She turned around suddenly, and there was only one bellyband left on her body. Meng Huo glanced at it, and felt the blood surge up instantly.
He hurriedly turned his gaze to the side, and Ping An came to him and held him, "Sit down first, I'm really fine."
Meng Huo felt like his head was going to explode. He didn't dare to look at her, but wanted to look at her again. Just when he was struggling, Ping An had already held him down and sat down, and his hands were still on his shoulders. It landed on her chest.
Although everything that should be covered is covered, some parts are still faintly exposed, which makes his mouth dry for a while, and the more this makes him feel hot all over his body.
"Hey, why are you blushing? Do you have a fever?" Ping An didn't know what he was thinking, and reached out to touch his forehead.
"No... no fever, you can put on your clothes first, it's cold, don't get sick." Meng Huo quickly raised his hand to help her pull up her clothes.
"It's okay. It's not cold in the room. I'm going to crawl on the bed. I'm a little tired. I just put on my clothes, so that the wound will heal faster." Ping An said, took off his coat and put it aside, walked to the bed and directly Lie down.
"Do you want to see the imperial doctor again? Will this medicine work? Will it leave scars?" Meng Huo took a deep breath and walked over. Looking at her back, he accidentally saw the wrong medicine. Looking at it, lying on the stomach like this seems to make people's blood spurt even more.
"I don't know. Uncle Huang didn't say anything. He just washed it and put on hemostatic medicine." Ping An explained that her back still hurts now, but thinking about Zhou Ling's injury, she felt less uncomfortable.
If Zhou Ling hurt herself, she would be fine, and she would probably feel bad.
"Which doctor gave you the medicine? Didn't you say what kind of medicine it is?"
"There is no doctor. The medicine given by the emperor's uncle was given by Nanny Li."
"Well, I'd better ask the imperial doctor to send a bottle of better medicine. It's best not to leave a scar." Meng Huo looked at her back. Except for the scar, there was no flaw at all. It's a pity to have a scar.
Ping An nodded and did not object, she hoped her back would get better soon, otherwise she would have to suffer even when she slept.
While the two were talking, Shui'er ran in and said, "My lord, there is a message from the palace to let you enter the palace immediately, saying that the envoys of King Chun and Yi Guo have gone to the palace... to trouble King Yi."
Meng Huo frowned, and was about to go to the palace immediately. Hearing these words, Pingan sat up abruptly, his eyes widened in anger, "What? They still have the face to make trouble with King Yi? It's too bad face, I will go with you too!"
"You are injured, rest at home, I am responsible for this matter." Meng Huo hurriedly held her down.
"No, Uncle Huang beat Zhou Ling because of me, and to trouble him is to trouble me! I must go today!" Ping An said and asked Shui'er to bring the clothes.
Shui'er was picking it up, and Ping An ordered, "Take a white one."
Meng Huo wanted to stop her, but she refused to listen no matter what, and insisted on entering the palace. After getting dressed, Ping An put on makeup again, and wiped her face pale and her mouth white. Very thin, it looks like a person who has lost too much blood.
Ping An messed up his hair again, making him look more like a wounded patient.
Meng Huo, "..."
Outside the palace gate, Ping An mysteriously stuffed something into his mouth, Meng Huo asked, "What is this?"