Su Xi'er knelt on the ground, she couldn't feel the pain in her back at all, she raised her head and smiled slowly.
At this moment, a drizzle fell in the night sky, dripping on her body, slowly soaking her dress, hair, strands, inch by inch. And she, still motionless, let the raindrops soak her.
The drizzle tended to become heavier, and the sound of thunder billowed in the distance.
A figure of a long-stretching man appeared, full of pressure and serious face, and his frowned brows indicated that he was in a very bad mood now.
"Su Xi'er, you don't want your life, are you? Hit on the body, it doesn't hurt? Let it rain? Why don't you ask this king?"
Maybe, she begged him, and he would let her go.
"King Hao, the servants are used to you. Your body is delicate, go back to the house, how can you get caught in the rain here?"
Pei Qianhao doesn't know whether to be angry or to laugh, is he delicate? Is she stupid
"Stubborn!" Pei Qianhao suddenly felt helpless. This temper was somewhat similar to him. He actually saw his shadow on a woman. Isn't it ridiculous
Su Xi'er ignored Pei Qianhao. Not long after, she felt a heavy weight on her shoulders and a long robe draped over her body, and then her arms were framed by him.
Soon, his entire body was wrapped in his generous embrace.
"Go ahead, what do you do!" The words were full of reproach, and then Pei Qianhao forced Su Xi'er towards the house.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. When she walked to the house, the robe on Su Xi'er was already wet, and Pei Qianhao was also wet.
Inside the room, the candlelight was shining, and the water droplets slid down his cheeks, one by one, reflecting the light of the candlelight, making him look lazy and evil, and at the same time full of oppression.
Pei Qianhao opened the cabinet and threw a piece of men's clothing to her casually, "I take off my clothes. I will wear this one later."
With a snap, the clothes fell on her head. Su Xi'er took off the clothes and took a closer look. It was his... clothes. She wears his clothes? Wrong size, wrong length.
Seeing the blood on her back, Pei Qianhao couldn't help frowning, and pointed to the side of the bed, "Take off your clothes and lie down there."
He felt that he had nothing to do with him. Su Xi'er had said this to him before. King Hao, you have nothing to do.
"King Hao, do you want to give medicine to the servant? It doesn't need to be like this. You ordered the servant to beat the servant. This is what the servant deserves."
"Su Xi'er, you have to listen to this king's order. If you continue to stubborn, believe it or not, this king will throw you into the wilderness and feed the jackal?"
Seeing the ruthlessness in his eyes, the pain in his back became more and more obvious. If you don't apply his powder, I'm afraid she will fall down before Nan Zhao.
She agreed to come to Nan Zhao, didn't she just want to see the people she cares about, the people she hates, how are they doing now
Only by understanding the specific situation can she respond, and in the future can protect what she cares about and destroy what she hates.
So, she did not resist, and obediently exposed her back and lay on the edge of the bed.
After that, Pei Qianhao ordered someone to bring warm water and put on a veil to help her wipe up the blood.
The first time I served someone, I was still a woman, and why this woman was hurt, was he...
I really responded to Su Xi'er's sentence, and I had nothing to do.
The cool powder of medicine was applied to her back, the powder of medicine instantly submerged into the skin, and the back no longer hurts fiercely.
Pei Qianhao stroked her back with his hand, "Su Xi'er, leave for Nanzhao tomorrow."
He was testing her, and she had no response at the moment, only a soft hmm.
"Su Xi'er, in your eyes, what kind of person is this king?"
I don’t know why he asked this question. After thinking about it, Su Xi’er replied, “I love all beauties, but it’s cruel and ruthless. You don’t really care about the woman in the beauty palace. You are high and powerful, no one dares to disobey. You. You are the sun in the sky, with its radiant rays, and the only people who are close to you are burned to death."
Pei Qianhao stopped his hand, "The sun? Indeed, this king is the sun, Su Xi'er, you are so close to this king, are you afraid of being burned to death?"
Su Xier shook her head, her head dizzy, she didn't know if she was a little awake, she still deliberately joked, "I'm not afraid of being burned to death, but I'm afraid of being frozen to death. Your whole body breath is too cold."
After speaking, she only felt that her head was getting heavier and heavier, whipped, and rained and windy. At that time, there was anger in my heart, and I held on till now.
At this moment, she couldn't hold it any longer, her eyes closed and she was drowsy.
Pei Qianhao looked at her sleeping face and thought of her playful look just now, Su Xi'er, what kind of person are you? Saying what others dare not say, doing what no one dares to do.
Pei Qianhao took off her clothes, put on his clothes, and covered her with quilts.
When he probed her forehead, he found that she had a fever.
In the world, only the body of a woman is delicate.
Pei Qianhao immediately walked out of the house and ordered the guards of the Royal Palace to call the doctor.
This guard was the one who whipped Su Xi'er just now, and he saw all of what King Hao was doing.
It's strange that in the past, when the slave was punished, if King Hao didn't ask, he would be injured, and he would die. Why is it so different to that maid? Did you see the maidservant's stubbornness and forbearance
"Hurry up."
Hearing the icy voice of King Hao, the guard nodded repeatedly and ran out in spite of the heavy rain.
When Pei Qianhao returned to the house, she found that Su Xier's forehead was covered with cold sweat, her hands were pinching the quilt tightly, her pale lips opened and closed, as if she was having a nightmare.
"How can... So, Yun..." The word Ruofeng stuck in her throat, and she didn't say it.
Pei Qianhao looked at her, Yun? The person surnamed Yun? Male or female, what does it have to do with her
She stopped talking, the quilt was pinched tighter, her face full of despair and pain.
This look shocked Pei Qianhao. How could a woman have such an expression
He had the same expression before, but he survived and walked to the present.
Her experience, the same as his? How come she entered the palace at a very young age, outside the palace, just a little girl, how could she have that kind of experience.
Pei Qianhao sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the goose yellow dress stained with blood on the ground, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand to hold Su Xi'er.
His hand seemed to be spring water in an oasis. When Su Xi'er touched it, she held it back tightly, with great force, pinching white marks on his wrist.
Pei Qianhao lowered his eyes, looking at the hand that held him tightly, thoughtfully.
Who is the cloud in her mouth
About half an hour later, the doctor hurried over, along with the county magistrate and Shui Yinglian.
Shui Yinglian told Master Shui all the matter, Master Shui was anxious, escorted Shui Yinglian to apologize.
However, when he came, he was blocked by the guards of the Hao Palace.
I saw the doctor hurried in with the medicine box. Could it be that King Hao was injured? Lord Shui is even more anxious.
Shui Yinglian understood, her eyes were empty and her whole body stiffened.