The eldest princess is a captive and the abstinent official is seductive

Wen Jin was silent for a while: "I will do him good, so I can rest assured."

"I have nothing to worry about. As long as you think you can afford the consequences." Yan Qing sneered and said calmly, "Take the ointment yourself and apply it after bathing. Don't let me do it again." The palace is a beautiful place to see.”

Wen Jin hummed, turned around and walked out.

Waiting outside the palace were four maids, whom Ji Weiyu had left to Yan Qing.

"Please bring me some water." When Wen Jin spoke to them, her tone was gentle, not condescending, and there was a sense of alienation in her politeness, "Thank you."

The maids were flattered and quickly lowered their heads and responded: "Sir, please wait a moment."

They felt that Mr. Wen was really a personable person, with no airs at all, and he was so approachable to everyone. He was really a rare gentle man.

Wen Jin turned around and walked out of the hall. He didn't care what others thought of him.

Not long after, two other maids came in, holding brand new mattresses and pillows in their hands. They entered the sleeping room and replaced everything on the bed.

During this period, Wen Jin stood in front of the window and waited quietly, with a slender figure, picturesque eyebrows, and a noble and upright gentleman's demeanor everywhere in his body.

It seems that just standing there quietly is the most beautiful landscape painting.

Four maids came in with hot water and quickly filled the tub behind the screen.

When the last maid left, she couldn't help but say: "Young Master, it's wonderful."

Wen Jin turned around and nodded to the other party: "Thank you."

In front of anyone, even the humblest maid, Wen Jin can maintain an impeccable gentlemanly demeanor, calm and calm, like a spring breeze. Although the smile never reaches his eyes, the title of Mr. Wen Run is never out of thin air. Come.

Except in front of Yan Qing, even if he is extremely restrained, he can always resist showing his true emotions of joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

After bathing, wearing only a white coat, Wen Jin walked out and took the ointment to Nuange.

Yan Qing was leaning against the window and meditating. She didn't speak to him the whole time and had nothing to say.

However, not long after, she thought of something, and stood up and walked to the cubicle carefully.

Wen Jin was half lying on the bed, with his pants down to the crooks of his legs, but he could clearly see the red, swollen, blue and purple wounds on his fair buttocks and legs.

The skin was broken in several places and blood oozed out.

If an injury like this were placed on an ordinary man, he would probably be so painful that he could walk away, but he looked like a normal person with no trace of his abnormality.

Yan Qing walked over, and Wen Jin, who was about to apply the medicine, suddenly raised his eyes, then reached out and pulled the quilt to cover herself.

His face turned slightly pale, he lowered his head and said, "House."

"Let me take a look."

Wen Jin's hand holding the ointment tightened slightly: "It's ugly, don't stain your eyes."

Yan Qing stood aside, murmuring, and just looking at him.

Wen Jin took a deep breath and remained in a stalemate for a while, then reached out and pulled away the quilt.

"You're quite forbearing." Yan Qing took a look and saw that it was really a mess. It was hard for him to act as if nothing was wrong. "It should be very comfortable to ride around on a horse with such an injury."

Wen Jin said nothing.

It is not a glorious thing to suffer the injuries caused by oneself.

Besides, flesh wounds were never something worth taking seriously to him.

"Need my help?"

"놊, 놊Yes." Wen Jin shook his head consciously, closed his eyes and hesitated for a moment, hoping silently in his heart, and finally decided to do it by himself, "I can do it myself."

Yan Qing didn't say anything, took the ointment from his hand, dug out a piece of ointment with a bamboo slice, "Lie down."

Wen Jin was startled and lay on the bed blankly. There seemed to be a sudden surge of heat in his heart, like a huge wave. The heat rushed to his eyes, and the surge was so strong that he could not resist it.

Taking a gentle breath, Wen Jin bit her lip, silently telling herself that the palace cared about him.

This fact is enough to make all the hard work in the past few days come to nothing.

Wen Jin lay on the pillow, feeling ashamed and a little palpitating for a moment. The heat waves in his heart were overwhelming one after another, and his heart was full of mixed feelings. He only breathed gently to let his vulnerability show out.

Dian 떘 hates him showing his weak side.

The cool feeling penetrated into the skin, relieving the heartbreaking pain, and the indescribable taste surged into her heart. In the end, Wen Jin couldn't hold it back, and her eyes turned red uncontrollably.

He felt that he must have held it in for too long and suppressed his emotions too hard. As for the slightest tenderness, he was instantly defeated and his grace was completely lost.

Her soft and slender fingers opened his legs and applied ointment to every injured area. The inner legs were particularly serious. Yan Qing applied an extra layer of ointment.

Wen Jin was very quiet, and she didn't know whether the slight trembling of her body was caused by pain or from emotional control.

Yan Qing just knows.

After applying the medicine, there is still some ointment left in the box.

Yan Qing threw the box on the bedside, "You can deal with the injuries on your hands yourself."

After saying this, she turned around and walked out.

Wen Jin held the ointment, with the warmth of her palm still remaining on it. He put the ointment on his cheek, lying on his stomach moving, immersed in the tenderness just now, and thought about it.

Temple.

Wen Jin looked outside, with deep emotions rolling in his eyes.

Yan Qing walked to the outer hall and went to wash and change clothes.

Wen Jin lay on the bed alone for a while. Although he had been very tired for the past two days and his body had not recovered yet, he felt particularly awake at this time.

After the medicine had penetrated into his body, Wen Jin got up and tidied his clothes. He also applied medicine on his hands, and the fragrance of ointment lingered on his body.

He walked to the window, stretched out his hand to push it open, and looked at the night outside quietly. His eyes were dark, and his elegant eyebrows were quiet and peaceful.

After standing in front of the window for a long time, the anxiety and anxiety of the past few days had completely calmed down. Wen Jin closed his eyes and stood quietly against the wall.

The evening breeze brushed across his cheeks, blowing up his hair.

As time passed, Wen Jin turned his head to look at the outer hall, and a trace of hesitation appeared on his face, but the hesitation did not last long. He quickly walked out.

His footsteps were very light, silent like a night spirit.

Yan Qing had just fallen asleep on the bed. There was only one light left in the bedroom, and the light was a little dim. A breath slowly approached, and the familiar breath was mixed with the fragrance of ointment. Yan Qing, who always slept lightly, woke up naturally.

But she didn't say anything, just lying there motionless.

Wen Jin walked to the bed, and in the dim light in the hall, he looked at Yan Qing lying on the bed, his eyes fell on her arm, he couldn't help wanting to reach out and lift her sleeve, but he didn't dare to wake her up.

Wen Jin's eyes moved slightly and fell on Yan Qing's face, the deep and strong emotions in his eyes were like dark clouds, venting in this quiet night, boundless, like a huge wave.

Wen Jin couldn't help but be a little distracted.

After standing for an unknown period of time, he lowered his eyes, slowly knelt down in front of the bed, and lay on the edge of the bed, like a pet close to people looking for warmth.

Hall.

Calling these two words silently seemed to make people completely relax, and their hearts were full and safe.