Aristocratic Concubine

Chapter 447 Almost Lost Herself (1)
Wanqing looked at the black bear on the ground in shock, and murmured after a long while: "Why do you have a Liannu?"

The two of them rolled several times in the grass, and Murong Lingyun kept Wanqing in his arms. Although the rocks and grass on the hillside were sharp, Wanqing was not injured, but the clothes were hooked and torn. But he was very embarrassed, with scratches on his shoulders and cheeks, his face was pale, when he heard Wanqing's words, he pushed her away, got up and left, and proudly said with his back to Wanqing: "This is My spoils."

Wanqing saw that the purple long robe on his body had a big opening at the lower waist, and the snow-white silk cotton showed a deep red blood color, she felt a little guilty, she got up and followed him, Murong Lingyun didn't look back, but But the pace was not fast, Wanqing followed honestly, but still couldn't help but said: "Who are you losing your temper for? I'm just curious." Thinking that the missing crossbow was snatched from Shangguan Yeli's subordinates, Feeling uncomfortable for a while, she didn't know which side she should stand on. She looked up at the sky, and there was no trace of the flashing flare. She sighed slightly in her heart, hoping that Shangguan Yeli would be quicker Come and save her.

The figure in front of her paused for a moment, but she didn't turn her head. Wanqing's whole body was in pain, and the wound on her left shoulder was still bleeding. Turning around, her black eyes were full of anger, she stretched out her hand, and hugged her domineeringly, and returned to the camp after a few ups and downs. When she reached the door of the tent, Wanqing saw that he was about to enter the tent, and she couldn't help feeling anxious: " Hey……"

"Shut up." Murong Lingyun's face could be shaved with a layer of frost, but Wanqing actually shut her mouth obediently.

When they arrived in the tent, fortunately the fire was still alive, Murong Lingyun stretched out his hand to tear off the clothes on Wanqing's shoulders, Wanqing flinched, looked at him warily and said, "What are you doing?"

With Murong Lingyun's finger pointing, Wanqing's whole body became stiff immediately, and she was furious in her heart. This man actually touched her acupuncture points, making her unable to move. She stared fiercely at the man in front of her who looked like an angry beast with his clear eyes. , opened his mouth, and was about to swear, but who knew he was a little bit more, but after talking for a long time, he couldn't utter a single word.

Murong Lingyun glared at her, self-consciously tore open her skirt, and boiled some hot water, but his hands and feet were extremely gentle to help her clean the wound, the close-fitting underwear was smashed by the bear's paw, and the pieces stuck to the flesh and blood. He rough-handedly wanted to pick out the tiny pieces, but he was afraid of hurting her. The more he did this, the more his fingers trembled. How could this man who killed people like hemp on the battlefield face such a small one? When he was wounded, he was flustered, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead, a few of which fell on his long black eyelashes, hanging on the verge of dripping, when he saw that drop of crystal clear sweat, the anger and humiliation in Wan Qing's heart was full of anger and humiliation. Dissipated, just stared blankly at this clumsy and somewhat timid man, blinked his eyes.

It's a pity that he just stared at her wound and didn't see her winking at him. He seemed to take a deep breath. Murong Lingyun took a handkerchief and dipped it in water, and carefully cleaned the wound, intending to wash it off with water. The rotten cloth towel that fell into the flesh, Wanqing gritted her teeth in pain, couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and glared at a timid man with bulging eyes. Damn, frying oil with a slow fire, it hurts to death, but it's just two pieces Little Rag, can't you hurry up, the slower you go, the more painful it will be.

Unexpectedly, when the man heard her sobbing, he shook his hand and poked Wanqing's brows into a frown. Looking at the flames in the room, she saw a pool of bright red, the blood dripping from Murong Lingyun's waist fell into the pool of blood, and there were small ripples in circles, she suddenly felt her nose a little sore, and sighed slightly , looking at him with clear eyes, full of encouragement and comfort.

However, to treat a small shoulder injury, it took one or two hours and half an hour, and it was a torment for both of them. After administering good medicine to Wanqing, Murong Lingyun copied her with both hands, and hugged her again. The bed was covered by the quilt, as cold as iron, she cast her eyes down and took a deep look at this stubborn little woman, frowning deeply, Wanqing took the opportunity to wink at him desperately, the corners of her mouth twitched again and again, her small face made a big smile. Murong Lingyun suddenly laughed out loud, his voice was hearty and carefree, while Wanqing was angry and anxious, but also a little dazed. The first time he saw this person, his laughter was also hearty. And let's be happy, it seems that it has been a long, long time since I have seen this man laugh so recklessly.

Seeing the softness quietly flowing in Wanqing's eyes, Murong Lingyun's body trembled, and he stopped laughing suddenly, a trace of moisture appeared in his black jade-like eyes, he stretched out his hand to release Wanqing's dumb acupoint, and his voice was a little hoarse : "I'll go and burn a stove for you."

After that, she ran outside as if escaping, Wanqing shouted from behind: "No need, I'm not cold." She actually wanted to say, you are hurt, take care of yourself first, I'm fine, but Murong Lingyun Hearing this, his body froze, he turned around and smiled self-deprecatingly, his brisk steps became heavy again, and he walked out resolutely.

Not long after, he turned back again, the wound on her waist seemed to have been treated hastily, Wanqing felt at ease, watching him put a self-made copper stove into her quilt with a straight face, and then stretched out his hand to untie her rest. Acupuncture point, silently turned and went out.

Wanqing couldn't help but asked, "Did you hurt yourself on purpose?"

Murong Lingyun's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he shot at Wanqing fiercely, Wanqing's body was free, her mouth could no longer speak, and her eyes became cold: "Even if you are hurt, I will not be grateful to you, it is you You pushed me into this dangerous situation, and you don't have to put on a show for me in the future, I won't be moved by you."

Murong Lingyun's anger was provoked by her again, the veins on his forehead burst out of anger, he slowly approached her step by step, with bloodthirsty anger in his eyes.

Wanqing looked at him without showing any weakness and said: "The place where the incident just happened is not far from the camp, you should have followed me as soon as I left the camp, otherwise, it would have been impossible to rush there by such a coincidence, besides That is, your guard is loyal to you, seeing you stepping into danger, how could he not come to rescue you, how could he open his eyes and see that you, the royal grandson of the great Rong, were injured and did not show up? Murong, your son The tricks are not very clever."

(End of this chapter)