Love in Xuancheng

Then her face sank slowly. The tea cup fell into the palm of her hand and was crushed. The blood flowed into her sleeve along her white as jade wrist. The old wound she had handled carelessly also burst. The pain of her palm pulled back Shen Xingyue's thoughts. She hurriedly lost the residue and fragments of the Cup Cup in her hand. Looking at the bloody hand in front of her, she frowned and took the wine out of the space, She held out her hand, turned her head, closed her eyes and poured the wine on her bloody hand for cleaning. The pain made her shiver and sweat.

When he saw Shen Xingyue's hand bleeding and injured, the little monk hurriedly turned to his ear chamber, turned over the white cotton cloth for dressing, and hurried over, but he was overwhelmed by the scene in front of him. He looked at the white cotton cloth in his hand, looked at Shen Xingyue, who was turning his head and punching her hand with wine, turned his head and looked at the abbot who was still kneeling on the ground, bent his head, scratched his forehead, pursed his mouth and locked his eyebrows, Tiptoe, he gently approached the table in front of Shen Xingyue, leaned over, stretched his arm, threw the white cotton cloth at the table and hurriedly returned. His expression seemed to be that he would eat him if he saw a flood and beast.

In the little monk's eyes, Shen Xingyue is more than a monster? In a few words, the venerable Abbot can return to the common customs. His words are very bold and have no fear. When he is injured, he washes and cleans with a whole pot of wine. It's painful to stick some medicinal wine and wipe it carefully. How cruel it is to wash the wound by himself! Doesn't she know it hurts? And the wine, spilling the wine in the meditation room!

All the actions of Shen Xingyue are shocking to a little monk! Everything is disrespectful to God and Buddha. They will be struck by thunder!

After the wine was poured out, Shen Xingyue shook her hand. The blood was still flowing. The corner of her eyes swept the white cotton cloth at the corner of the table. She looked up at the little monk standing by the door trembling. She glanced outside the door, shook her head reluctantly, grabbed the cloth strip and began to tangle. His mouth whispered: "you must not let shiyijian find that your hand is hurt. Thanks to the ointment he gave yesterday, it's really useful! Unfortunately, it's used up. I'll ask shiyijian for more points later."

The blood soon seeped out through the cotton cloth, dotted. Shen Xingyue held her hand wrapped into zongzi and looked at it leisurely in front of her eyes. She bit her lower lip and frowned, looking at the little monk, "is there any way to stop bleeding?"

The little monk's head shook like a rattle.

Shen Xingyue took a deep breath, turned her face and looked at the abbot who knelt on the ground for a long time. Her voice increased a little, "abbot, haven't you finished your confession? Why don't you pause first and pass my suffering before continuing?"

Hidden in the dark, Feng moye couldn't bear to watch Shen Xingyue get hurt and ignore it. Regardless of the consequences, he flashed out, pretended to have just arrived, and pushed the door into the meditation room.

When Shen Xingyue heard the news, she turned her head and glanced at the door. A familiar figure flashed into her sight. She was alert immediately. She quickly hid her hands wrapped in zongzi in her wide sleeves and got up slowly. She looked a little flustered. She laughed twice and asked, "what's the matter with the Lord?"

"What's going on? Someone is hurt?" Feng moye looked at the mess and asked faintly, but his face was black and frightening.

Shen Xingyue noticed the wine stains and blood stains on the ground and the residues and fragments of the tea cup. Suddenly a face of depression, it seems that there is no way to round the past, can only tell the truth. "It's all right, but the cup was accidentally broken and scratched his hand." the voice was very small and vague.

"Look at this king!" Feng moye has stood in front of her and is about to grab her hand to see. Shen Xingyue hurriedly stepped back a few steps, put his hand behind his back, and hurriedly said: "small injury, small injury, it's really all right, just cut a little skin, there's no need to see! I've just wrapped it up!"