After half a stick of incense, Xiao Qi pushed open the door of the room again, his face became cold again, his mouth slightly pursed, and he walked in with his eyes down. His hair was wet, and his face might have been covered with cold water, and he was a little blue. He arrived at the warm room.

It was only a little bit relaxed.

Qing Jiu was stunned for a moment, and his hand placed on his knee curled up slightly. The cleaned hand wounds cracked and blood oozed out.

Xiao Qi was stunned, walked over quickly, knelt on one knee again, holding her hands, and frowned.

She looked down at him, "Didn't you go and get the water? Where is the water?"

Xiao Qi's hand froze, and his hand was still holding her bloody little hand, and he paused, "...I forgot, I'll bring it now."

"No."

Qing Jiu lowered his eyes, "That's it, the wound has been cleaned."

Xiao Qi didn't say anything, and nodded almost without checking it. He took the healing medicine and carefully applied it to her hands, wrapped it in gauze, and his movements were smooth and skillful, unlike the first time he bandaged the wound. Qing Jiu was stunned.

Looking at his smart and slender fingers, he was born in the imperial family and later became an emperor for so many years. Even if he was injured, he didn't need to do it himself. After coming here, he never saw him injured. So, why did he

Will you be so familiar with bandaging?

"You..." She hesitated for a while, looked up at the man who was bandaging the bottle of medicine, "How could you bandage it?"

"..." Xiao Qi's back stiffened.

"It's okay if you don't want to say it." She actually regretted it after asking.

Xiao Qi put the blood-stained gauze and the healing medicine bottle on the tray, picked it up, paused in front of her for a moment, and then slowly said: "When I was very young... I often bandaged my wounds myself, but I forgot when I got used to it.

It won't fall off." After saying that, he didn't wait for Qing Jiu to ask again, and walked out, but his back looked a little cold and thin. The moment he turned around, Qing Jiu obviously saw a very subtle feeling on his face.

Sadness.

Qing Jiu was stunned for a moment and looked at the closed door.

When I was very young?

Was he often injured at that time?

She suddenly remembered what Mu Yan'er said to her in Xiyan Palace. His mother was because of Mu Yan'er's mother's jealousy... Later, she heard that she was crazy and even committed suicide.

No one could hurt him, except? Her heart suddenly twitched, and an indescribable emotion hit her heart. She sighed and stared at the direction of the door.

She knew he hadn't left, and was outside the door. He said he would take care of her and would take care of her.

But... he obviously wanted to pull the long distance to make her sad.

I couldn't help but lower my head and touched my stomach. I knew it had not yet formed, but I just wanted to talk to it, "Baby, your father must be very sad now." How could she make him not feel sad?

She tilted her head and saw the tea cup beside her, which was filled with cold tea. She walked over, looked at her bandaged hands, carefully picked up the tea cup, took two steps back, and then loosened her hands, "Bang"

With a click, the teacup fell to the ground, making a violent sound, breaking into countless pieces.

The next moment, the door of the room was immediately pushed open.

Xiao Qi's figure appeared at the door. He stood against the light, and the cold sunlight hit him, unable to see his face clearly.

Qing Jiu didn't look at him, turned his back to him, lowered his head, and his small figure looked very lonely.

"What's wrong?"

Xiao Qi walked over and raised his hand to comfort her, but he stopped only one inch away from her body, held his five fingers and took it back. She was like poison, he couldn't touch it, and once it touched it, it would be better.

I can't look back.

Qing Jiu shook his head muffled, just looking at his hand, and his voice was low, "I want to drink water, but my hands can't use force..."

She raised her head, her eyes filled with sadness, "Am I disabled?"

The expression in her eyes was too helpless. Xiao Qi's heart ached and his heart was full of pain, but he still forced himself to face a cold face and shook his head stiffly: "How could it be? It's just temporary. It's fine when the wound heals.

.”

"But I want to drink water."

"...I'll go and pour it for you."

Xiao Qi walked to the table and then remembered that the teacup was broken, "I'll go and boil a pot again."

An hour later, Qing Jiu looked at the teapot and cups that were brought back to him, and sat up there, obediently, raised his head, his eyes full of innocence, and he didn't say anything, but raised his hands that were bandaged like a small steamed bun.

.

Xiao Qi was stunned and consciously poured out a cup of tea.

The hot tea water turned into a white mist when it encountered the air, and the tea fragrance overflowed.

Qing Jiu leaned over and sniffed it, couldn't help but praise: "It smells so good..."

Xiao Qi was satisfied when he saw that she was satisfied and breathed a sigh of relief.

But before she could finish her breathing, she heard her say, "It's just a pity that it's too hot."

He was stunned: "Wait a little longer and you can drink it."

"But I want to drink now." Qing Jiu raised his head, and there was no emotion in his dark eyes. He just tilted his head and bent the corner of his mouth towards him: "So, please help me blow the cool."

Xiao Qi was stunned, "Blow cool?"

"Yes, the priest doesn't want to? Well, that's why I'm thirsty." She spread her hands, very innocent.

Sitting there straight, with both hands on my knees, I looked like I was injured anyway, so if you don't care, let me fend for myself.

Xiao Qi stared at the tea, feeling that it looked like a dragon's nest, but she still couldn't bear to be really thirsty. After a moment of silence, she picked up the teacup and moved very slowly to half an inch to her lips, and blew it slightly.

Le Chuan. Qingjiu tilted his head to look at him. I wonder if it was because of the tea. She felt that his face seemed to be red, and even the tips of his ears were blushing. He took advantage of his white jade-like face, which was extremely delicate.

nice.

Qing Jiu tilted his head and looked at him like this.

Why didn’t I think he was so beautiful? How could he be so beautiful?

Xiao Qi was stared at by her eating fruits like this, and her hands holding the teacup became more and more at a loss. She lowered her eyebrows and eyes, her mind was full of her eyes staring at him. Her dark eyes were so focused and so lethal.

People are deeply trapped in it...

"Blow, blow it cool." He felt that time was passing so slowly, like a torture, which made his forehead sweat.

When the tea finally became less hot, he quickly put it down and murmured in a hoarse voice.

"It's cold..." Qing Jiu dragged his chin with his elbow, retracted his gaze from his face and moved to the tea in front of him, saying in a difficult situation: "That's it?"

"Hmm?" Xiao Qi just breathed a sigh of relief. When he heard this, he was stunned and looked at her.

She frowned slightly and raised her eyes innocently: "But why do I still look so hot? So..."

"so?"

"So, you can try it for me first."

"Try it?" Xiao Qi was stunned, his face looked unbelievable.

"No? Is it hot if I taste the water? If it's hot, then I hurt my hands and mouth again. Wouldn't it be a bit miserable? Well? What do you think, priest?"
Chapter completed!