ninth junior sister

Chapter 39

That last sentence instantly disintegrated the amazement in Zi Chan's eyes. He frowned, and couldn't help but said, "Can you stop talking like this?"

Ling Xiaoruo froze for a while when she heard that the hand that pushed away the barb was a little bit, she turned her eyes to stare at Zi Chan, and Zi Chan also looked at the two of them, when Zi Chan thought she would answer yes, she heard her reply firmly: "cannot!"

"You..." Zi let out a rough breath, and became angry again.

Ling Xiaoruo lowered her eyes to stare at Zichan's wound and picked up the thorns meticulously and deftly. When she finished picking the thorns, she took an embroidery needle and a piece of thin white thread and appeared in front of Zichan.

Seeing this, Zichan asked in surprise, "What are you going to do again?"

Why is she acting so weird?Having lived so long, I have never seen a doctor treat a wound like this.

Ling Xiaoruo raised his eyebrows, and replied: "Didn't I tell you that the combination of Chinese and Western medicine is effective? I want to suture your wound under the skin, so that your attractive and smooth chest will not leave any traces! "

"Subcutaneous suturing?" Hearing this, Zichan's black eyes shone brightly.

Ling Xiaoruo smiled and began to sew up.

In the room, the bright red candles flickered, reflecting the skin of the woman in front of the lamp like jade. At this moment, she was surprisingly beautiful. Zi Chan, who was lying on the bed, had to admire her and sigh.

He stared at her face, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

What kind of her is the real her?

This question has been lingering in Zi Chan's thoughts, lingering.

I don't know if it's because of the strength of the anesthetic or something else, but during Ling Xiaoruo's stitching process, Zi Chan actually closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing that his breathing was steady, Ling Xiaoruo continued to sew up, applied medicine to his wound after the sew up, and then bandaged the wound with a clean white cloth.

After everything was over, she stayed by the bed and prepared to withdraw to Ningxiang Pavilion in half an hour.However, because he was too exhausted, he was slapped by Zi Zhan again, and because he smelled the anesthetic fragrance, Ling Xiaoruo unknowingly fell on the side of the bed and slapped him while he stayed behind to observe. Doze off.

With the shallow and heavy breathing in the room, the night gradually became quiet and deep.

The summer mornings come very quickly, because it is located on the mountain, so there is a cool atmosphere in the Qingshan Pavilion.

Zichan has always liked to be arty, so his Qingshan Pavilion has a pleasant scenery and exquisite decorations, which is a good place to watch.

In the morning, the sunlight pierced through the mist and shone on the carved carambola window lattices of Qingshan Pavilion.

With the sunshine, Zichan's room gradually became brighter.

Once the light is on, the scene on the bed will appear.

I saw two people lying on the big wooden bed, a man and a woman, the man's clothes were open, only the white cloth on his chest blocked some of the spring light, the woman's long hair was messy, some were scattered on her shoulders, and some fell on the man's shoulders. on the chest.

The woman was sleeping on her side on the bed, with her arms resting on the man's neck, one of her beautiful legs resting on the man's strong legs, but the man's strong arms wrapped around the woman's slender waist.

These two people are Ling Xiaoruo and Zi Chan who fell asleep last night.

Seeing how the two of them were sleeping, I fear they won't be able to wake up for a while.

But at this moment in the Ningxiang Pavilion, Ziran, who had been sleeping all night on the stone bench, finally woke up slowly. Once he woke up, he only felt his face swollen.

Ziran raised his hand to touch his face, looked around, frowned and said, "Why is my face so painful?"

While rubbing his face gently, he recalled the scene of last night, his head was dizzy, and he thought for a long time before he remembered that Ziqing had drunk him last night.

"Where is that girl Ziqing?" He looked up and looked around, and went to the room to search after finding no one.

After failing, Ziran walked out of Ningxiang Pavilion awkwardly and headed towards his own Songfeng Pavilion.

"Fifth Junior Brother, why is your face so colorful?" Just as he was about to step into Songfeng Pavilion, he heard Second Senior Brother's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Ziran was stunned after hearing this, and said incredulously, "Colorful?"

After Zifeng nodded, he retracted the folding fan in his hand, and quickly swept towards him. When he got close to him, after a closer look, his handsome eyebrows frowned, and he asked in doubt: "Fifth Junior Brother, did you get hit by someone? Your face is blue. It's bruised and swollen!"

"Slapped?" Zi Ran frowned and repeated. After a while, his phoenix eyes widened, and he said angrily, "That girl Zi Qing hit me!"

Zifeng's eyes widened when he heard the words, and he said in surprise, "Why did Ziqing beat you up like this? It wasn't because of your clothes, I almost couldn't recognize you!"

Ziran raised his hand to touch Gao's swollen face, he knew why Ziqing beat her, maybe it was because of the resentment of being imprisoned by him a few days ago, but how could he be blamed for this?Who made her always want to escape?

Besides, she had hurt him badly.The saddest thing is that he let her escape after all.For the first time since he came to Cangshan to study art, he felt such a heavy sense of frustration.He can't even guard a woman who doesn't know martial arts!
Thinking of Ziqing, Ziran thought of an extremely serious problem. He raised his eyes and asked, "By the way, Ziqing is not in Ningxiang Pavilion. Did you see her? Did she run away again?"

Zifeng shook his head and said: "I didn't see her either, I don't have time to pay attention to her now, because when I passed by Zichan's Qingshan Pavilion just now, I found black blood on the ground, and I was about to go into Qingshan Pavilion to have a look."

"Is there black blood?" Ziran frowned in doubt, and immediately raised his phoenix eyes and said, "Go, I'll go and have a look with you." Thinking that Xu Zichan had been poisoned, he thought to himself The thought of looking for Ziqing disappeared in an instant.

After all, the two walked side by side towards the Qingshan Pavilion. One purple and one white figure looked surprisingly bright in the lush greenery.

After arriving at the Qingshan Pavilion, Ziran squatted on the ground and reached out to touch the blood stains on the ground, then took it up to his nose and smelled it, and said with certainty: "This blood is indeed poisonous! Nothing will happen to the third senior brother, right? "

Hearing this, Zifeng frowned, and then he winked at Ziran, who nodded knowingly, and the two of them jumped up and down from the wall of the Qingshan Pavilion up and down. .

After entering the pavilion, they held their breath, moved forward with light work, covered alternately, advanced in a staggered manner, and arrived at Zichan's bedroom in an instant.

After arriving at the bedroom, Ziran bent down and listened outside for a while, and then whispered to Zifeng: "Second Senior Brother, I heard that there is more than one person in the room, why don't you listen?"

(End of this chapter)