Peach Blossom

    "What else?" Jun Yao asked.

    Han Wang gathered up his courage and said, "I have questions, and I would like to ask my sister to clarify my doubts."

    Jun Yao frowned, seemingly unwilling. The King of Han was extremely sensitive. Seeing her embarrassed, he did not dare to force it, and was about to let go. Another wolf howl came from a distance. King Han shivered in fright, and hurriedly grasped the corner of his clothes tighter, looking at Jun Yao with his eyes full of desire.

    Jun Yao only felt that she really saved a little trouble.

      As soon as her injuries are better and she can walk on the ground, she will be sent back, and there will be no need to have anything to do with it from now on.

      , and then the arrow wound was quite deep, and it couldn't heal too quickly, it seemed bizarre. Once again, the mortal body of the little Highness must not eat food, and also need to find food for her.

    Jun Yao was born with wisdom, she is a loner, and has never taken care of mortals. This kind of planting is already troublesome, who knows that at the moment, I have to accompany His Highness to sleep.

    Jun Yao didn't answer for a long time, the King of Han was in a hurry, lest she would walk away, and said, "Just a few words, okay?"

    Her voice was soft and pleading.

    Jun Yao felt impatient and glanced at her. King Han called the indifference in her eyes to pierce a bit, and did not dare to ask again, she slowly let go, and the corner of her clothes slipped out of her palm.

    The King of Han was a little sad. First, she was afraid of the dark, and Sister Jun refused to accompany her. don't like her.

    It must be that she has too many things to do and she is bored. The King of Han was both sad and ashamed. It would be good if people were willing to save her, how could she cause trouble with others.

    Jun Yao lowered her head and glanced down, only to see the king of Han hanging his head, and the hand that was retracted was slightly at a loss to grasp the edge of the thin quilt, very pitiful.

    Little trouble. Jun Yao sighed in her heart and turned to go to the door.

     Fang wanted to push the door, when he heard the soft voice of the man behind him: "You rest early, thank you for saving my life, I, I will repay you."

    She has obviously comforted herself, no noise, no resentment, and sincere thanks to her. Jun Yao couldn't help but look back and saw that in the darkness, the little thing was resting on the porcelain pillow, with dark eyes glowing with water, looking at her, her eyes were like a tame little beast, clear and lovable.

    Jun Yao paused, and finally pushed the door and left.

    She is gone.

    It was dark again.

      She tried her best to restrain her mind, instead of thinking about the horror, she turned her mind to assassination.

    The only people who dared to stab the prince were those. Although King Han was a little more simple, he was not stupid. Thinking about it, you would know who they were. The soldiers in the palace must have lost a lot of money. When she returns, she needs to take care of her family members, and those who survive will also be given generously. And Sister Jun, I would like to thank her.

    I just don't know what she likes.

    There are not many people next to the King of Han, only the money is countless, and the only thing she can thank is the money from the land and the house. But when she thought of Jun Yao's cold temperament, she felt that she might not despise money.

    Han Wang was very worried. The breeze from the window suddenly blew into the room, and the candlelight was blown to and fro.

    Han Wang suddenly became anxious and stared at the flame, lest it be blown out by the wind. Fortunately, although the flame was weak, it was quite tenacious. The wind gradually subsided, and the crooked candle slowly stood up and continued to burn.

    Han Wang breathed a sigh of relief. It was only at this moment that she suddenly realized that the wolf howls that were far and near outside the house had never sounded again, and the insects had also stopped.

    Although the room was still dark, without these sounds, it would not be so scary.

     For breakfast the next day, it was still white porridge, except for a plate of crunchy pickled radish. Jun Yao held the porridge and Han Wang held the spoon, filling her stomach quickly.

    Jun Yao still didn't talk to her. After feeding, she was going to leave. Han Wang hurriedly took the opportunity to ask, "Do you know how my servants are doing?"

    "No problem." Jun Yao replied.

    Han Wang calmed down: "That's good."

    According to common sense, she should report to the government and send someone to greet her, but she is seriously injured and needs someone to take care of her.

    The King of Han did not mention it, and Junyao knew why, let alone.

    The king of Han felt more and more that although sister Jun didn't like words, she looked cold, but she was kind. She knew her identity and never asked why the King of Han was actually a daughter, nor did she want to drive her away, nor did she ask for any thanks.

    She lives in the mountains, with simple food and clothing. She is afraid that she is a hermit. Most of the time she saved her because she had a good heart and did not ask for anything in return.

    Han Wang felt that Jun Yao was very good, and couldn't help being curious about her.

    People are not born hermits, they live in the mountains. Why is Sister Jun in the mountains, and why is she alone?

    Han Wang's head was full of questions.

    Jun Yao had thought so much in her little head.

    She has never healed mortals, but after a thousand years, she has seen several times how wounded monks healed in Guangping Temple. The wound needs to be applied with herbal medicine and then bandaged with cotton cloth. The morning medicine should be changed every two or three days to maintain the medicinal properties.

    Jun Yao did as she did in order not to make the King of Han suspicious.

    In the evening, she took the herbal medicine and cotton cloth to Hanwang's room.

      came with her.

     Her every move was in Jun Yao's eyes. Seeing her like this, she shook her head helplessly and said, "I'll change medicines with Your Highness."

    Han Wang nodded and said very politely: "You Lao sister."

    Jun Yao nodded slightly to show her return, and other than that, she didn't say much. He knelt down and sat in front of the couch, lifted the thin quilt, and went to untie the belt of the King of Han.

    Han Wang only wore a middle coat, and there was nothing inside. The belt was undone, and the placket was opened, revealing the white skin. The King of Han blushed and murmured that he didn't know what to do.

    They are all women, and Sister Jun is changing her dressing. Dressing is serious business, very serious, she should be more serious, but for some reason, King Han is very shy, she is low-hanging When he closed his eyes, he didn't dare to speak or look at Jun Yao, his cheeks were hot and hot, as if they were about to burn.

    Jun Yao was originally focused on his subordinates, and the little prince was a woman, so it seemed to be fine at first glance, and she changed the clothes that were stained with blood on her body. I have seen it once before. Again, it's normal.

    King Han didn't dare to look up, Jun Yao narrowed her eyes and only looked at the wound.

    The wound was very deep, and as soon as the cotton cloth was opened, the blood was blurred. With a mortal body, the instant the arrow was hit, the pain was so severe that it was difficult for His Highness to endure it without uttering a single sound of pain.

    In order to change the medicine, the old one needs to be removed, and the wound must be touched. Jun Yao reminded: "Your Highness, please be patient for a moment."

    Han Wang immediately recalled the pain when he was hit by the arrow, his face turned pale, and he still nodded bravely.

    Jun Yao eased her movements, twisted the veil, and wiped the wound. As soon as the handkerchief touched the wound, King Han's shoulders trembled, and his flesh shrank. Jun Yao was ruthless, and without stopping, she gently wiped the remaining wound medicine. The King of Han hissed and breathed softly, then bit his lip hurriedly.

    The water that I brought to clean the wound has turned a layer of blood, and the wound is finally cleaned up, and the new medicine can be used. King Han never cried out in pain, but couldn't help crying.

     Jun Yao's men stopped and went to see the King of Han.

    Wang Wang was afraid that she would be worried, so he opened his mouth to comfort her, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't help choking: "No...it doesn't hurt..." As he said, tears rolled down.

    The author has something to say:

    Han Wang shy face: So shy, A Yao looked at him.

    It's still a short gentleman, let's take a look.