Chapter 7

Pieces of roses floated on the water, bright red petals, and the beautiful skin was like cream, which complemented each other. Ye Lan, who was taking a bath, was too lazy to lean on the edge of the bucket, and swayed the water every once in a while.

She is as delicate as a hibiscus, misty, her beauty is like a dream.

Suddenly, Ye Lan stopped the movement in her hands, her eyes became sharp, and in the strong fragrance of flowers, she smelled something strange - it was the smell of blood!

She was alert to the movement around her.

The room was eerily quiet, the candles crackled occasionally, the cold wind came in and out through the tight windows, the bead curtains swayed, ding and ding.

All these sounds were in Ye Lan's ears.

"Ding dong..."

A drop of water fell from the beam to the surface of the water, and a circle of red ripples swayed...

This is... blood!

Ye Lan's eyes widened, and when she looked up, another drop of blood fell—there was someone on the roof!

She flew up, pulled down a gauze curtain to wrap herself, put on a white fox fur, broke through the window, followed the beams and pillars in the corridor, and fell to the roof.

The whole action was completed in one go, as fast as lightning, so that the man in black on the roof had no time to react.

"Who are you? What is your purpose in my yard?"

Ye Lan's eyes were sharp, her voice was three feet frozen, and the man in black was startled. This little woman seemed to be soft and weak, but she was extraordinary and powerful.

He stabilized his breath, drew his sword and slashed, Ye Lan jumped, dodged the sword wind, and landed three meters away from the man in black.

The white fox fur was picked off by the tip of the knife and shattered into two halves.

The cold wind blew, only half of the gauze curtain covered her body, the gauze fluttered, and the snow-white skin was exposed, which was no different from the snow under the night sky.

The man in black quickly covered his eyes and whispered, "See no evil! See no evil..."

Ye Lan is not strict, she just finds it funny, this ancient person is really stupid.

Her eyes sank, she bent down at the right moment, stretched out her foot and shoveled, pieces of blue tiles flew out, killing the man in black like a dart.

The man reacted quickly, rolled over his robe, the tiles cracked and shattered, he flew up again, and ran out of the peach forest.

"Want to escape!?"

Ye Lan caught up, entangled with the man in black, and it was difficult to compete for a while.

"You're injured, you can't escape!"

The man in black didn't say a word, just snorted coldly, as if mocking Ye Lan's overreaching. His wrist kept swinging, the sword flipped over, and the shadow of the blade was dazzling, forcing Ye Lan to step back.

But he was not reluctant to fight, and after the timely withdrawal, the man retreated into the distance.

Ye Lan looked at the man's back coldly, the corners of his mouth twitched, and a faint smile appeared. The man in black fled a few steps, and suddenly, he struggled to stand up, but his body trembled and squatted in place.

Ye Lan flew down in front of the man.

"You... cheating!" He gritted his teeth, looked up at Ye Lan, and then pulled out the silver needle stabbed at Quchi.

Ye Lan ignored it, tied the man to the pillar of the house, and tore off the man's mask, revealing a handsome face.

The candlelight in the hall was weak, and the profile of the man's profile was resolute, showing stubbornness and arrogance. Under the thick eyelashes, the bright eyes were sharp and murderous.

He stared for a while, only to realize that Ye Lan was wearing thin clothes and was rude. He couldn't help blinking his eyes awkwardly and lowered his head.

Ye Lan noticed that the man's face was blushing, sneered, and approached him.

Suddenly, she bent down and approached, "What do I ask, you'd better answer honestly, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" The man met Ye Lan's eyes coldly, "If you want to kill or cut, whatever!"

The two were very close, their breath was hazy, and the scent of a woman's body lingered on the tip of the nose. The black-clothed man's gaze stopped on Ye Lan's white neck for a while, and he quickly moved away.

His face turned redder.

Ye Lan suddenly pulled away, stood a few steps away and looked at the man, his embarrassed and shy look, like a willful child, is really cute.

She curled the corners of her mouth, half-smiling, "Interesting!"

"You have fallen into my hands, and you are still stubborn?"

"If I hadn't been injured, would I have lost to you a mere third-order spirit?"

Ye Lan snorted coldly, "If you lose, you will lose!"

The black-clothed man was cold, as if he didn't want to meet Ye Lan, an intermediary girl.

"Are you the Ye family?"

The man cherished his words like gold and did not respond.

Ye Lan wasn't annoyed either, sneering and provocatively saying, "Look at you being serious, like a gentleman, but you're just sane."

"Stop spitting people out there!"

"Oh? Is there?" Ye Lan leaned closer, exhaling like a blue, "Who was that peeping on the roof while I was bathing?"

The man was speechless for a while, his pale face blushed due to blood loss, and he looked annoyed, "I don't know how offended the girl is for bathing in the house."

When he spoke, his breath was strained, and his face was pale. He could still survive the serious injury, and he would have died if he were an ordinary person.

The misunderstanding between the two was eliminated, and the atmosphere in the room eased slightly.

Ye Lan felt that it was important to heal him first.

"You're not seriously injured, I'll take care of the wound for you first."

She turned around to get the sewing box, but heard a cold snort behind her, "What is this injury?"

Ye Lan paused, continued walking around the table, and took out the sewing box.

"Even if it's a small injury, the infection is very serious." Ye Lan loosened the man's restraints and helped him lie down on the bed, "If tetanus is infected, it can kill people overnight."

"Tetanus? Infection?"

Ye Lan coughed lightly, only to realize that she was in ancient times, and the people here didn't know modern medical knowledge.

The man looked at Ye Lan fascinated, his face was stunning, with soft curves, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

She was saving him, stitching the exposed wounds of bones for him, just like a living Bodhisattva, but the coldness in her bones seemed to come from a purgatory Asura.

"Who are you from the Ye family?"

"A concubine."

"Concubine?" The man shook his head weakly, "I don't think so, no matter your behavior or spiritual power, you should be a direct-born young lady."

Ye Lan sneered without saying a word, and wringed out the towel to wipe the blood on the man's body.

"However, how can the young lady do the work of treating wounds? These tasks should be done by subordinates... It's strange..." The man's words were vague, and Ye Lan realized that he had developed a high fever.

She followed the wound on the man's arm and found that the connection of the elbow had been completely broken, and the synovial fluid at the joint had overflowed, resulting in an inflammatory reaction.

To cool down the temperature, you must first reduce the inflammation.

However, what can this Fengtian Continent use to reduce fever and reduce inflammation?

Ye Lan looked up at the window, and the snow began to fall again.

In the early morning, a ray of sunshine shone down on Peach Blossom Building.

Under the peach tree, a towering pile of snow drifted suddenly.

The man woke up, wiped the snow off his face, and saw that most of his body was buried in the snow.

Did the woman bury him alive?

He moved his neck, and on one side he saw Ye Lan lying asleep on the snow wrapped in a white fox robe.

She stayed all night? The man's heart skipped a beat.

Aware of the sight, Ye Lan suddenly opened his eyes, and the bright eyes flashed with a cold edge, dazzling the morning light that was already overflowing in the man's eyes.

"Awake?" Ye Lan lifted the man up and shook off the snow, "Let me see your injury."

The man opened Ye Lan's hand to support him, deliberately keeping a distance from her, and didn't turn his head to look at the snowdrifts.

Ye Lan saw the man's displeasure, and knew a thing or two in her heart, "You blame me for burying you in the snow?"

"Last night you had a high fever, and the snow can cool down."

The man was cold and arrogant.

Ye Lan didn't look at the man again, turned around and went back to the house, "Since your injury is healed, let's go."

She pointed to the peach forest: "Along this path, you will see a fence, turn over and you will reach the main street."

Ye Lan stood outside the door and pushed open the door.

The sun came in from the outside, the weak body was stretched on the ground, the halo slanted down, and there was snow flying. She was a lonely shadow, but it was lively because of another tall figure that suddenly appeared.

She turned around abruptly and pointed her sword at the person behind her.