Chapter 4633

Zhuang Qingyun wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word. He just kept thinking about what Mo Siyu had said to him in an infinite loop: After a while, Madam's hair will fall off!

Zhuang Qingyun looked at Zhuang Xiaoyu's black hair in a bun, and couldn't imagine how Qin Wuyan would collapse after this black hair fell off.

Zhuang Qingyun could only pretend not to notice, and said: "The branches here are full of leaves, my clothes were caught by the branches just now, and they were also scratched."

Qin Wuyan pursed his thin lips tightly, without saying a word, lifted up his robe embroidered with dark auspicious cloud patterns with gold and silver threads, and wrapped it tightly around Zhuang Xiaoyu.

The man didn't dare to move his eyes to other places, he carefully focused on the person in his arms for a moment, wrapped Zhuang Xiaoyu's somewhat messy hair with a handkerchief, carried Zhuang Xiaoyu in his arms and hurried away, and hurriedly got into the carriage. .....

Back at the priest's mansion, Qin Wuyan put Zhuang Xiaoyu into a basin full of medicinal juice to soak as usual, unraveled her bun, dipped a peach-wood comb in the medicinal juice, and combed her hair.

I can only see the black hair entangled on the wooden teeth of the mahogany comb, the more you comb down, the more hair on the wooden teeth, the black mass is shocking.

Qin Wuyan didn't dare to continue combing anymore, he threw the mahogany comb aside, gently dried Zhuang Xiaoyu's hair with a dry cotton cloth, and tied her hair loosely in a bun, just as he was going to do to her Scrub clean and pick up from the tub.

Turning around, I saw two lines of blood and tears dripping from Zhuang Xiaoyu's eyes.

The candlelight was faint, and through the screen and the rising mist, the vision was a bit dim.

Qin Wuyan frantically wiped off the blood and tears on her face with a cotton cloth, that pale face was inlaid with black and blue eye sockets, without makeup, Zhuang Xiaoyu's lips were not as moist as the water in the daytime, gray and pale , like a piece of dead meat cooked in boiling water.

Without the slightest vitality and vitality.

Qin Wuyan stared at Zhuang Xiaoyu for a while, went back to the bedroom, took out the medicine bottle Mo Siyu gave her, scrubbed her face with the juice, put two more drops in her eyes, stopped After soaking in blood, Zhuang Xiaoyu was picked up from the medicine barrel, dried and placed on the bed.

Qin Wuyan lay by Zhuang Xiaoyu's side, feeling all hopeless and unprecedentedly exhausted.

The long, long wait, the helplessness and pain from disappointment to despair again and again, tore his heart to pieces like sharp claws.

He didn't know how long he hadn't closed his eyes, he looked sideways at Zhuang Xiaoyu, tightly held her cold fingers under the quilt, and closed his eyes...

The night wind was cold, and the window that was not closed was blown open, and a woman with disheveled hair floated in, hovered in front of the bed, and faintly called Qin Wuyan's name: "A Yan, A Yan."

The woman's voice is ethereal and ethereal, as if it is close to the ear, but also seems to be far away in the sky, it seems that the whole room is filled with her voice, and it seems that it is only whispering in the ear.

Qin Wuyan was awakened, and slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a figure in a white robe. She was facing the cold moonlight shining in from the window, her long black hair was falling like a waterfall, and she was covered by the cold The night wind blows away...

Even though he couldn't see the woman's real face clearly, and could only vaguely make out the outline of the woman in the darkness, Qin Wuyan still recognized the woman in front of him as Zhuang Xiaoyu at a glance.