Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife

Mu Yunyao also obviously realized that it was inappropriate. He hurried around looking for it. The stream was warm and thought that there should be living herbs. Not far out, she saw what she was looking for and quickly pulled it out and cleaned it up.

“Where are you hurt?” Weeds were high by the water, and when she reached Ning Junxiang's shoulder, she smelled only blood, but did not know how he was injured.

Ning Junxiao looked at her coldly and spoke after a while: “Chest. ”

Open the weed, Yunyao Mu's heart jumped, his silver shirt has been dyed red, a wound from the left shoulder head down to the right rib, wound skin rolled over, deep visible bone.

After complaining of sin, Mu Yunyao gently and quickly removed Ning Junyao's top. When he saw the wound, he had to take a deep breath. The wound was deep and the blood was dark and red. If he did not handle it properly, he was afraid that his life would be explained.

The position of the king in the dynasty was extremely embarrassing. He was the son of Queen Wei, who should have been honored, but Queen Wei was convicted of poisoning the prince and, although not deposed of her position, was thrown into the cold house. After giving birth to the King in the Cold House, he bled to death. Since childhood, the King was not liked by the Emperor. Until the age of 14, he lived in the Cold Palace. At the age of 14, the King sealed the land, but in the frontier in the bitter and cold place of Cantonese West.

After Feng Wang Li ended, he was sent directly to Cantonese West, where he stayed for eight years. The Chinese understand that it is said to be the King, and the principles of exile are the same. In her memory, the king should not have returned from the border until three years later. Why is he now present in Weir Mountain?

I thought about it in my heart, but the movement in my hand was constant. I had already cleaned the blood with the cloth towel I was carrying, soaked in water, just this wound...

“That... give me the dagger.” Mu Yunyao said some hesitation, she can feel the King's protection against her, afraid of a bad one, he will take his own life, “There is some dirt on the skin around your wound, and it looks poisonous on it, if you do not remove these flesh, even if you apply hemostatic pills, the effect is still not good. ”

Ning Junju passed the dagger, but the cold gaze swept around her slender neck. The girl was thin and soft in front of her. He could pinch the white neck with his hands, trying to kill her easily and tightly.

Yunyao felt a cold neck, as if he was being targeted by a vicious beast, and had to accelerate his heart beat. Take the dagger and approach his chest carefully: "You hold on, it hurts. ”

Ning Junxiao did not care. He swept his gaze on Mu Yunyao's face and fell back into her neck. She had palm-grabbed purple on her face and blunt instrument scratches. She could barely see the original appearance, but the neck was extremely beautiful, white and bright as a jade. When his gaze dropped, she trembled a little, and the back neck rose a little red, giving him the urge to reach out and scowl.

Ning Junxiao didn't say a word from the beginning, but Mu Yunyao sweated. When he saw the blood from the wound turn bright red, he quickly chewed the herb to help him put it on: “Okay, you...”

Unfinished, she suddenly felt a cold neck and a cold hand attached to her neck.

Ning Junxiao slightly squeezed his eyes. This touch was really warm and smooth as a warm ball. According to his heart, his thumb moved gently, rubbing over the red spot on her side neck, and only felt a spiritual surge.

Yunyao's heart beats wildly and his body is stiff like a rock: "I owe you my life. You won't be bent on revenge and killing me, will you? ”

With a flash of interest in her eyes, Ning Junling's men tightened slightly, and saw her eyes open slightly. The water in Lingling's eyes was brighter and clearer than the creek in the mountains, just like the Yuanyang cat he had raised when he was a child, she was equally vulnerable and vulnerable.

He retracted his hand and saw her with a red rope around her neck, tearing the rope straight into his hand and holding it: “You can ask for a favor. ”

Yunyao relieved herself violently, and his killing intentions disappeared: “Then I'll go.” After that, when she saw that the king had not responded, she cautiously retreated, then picked up the basket and ran away quickly, holding the dagger to help him deal with the wound.

If the snake is not found, this dagger will be working for her instead.

He ran two minutes back at the foot of the mountain to see the people in the village smoke, and Muyunyao stopped to breathe heavily, put away the dagger, wipe off the sweat beads on his forehead, if nothing happened, and walked into the village.

Now she is so desperate to die, because she has parents to protect, there is great vengeance, there is hope, she needs to live well, better than anyone else.