The reborn concubine becomes a concubine

Chapter 129
In a blink of an eye, the two of them fought to the courtyard. Cui Shiyan's courtyard had planted a few sweet-scented osmanthus trees. At this time, the branches and leaves had grown very lush, and they rustled when the wind blew.

I saw two figures, one tall and one short, facing each other under the tree, waiting for the opportunity to move, but He Wei still couldn't help but strike first, he swung his sword sharply, the wind was blowing under his feet, dust seemed to flicker everywhere he ran.

With a wave of his long hand, the Qinghan sword in He Wei's hand drew a beautiful arc in the air, and the sword pointed directly at Cui Shiyan. His swordsmanship has always been straight and straight, obviously full of hostility, but it just makes people feel the integrity personality.

Cui Shiyan dodged sideways as early as the moment he made a move, missed a sword, and made another sword. Cui Shiyan warmed up just now, and now he also became addicted to swords. They all felt joyful, and He Wei didn't want to be soft and hard. He just wanted to see Cui Shiyan, but Suyuan had no choice but to bring him to the door again. After that, he was familiar with the road, and he could come by himself if he wanted to see Cui Shiyan, because she lives here.

And Cui Shiyan had a lot of troubles in her heart during this period, not to mention the troublesome existence of the prince, she seemed to have found a vent today, and expressed all the unhappiness of the past few days, which was quite happy.

It's just that she was a little too happy, and in the end, the extreme joy turned into sorrow, He Wei was stabbed a hole by her, Cui Shiyan immediately retracted the sword when she saw the situation, and walked to him quickly, "What's the matter?"

"No problem."

Both of them have forgotten the opportunity to fight. Cui Shiyan feels that fighting with He Wei is like "communicating" with him. He Wei has a bad mouth and often falls silent, but once he starts to fight, the whole person will become It was very different, as if he had become angry for a moment, just like today, Cui Shiyan felt that he was a little impatient at first, but after a while, he became calmer.

"I'll give you some medicine." The golden sore medicine that Yun Jingsheng gave her last time was not used up, Cui Shiyan remembered that the effect was not bad.

"Okay." Normally, He Wei wouldn't take this little injury to heart, but at this moment, facing Cui Shiyan's concern, he didn't want to refuse at all, and followed her into the house.

Seeing that there was no danger, Zhen'er Zhu'er had been watching the fun from the sidelines, but at this moment her eyesight was sharp, they didn't know the atmosphere between the two, but they could tell, they secretly covered their mouths and stood guard at the door, tacitly not do bother.

Cui Shiyan found out the ointment, He Wei's injury was on his shoulder, and he was sitting on the couch feeling a little restless, he didn't think too much about it just now, and now he still doesn't take off his clothes, he's really flustered, after all, he's a widow , and he is rarely so close to others.

"Let me see." Cui Shiyan seemed to have not realized this, and was about to take off He Wei's collar.

He Wei coughed lightly, her voice a little stiff, "I'll do it myself."

"It hurts?" Cui Shiyan heard his voice a little unnaturally, and thought the wound was deep.

He Wei turned his face away, not knowing what to say, so he could only take off his clothes, revealing his broad and strong shoulders, which had been cut with a small cut, and blood was oozing out, Cui Shiyan checked, it should be fine, it hurts Two or three days passed.

"Are you afraid of pain?" Cui Shiyan was still struggling with his tone just now.

"What do you think?" He Wei couldn't laugh or cry.

"I don't think so." That's right, He Wei's body is more than just such a small cut. His body is covered with wounds of all sizes. On windy days, it is inevitable to encounter accidents.

But Cui Shiyan couldn't help feeling a little distressed - he must be very lonely, she looked down at his slashed side face, being with Su Yuan these days had obviously weakened his killing spirit, under a pair of sword eyebrows, The eagle's eyes were bottomless, looking at it, Cui Shiyan felt that this face was more familiar.

(End of this chapter)