl doesn't come back, Xue Yi might die."

Compared to girl Xiyue, she was more worried about Xue Yi all night!
If this girl hadn't come back in time, she really didn't know what to do!
Xue Yi's hand, I don't know how it was done, it was so badly injured that I had to run out to find the girl in person, and even risked the night to visit the ghost clan's ancestral hall, and even more refused to listen to her. Treat the wound well.

She grew up watching Xue Yi, and she knows it best.

He only looks gentle, respects his teacher, and treats his clansmen with courtesy, but he is actually an extremely stubborn and indifferent person in his bones. As long as he believes in something, no matter whether it is a matter or a person, he will not listen to anyone, and the Queen has nothing to do with him.

In the past, he was only concerned with things like this, but now, he finally has the person he believes in. I really don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

Ling Xiyue frowned, stretched out her hand, and carefully and slowly removed the blood-soaked cloth belt on Nalan Xueyi's hand.

The moment the scar appeared in her eyes, she froze for a moment, raised her eyes to look at him, and the corners of her mouth were a little tense, "How did you hurt, a member of the ghost clan?"

That palm, at this time, was already a bloody mess, with deep bony scars running through his entire palm.

If it is a little deeper, I am afraid that the entire palm will be cut into two sections!
The slender and smooth fingertips were completely devoid of blood at this moment.

Nalan Xueyi shook his head and said lightly, "I was not careful."

"Yourself?" Ling Xiyue was about to be amused, but couldn't laugh, "That's really capable!"

With such a serious wound, except for the masters of the ghost clan, Ling Xiyue really can't think of anyone who can break through Nalan Xueyi's magical body protection skills and hurt him like this. Speaking of Pei, he went to visit the Ghost Clan Ancestral Hall.

How could Ling Xiyue have thought that someone would suddenly get distracted and hurt herself into such a miserable face?
The cloth belt was untied, involving the wound, and another stream of bright red blood flowed out. Ling Xiyue quickly dropped a few silver needles on the big acupoint on his hand to stop the bleeding, and disinfected it with medicine spirits to stop the bleeding.

The moment the potion was applied, Nalan Xueyi's fingertips trembled reflexively.

"It's not Mafeisan, it might be a little painful." Ling Xiyue slightly raised her eyelids, glanced at him, and kept her hands still moving, "Be patient."

Because the scar was so hideous and horrifying, and it hadn't been treated for a long time, it hurt even just looking at it, and Ling Xiyue's voice softened a little uncontrollably, and she no longer spoke harshly as before, and couldn't bear to criticize any more. .

As if that hand wasn't his own at all, Nalan Xueyi didn't even look away, his eyes were warm and shallow, always resting on Ling Xiyue's serious side face, lingering and implied, like in an ice spring Beautiful waves.

It hurts a bit, bear with it...

The woman's helpless and gentle voice echoed in her ears, very familiar.

The curvature of the corners of Nalan Xueyi's pale mouth deepened a bit.

This is the happiest time of his life.

How can it hurt?
How about enduring...

Ling Xiyue pursed her red lips tightly, an indescribable feeling of discomfort rose in her heart, she deliberately ignored the man's hot eyes and did not look at him.

The scorching sun broke in from the window lattice, sprinkled layer upon layer on the thin curtain, sifted through the thin and dense gaps and fell to the ground, as if covered with a layer of broken gold, shining brightly and illuminating It caught Nalan Xueyi's eyes.

The attic was quiet, except for the occasional "squeaking" sound of water and the slight crisp sound of colliding bottles and cans.

"Xiyue, do you still remember that when we broke into Mandala Island together, my hand was injured, and so did you, bandage it up for me." Nalan Xueyi said suddenly, in the indifferent and cold voice, mixed A little smile, turned into whispers.

Ling Xiyue was pulling a whole piece of linen in her hands, and was about to tear out a strip of suitable width for her, when she paused.

But in the next second, she exerted all her strength and tore out a strip, "I don't remember."

He didn't even raise his eyebrows, and his voice was light.

Knowingly ask!

"Yes." Nalan Xueyi made a soft "huh", meaning unclear, "You don't even remember."

He clearly knew that she didn't remember, but he still wanted to ask, there was expectation, how contradictory.

The curvature of the corner of Nalan Xueyi's mouth slowly transformed into a faint bitterness.

Only when he was injured, could she pay attention to him?

However, enough is enough.

Nalan Xueyi slowly raised his right hand in front of his eyes, and the traces of the blood that had fallen in the past came into view. On the palm of his hand, it had now turned into a faint pink. Just remember."

On that day, in the primeval forest of Alcatraz, in order to lure the vine away, Nalan Xueyi stretched her hand without hesitation.

Just like today, Ling Xiyue bandaged him, tied a bow at the end, patted his hand, and called it "free gift".

The woman's crisp and teasing words are still in my ears, and every time I think about it, it makes people laugh and cry.

But what Ling Xiyue didn't know was that he still kept the bandage that she made from the corner of her clothes.

If he could, he really wanted to keep hurting like this and never get better.

Ling Xiyue made the final bandage for him, with a helpless face.

She lowered her eyelids lightly, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Nalan Xueyi staring at her right palm in a daze, her soul had gone to nowhere.

Ling Xiyue let out a long breath, and had to remind her, "I don't remember the past, but what I know is that if you hurt your hand again like this, you will never be able to hold a sword again, and you will never be able to hold a sword again. Don't talk about practicing medicine!"

In the end, her tone became a little more serious, making him realize the seriousness of the matter.

Nalan Xueyi suddenly came back to her senses, lowered her right hand, looked at Ling Xiyue, and then glanced at his tied left hand. Suddenly, she said out of nowhere, "Xiyue, can you give me a hand?" Tie another knot like that."

Ling Xiyue blinked and was startled.

What was he talking about, was he listening to her?
(End of this chapter)