Seriously injured
Wei Luo faltered and stopped.
Zhao Jie was going to Shaanxi for disaster relief this time, and not to the border areas where bandits and barbarians lived, why was he seriously injured? She hesitated for a moment, and at this moment, Zhao Liuli saw through and took the opportunity to bring her into Prince Jing's mansion. Zhao Liuli explained while walking: "My brother was ambushed on the way back. Someone wanted to kill him. He was injured on his shoulder and chest. The doctor is trying to stop the bleeding..."
Prince Jing's Mansion is located in Shengyefang in the southwest of Shengjing City. Most of the people living here are dignitaries and honorable families. There are not many pedestrians on the road and the road is clean, so Zhao Liuli's voice is particularly clear.
Wei Luo was dragged by Zhao Liuli into Prince Jing's mansion, and stepped on the bluestone path to the backyard. At first she didn't quite believe Zhao Liuli's words, but Zhao Liuli's tears didn't seem fake, and the closer she was to Zhao Jie's courtyard, the more servants were on the road, coming and going in a hurry, as if they were all busy with something . Wei Luo's heart sank gradually, and she had no choice but to believe it.
Zhao Liuli's eyes were red, and she wiped her tears and said, "I took a look just now, the wound is deep and long, and my brother's body is covered with blood... He didn't want to worry the queen, so he just told me, but the queen will know sooner or later ... Ah Luo, don't blame me for asking you. I know everything about you and my brother, my brother likes you, even if you take a look at him, he will be very happy."
Wei Luo pursed her lips, and said after a long time: "... if this kind of thing happens in the future, you have to tell me in advance."
It was really inappropriate for Zhao Liuli to act as it was related to the reputation of the girl's family. Wei Luo was confused when she thought she cared, and didn't care so much about her this time.
Zhao Liuli nodded again and again, not knowing if she had listened to her words, she walked quickly and said, "Let's hurry up, my brother's yard is in front of me."
In Jinzhen Academy, the servants are busy going in and out. As soon as Zhao Liuli and Wei Luo walked to the door, they saw a little girl walking out with a basin of bloody water. Seeing them, they hurriedly bowed their knees and said, "Your Highness Princess..."
When Zhao Liuli saw the basin of water stained red with blood, his face immediately turned pale, and he asked nervously, "How is my brother?"
The little girl was about eleven or twelve years old, with double buns and a blue-green skirt, and replied respectfully: "The doctor has stopped the bleeding for His Royal Highness King Jing, and is currently bandaging the wound..."
Hearing this, Zhao Liuli hurriedly bypassed her and led Wei Luo into the inner room.
Wei Luo's eyes were blood red, and she walked in in a daze.
There were not many people in the inner room, only Zhu Geng and two doctors were in front of him, and the rest of the people were probably driven out by Zhao Jie. The two little girls walked around the twelve red sandalwood, pine, bamboo, plum, Suihan and Three Friends screens, and Zhao Liuli couldn't wait to ask: "Brother Zhu, is my brother awake?"
Zhu Geng didn't need to answer this question, because Zhao Jie was sitting on the black lacquered mother-of-pearl bed, his upper body was stripped off, revealing his strong chest, and the doctor with gray beard was bandaging his wounds. The wound on his left chest has already been bandaged, wrapped in white silk, so it is impossible to see how the injury is, but the wound on his left arm is still exposed to the air, so it can be seen clearly. It was exactly as Zhao Liuli said, the wound was deep and long, the flesh turned out, although the bleeding had stopped, it still looked quite shocking.
Wei Luo stood on the spot, staring at him steadfastly, and did not continue to move forward.
Zhao Jie was injured, he lost a lot of blood, and his face was obviously pale. Even so, he still had a calm demeanor, looking up at her with a slight smile on his thin lips. After watching for a long time, regardless of the presence of outsiders, he stretched out his uninjured hand and said, "Come here, let me see how you have changed this month."
He was so hurt that he still wanted to tease her.
Wei Luo pursed her lips and remained motionless.
She didn't move, but he didn't force it. The doctor wrapped the white silk around him, and he looked at her steadfastly, with black eyes and a smile, as if he didn't feel any pain at all.
Not long after, the doctor wrapped the last white silk around him, retreated knowingly and said: "After the prescription is written in a while, I will teach it to the guard Zhu, the prince takes it every morning and evening, and I will give you another one in ten days. prescription."
He finally withdrew his gaze, nodded calmly, and said to Zhu Geng: "You go down with the two doctors, and after you get the prescription, ask the servants to decoct the medicine and bring it to me."
Zhu Geng should be, and led the two doctors out of the inner room.
Zhao Liuli stood at the head of the bed, seeing that the situation was not right, she quickly reacted, smiled and said: "I'll go and see what medicinal materials are needed, I have a lot of expensive medicines there, if there is any imperial brother who needs it, I will let Yang Brother Zhen will bring it here for you." After saying that, he turned around and slipped away from Wei Luo.
For a moment, only Wei Luo and Zhao Jie were left in the room.
Knowing that Zhao Liuli did it on purpose, Wei Luo blamed her in her heart, raised her eyes to look at Zhao Jie who was on the bed, and quickly turned her eyes away, "Brother Jing, put on your clothes. I'll talk about it later if you have anything to say."
Because of the bandage that was applied just now, Zhao Jie was still naked from the upper body at this time.
His body is not weak like that of a scholar, but straight and vigorous after extensive training, it looks hard, and there are still tense muscles in his abdomen. Wei Luo had never seen a man's body. Even after Chang Hong grew up, she rarely saw him take off his clothes. Now that Zhao Jie was sitting across from her topless, she really couldn't get used to it.
Zhao Jie didn't make things difficult for her, nodded and said yes, thought for a while and said, "My clothes are in the closet behind you, it's not convenient for me to get out of bed now. Ah Luo, can you bring them for me?"
To be honest, Wei Luo really wanted to turn around and leave.
Lonely man and widow, no name, no status, what does it look like standing in a room? But she hesitated for a while, for the sake of his injury, she didn't care so much with him, and she reluctantly helped him get it.
Wei Luo turned around and came to the cabinet, picked out a royal blue persimmon pattern gown from inside, went to the bedside and handed it to him: "Here."
Zhao Jie didn't answer it, his brows were raised, his unfathomable black pupils stared straight at her, and his thin lips smiled unhurriedly.
Wei Luo suddenly had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, he grabbed her hand, brought her into his arms, turned over, and quickly pressed her on the bed—
The world was spinning all of a sudden, before Wei Luo realized what was going on, Zhao Jie leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "Baby, have you thought it through? Do you want to marry me?"