Chapter 1192

Su Ye has a momentary headache.

Why is this the time?

She was also going to talk to him about his injury.

While he was thinking about it, Su Qing suddenly raised his eyelids and looked at the woman.

His red eyes stared at the woman.

Three seconds later, the woman suddenly curled up in pain, her body began to twitch, and her look was in a trance and shaky

"Oh!"

As soon as Su Ye released the woman's hand, she caught the woman again the next second.

Seeing that she was in a trance and her pupils were lax, she pinched an ice needle and put it into the woman's wrist.

Finally, the woman gradually woke up, sweating and panting.

Just looking at Su Qing was amazing, and it turned into panic in the twinkling of an eye.

He stepped back two steps and shrank behind Su Ye

"Thank you for saving me."

She was unstable and obviously couldn't hold on. Su Ye helped her to one side and asked her to sit down on the stone bench.

As soon as the woman sat down, she heard a smile from someone on the imperial concubine's couch

"I don't know. Madam is so kind-hearted and fraternal."

The handsome and strange face was smiling. Even if it didn't reach the bottom of your eyes, it still made people feel very good-looking.

As soon as the voice fell, Su Ye finally couldn't help saying

"If you have the strength to say this, you might as well care more about your hand."

The voice fell, and Su Ye's eyes focused on his bleeding hand.

Feihan stood there with a bottle of medicine for a long time, trying to give Su Qing medicine.

Holding a cotton cloth to wipe the blood off his hands.

But the blood doesn't know how. It's still coming out after wiping for a long time.

Especially when the wound was deep and the flesh was blurred, he couldn't hold his strength.

Only gently put the cotton cloth in Suqing's hand, and there was a embarrassed look on that always indifferent face.

Su Qing also fell into his own hands with Su Ye's attention.

He smiled, as before, in a low, lazy voice

"The ugly wound frightened the lady?"

As he spoke, he gently grasped the cotton cloth in his hand.

Then the hand was put away and blocked by the wide robe.

His voice was very light, and his red eyes looked at her

"Madam, since you don't like me to attract your attention in this way, it's easy to do it without seeing it."

He didn't care about the blood on the cuffs of the gold embroidered thread. Soon his eyelids dropped and leaned against the imperial concubine's couch, half closing his eyes.

He is always cruel to others and even more cruel to himself.

It was so cruel that the whole heart of Suye was in pain.

Su ye went to the imperial concubine's couch. There was no mood fluctuation on her face, and her face was wooden.

She sat down in front of the imperial concubine's bed, reached out and clutched his wrist, pulling out the injured hand again.

When she took out the cotton cloth that was all wet again in his hand, she looked at the more serious erosion wound.

She knew it was a bitter meat trick.

If you really want to let him not treat himself so rudely in his life once and for all, you should be cruel and really pretend to see nothing and do other things.

Let him know that such an approach is useless to her.

After a long time, it will not be done again.

But if he did, he would be really sad.

She took a clean cotton cloth from Feihan's hand and covered it in his palm.

Su Qing didn't speak, just let her do anything to him.