Chapter 409

Unexpectedly, Miss Wan Xi is so righteous to support him. She is really a good girl with responsibility and responsibility!

Chao San doesn't know whether he should worry about mulberry or be happy?!

Seeing that Zhao Wanxi arrived at the gate of yunshang palace, she stopped because her maid told her that the emperor was inside. In this case, of course, she should not go in to disturb the emperor and Princess Yun's elegance!

Turn around and go, but aimlessly.

Zhao Wanxi doesn't know where else to go!

Chao San's haunted figure reappeared in front of her eyes, lowered her voice and begged again: "my subordinate, girl Wanxi, come back with me! My Lord said If I can take people back, he will consider letting his subordinates study with Miss Wanxi. "

"Did he really say that?"

Zhao Wanxi's suspicious eyes are fixed on Chao San, who is not good at lying.

"What I have said is true. Besides My subordinates are still injured. If I don't go back to deal with it, I'm afraid the wound will fester and it will be difficult to deal with it. "

Chao San cleans his throat unnaturally and coaxes Zhao Wanxi back with his own wound as an excuse, which makes him feel embarrassed.

Zhao Wanxi can't see his careful thinking, but Chao San is also telling the truth. If his wound is not treated in time, the fever caused by the infection will hurt her even more.

Besides, besides going back to Qionghua palace, she seems to have no place to go now.

But go back like this, let her face where to put?

Zhao Wanxi coughed softly, pretending to be calm: "OK! I'll go back to Qionghua palace to deal with your wound first. "

"Thank you very much, Miss Wanxi."

Chao San's voice is deep, but it's not hard to hear the words. The air flow is very loose and the mouth is long.

As soon as the people at the gate of Qionghua palace saw Zhao Wanxi and Chao San, they rushed in. It was obvious that they went to communicate.

"Chao San, take me to your room and I'll help you with the wound."

In a daze, he pointed to the striking soft couch in the main hall and said, "Miss Wan Xi, you don't need any trouble. I'll just apply some medicine powder here and deal with it."

Zhao Wanxi can see that he is to avoid suspicion, and she doesn't want to give Chao San any more trouble, so she agrees with him.

Chao San takes off his coat and lies on the soft couch. Zhao Wanxi takes the wound medicine and cotton yarn and begins to help him apply the medicine.

"Well Cough... "

Deliberately low cough sound, Leng Jun Ao Xin long tall body, with the pressure of forcing people, is walking towards the direction of soft couch.

Zhao Wanxi's face was expressionless, and she even gave him a look.

Lying on the bed, Chao San was obviously stiff. He wanted to get up, but was pressed down by the woman's little hand.

"Where's the plaster! Don't move -- "

Leng junao's mellow voice followed closely:" Xi'er told you to lie down, and you'd better lie down. "

Facing three lie on the couch, respectfully reply: "yes, sir."

There is a bright sun outside the hall, but the atmosphere inside the hall is inexplicably full of strange cold. Zhao Wanxi's catkin swam gently on Chao San's injured back, and Leng junao's eyes also moved with the woman's hand.

Although Chao San was lying on his stomach, he could feel the sharp cold awn on his back. Finally, he coughed softly: "cough Miss Wanxi, you can do it! I'm a rough man. I can apply the medicine casually. I don't need to be so meticulous. "

Zhao Wanxi did not respond or speak, but carefully dealt with every injury on his back before she would give up.