Pei Yuanhao looked up at me: "Do you want her?"

I was silent for a moment, and didn't say anything, but gently untied the knot of the cloth tape on his hand. The cloth tape was wet by the rain and wrapped tighter. It took me some effort to finally break it apart. I peeled off the cloth tape layer by layer, and the blood inside became heavier, and a strong smell of blood came in waves.

I gritted my teeth and peeled off the last layer.

The wound had no intention of healing at all. In fact, it was impossible for him to heal so quickly, but I didn't expect it to worsen even more than before bandaging.

I have experienced many tragic scenes, and the injuries I suffered are not as light as this one, but when I see such a bloody and bloody situation, my scalp is still a little numb.

Taking a deep breath, I picked up a handkerchief from the side, wet a little water a little, and gently wiped his wound. As soon as I touched him, I heard him take a breath of air conditioning.

I didn't say anything, just lowered my head and continued to wipe it.

I know how much the wound is touched like this. He never really spoke from beginning to end, but his hand was convulsing, obviously he was gritting his teeth and holding on. When I wiped away all the dirt from the wound, I picked up the bottle of wound medicine and carefully sprinkled it onto the wound.

"ah--!"

This time, he couldn't help but let out a low cry.

As if I didn't hear it, I still kept my face dry and continued to sprinkle the wounds that tormented him on my palm. There was no movement, but he looked like an invisible knife was piercing his palm again and again, so painful that his teeth couldn't even bite.

In the last moment, there was a lot of medicine, which was sprinkled on the deepest part of his wound. Pei Yuanhao finally couldn't help but tremble and almost pulled his hands back.

I looked up and looked at him.

When he looked at me, he seemed to be stunned for a moment. A cold sweat flowed down the bridge of his nose, condensed on his chin, looking particularly embarrassed, but his pale and blood-free face turned a little red. I raised my eyebrows, thinking that he had been in a coma for so many days, and the physical strength and vitality he had just woken up might faint. Unexpectedly, this person was still very capable of withstanding.

I said, "It seems that the young woman is still a hand-born. Should she want it? Or should I ask the imperial physician to come and have a look?"

He raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his chin with his sleeves, and said, "It's time, so there's no need to call them."

I looked up at him.

He also looked at me and smiled in cold sweat: "It won't hurt more than just now, right?"

“…”

I didn't say anything, but lowered my head, opened the bandage, and gently wrapped it in his hand.

I just wrapped myself around and heard him say, "Not her."

My hands paused slightly.

Then, he continued to bandage him.

I didn't look up, but I could feel his eyes keeping at me, almost focused. At this time, my breathing became quiet. He said softly: "You, how did you think."

I said, "What do you want to know?"

"I want to know what you thought about what I just let her go; now, the people below have not found her body, so what do you think."

I was silent for a moment, continued to work, and then slowly said, "I have nothing to think about."

"lie."

“…”

His sentence was neither light nor heavy, as if he was scolding, but he just calmly described a fact. His hot eyes continued to look at me without taking a single look: "I know, you are lying."

“…”

"Qingying, I tell you everything, are you unwilling to tell me the truth?"

“…”

At this time, I finally wrapped the bandage completely around his wound. I tore it aside, turned it over and wrapped it tightly, and made sure that there was no blood coming out of it and the bandage would not loosen. Then I raised my head and looked at him: "Why does Your Majesty think that I didn't tell the truth?"

"you--"

"That's the truth."

He still shook his head: "I don't believe it."

“…”

"I know that you and her - you have deep grudges, and I know that most of them are because of me. So, I want to know what you think about her."

“…”

Before I could speak, he looked into my eyes burningly: "At that time, do you want me to order an attack?"

I thought about it: "Hope."

He seemed to be unable to believe his ears, and shook slightly and looked at me.

I said calmly: "If you let those people go, there will be endless troubles. In the future, it may take millions of lives, or even more tragic than today, to make up for the consequences of letting them go today."

He still looked at me and didn't speak.

I remained silent for a long time, and finally said, "But-"

"But what?"

"But-I don't want to see her die. At least, don't see her die today, in that case."

In fact, at this time, my thoughts were also very confused - I was not a purely good person. I had murderous intentions for Nangong Lizhu more than once, but today, it was me who said to convince her to go out; it was me who sent her out the door; it was me who watched the weak and thin back leave Pei Yuanhao's side and walk towards the group of tiger and wolf troops.

I have no way to choose "will watch her die" in this situation.

When Pei Yuanhao heard me say this, he didn't say anything. But after a long silence, I felt a slight sank on the back of my hand. It was the injured hand wrapped in a thick bandage that covered the back of my hand.

I hurriedly wanted to withdraw my retracting hand, but he grabbed it hard.

But with this force, he frowned in pain.

The hands of the two were standing there in a stalemate. He took a deep breath and slowly let go of his hand.

I was a little stunned for a moment, but I immediately shrank my hand back and looked at him in disbelief. I saw that his face was slightly pale, and then I smiled and said, "I, I let it go this time."

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"Didn't you hurt?"

I shook my head.

After thinking about it, I looked at his palm again and said, "Does Your Majesty's injury still hurt?"

He was a little surprised that I actually asked him like this, and an excited smile suddenly appeared on his face, looking at me: "It doesn't hurt! It's okay!"

"That's good."

As I said, my eyes flashing slightly: "Just just now, I heard from the Taoist temple that the Supreme Emperor said that His Majesty's hand seemed to have been injured when he passed. If it became a stubborn disease and an old disease, it would be bad."

“…”

This time, he fell silent.

I heard his breathing and heartbeat calm at the same time, but soon, he returned to calm.

He looked at me: "Do you want to know what happened to me that time I was injured before?"

I nodded: "Yes."

He seemed very happy, and supported the bed with his other hand, moved a little outside, and looked at me: "Actually, you should be able to guess what I told you before."

I looked at him.

He said, "That's the time when I took Gui--Li Zhu out and got into trouble."

I thought to myself, "Sure enough", but there was no change on my face. But for some reason, his eyes as he looked at me seemed to be more happy as he looked at me, and even his breathing became more rapid.

I said, "I remember His Majesty said that at that time, you encountered a pack of wolves, were seriously injured, fell into the valley, and still bleeding all over your body. You are, so are she."

“…”

"But, expensive-" I hesitated for a moment, realizing that he had not called "Niu Concubine" just now. Obviously, Nangong Lizhu couldn't continue to be the identity of the Imperial Concubine, so I changed my words and said, "Miss Nangong never gave up no matter when. It was because of her persistence that His Majesty saved his life."

He looked at me, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes: "You remember it very clearly."

I said, "This incident is also considered thrilling and bizarre, so I still remember it."

He said, "Then do you know how she did it to make me save my life?"

I shook my head.

When he said this, his expression on his face became a little more desolate and his eyes became a little dim. It seemed that from afar, he saw the past events he and she had experienced decades ago, no matter how dangerous or bloody they had, they did not feel bitter when they recalled it.

He said, "At that time, I lost too much blood and my body began to feel chills. She kept holding me and rubbing my hands. Later, she found that my blood had not stopped. She was afraid that my blood would be drained."

My breathing became tense.

"So," he looked at me: "She pulled out the dagger hidden in her boots to defend herself, cut her wrist and sent it to my mouth, so that I could drink her blood. In this way, the blood would not die."

“…”

"But, at that time, I didn't even have any spiritual consciousness, so how could I have the consciousness to drink her blood?"

"Then, what should Miss Nangong do?"

"She sucked her own blood and fed it to my mouth."

I suddenly trembled.

Cut open your wrists, suck your own blood, and feed them to other people's mouths.
To be continued...