Update time 2014-12-14 18:42:08 Word count: 3098
Ling Qingyu took the letter, and there were only a few words in the letter, which said: Brother Fang, the Lin family fleet will set sail in five days, and there must not be a single person left on the Fengshen where it is located. The signature is a word of thanks.
Ling Qingyu clenched his hands unconsciously, crumpled the letter into a ball, took a long breath, and Ling Qingyu said slowly: "It's the group of people who attacked my father and brother. They really are not ordinary people."
"This is the badge of the Xie family, but we have never had any enmity with the Xie family, why did the Xie family attack the master?" Zheng Xi asked in confusion.
"Yes," Ling Qingyu turned around, looked at the Fengshen ship docked on the pier below, and said softly: "It's okay, one day we will know the reason."
"The head of the family," Shi Fang came out of the room with a bitter face, and said, "help me out, Yang Zhao refuses to give medicine, if this continues, don't blame me for my poor medical skills, no matter how good a doctor is, The patient must be willing to cooperate."
Smoothing out the letter paper, putting it in the purse, taking the medicine and dressing cloth from Shi Fang who was still muttering, Ling Qingyu walked into the house.
The main house is actually a large courtyard with more than a dozen rooms. According to the severity of the injuries, starting from the room with the best sunlight, the wounded from this battle live here. Yang Zhao naturally lived in the first room.
"I said, I'll come by myself." Hearing the door knock, Yang Zhao said impatiently.
"You come by yourself? Can you put medicine on your back?" Ling Qingyu closed the door casually, and at the same time drew the curtains to block all visiting eyes from outside, and then walked to the bed. Yang Zhao was crawling on the bed, with a mess on his naked back. painted with medicine.
Yang Zhao was in a coma for three days before waking up. After waking up, Shi Fang was not allowed to give him medicine. When Ling Qingyu came to the main house, Shi Fang pulled him over to persuade him. Okay, Yang Zhao didn't speak when she was here. Thought he acquiesced, but after she left, she was still like this.
Hearing Ling Qingyu's voice and the sound of closing the door, Yang Zhao's face turned red, but he buried his head in the pillow and kept silent.
Ling Qingyu washed the clean cloth in warm water, and gently wiped off the medicine dregs and blood on his back. In fact, the wound on his back was not as large as the front, and it was not deep. Bandage, let the wound dry naturally. Then he frowned and looked at the two blood-stained gauzes on his waist.
Ling Qingyu took a breath and told herself to stay calm. Shi Fang was too busy these days because too many people were injured. She also helped to change the medicines of Yan San and Lu Yao. Now those two have been tied up by her. Like zongzi, it was thrown in the next room.
Gently spread the gauze, and a gust of blood gushed out. At the same time, Yang Zhao snorted softly. Shi Fang said that the two swords had undergone special treatment. And sawtooth, in order not to hurt Yang Zhao's kidney, Shi Fang cut open the outer flesh first, and then took out the sword end, so the wound in front of Ling Qingyu is deep and wide, like a hole protruding from the inside. black blood.
Ling Qingyu wiped the blood, and the cotton cloth touched the wound, causing Yang Zhao's body to tremble unconsciously. Ling Qingyu hurriedly sprinkled the medicine powder in his hand on it, sprinkled a thick layer, then covered the gauze, and then tore the other side When the medicine was finished, Ling Qingyu was already sweating profusely. Seeing that the blood was no longer coming out, he breathed a sigh of relief, and touched his waist with his fingers, trying to wipe off the excess medicine powder, but Yang Zhao Her body suddenly trembled, Ling Qingyu hurriedly withdrew her hand, thought about it, and reached out to wipe it again, when her finger touched Yang Zhao's waist, Yang Zhao's body trembled again, Ling Qingyu didn't feel depressed, could it be that when my finger touched It hurts that much? Then what about bandaging
"Be patient, it may hurt, but you can't wrap it up." Ling Qingyu said softly, then picked up the bandage, and started wrapping it from the left side. When it was about to wrap around his body, Yang Zhao also raised his waist in cooperation , but as soon as he lifted his waist, the wound felt a sharp pain, which made him groan unconsciously. Ling Qingyu relaxed his movements, leaned close to his back, and poked his hand under him, and then accidentally touched a hard one. Ling Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned red, but he still wrapped the strap around with his hand, After a few rounds of strapping, every time Yang Zhao raised his waist, he would groan in pain, and Ling Qingyu felt that after he groaned, the thing underneath became even bigger, and suddenly his mind came to light, could it be that this waist is his sensitive zone , and, our killer Yang Zhao is actually an M
Yang Zhao didn't know that Ling Qingyu's mind had already developed spiritually, but he felt that the body on the back was warm and soft, and the two lumps of flesh were rubbing against the wound on the back. He had a strange feeling about the pain. Now it is even more uncontrollable, the wound on the body is in severe pain, but when the gentle hand touches it, the pain turns into pleasure again, and then, more gentle torture comes, Ling Qingyu's hand from there again and again The top slid across, bringing more intense stimulation, so Yang Zhao finally couldn't help it, grabbed the culprit, and pressed it to the place where the pulse was already throbbing.
what's the situation? Ling Qingyu's hand was pressed towards that guy. Even though he was pressed down, the little guy still looked very lively, and he couldn't grasp it with one hand. Ling Qingyu was taken aback for a moment, seeing that Yang Zhao had stuffed his head into the pillow, but the roots of his ears and the back of his neck were already completely red.
Ling Qingyu smiled, pulled out his hand, pulled the straps over and tied them up, and then supported Yang Zhao to lie on his side. Seeing the disappointment on Yang Zhao's exposed face that could not disappear in time, he murmured to himself: Ling Qingyu, If you do something at this time, it's a beast, a beast. Then another little black man jumped out and said: This is also his wish. Look at his dissatisfied desire. He was hurt like this to save you. How can you ignore his wish.
The movement of turning over affected the wounds all over Yang Zhao's body. Sure enough, Ling Qingyu saw that when he was trembling in pain, the little guy had grown up again.
Leaning down and touching Yang Zhao's ear, Ling Qingyu said viciously: "After you recover, we will play slowly, now." Ling Qingyu held the little guy with both hands, rubbed it up and down, Yang Zhao's head Unknowingly, he raised his head and let out a small groan, and then the panting became heavier and heavier, his body became tighter and tighter, and with a hiss, he finally couldn't help but shot it out of Ling Qingyu's hand.
Yang Zhao waited until his breathing subsided, turned his head to the side, blushed and said, "I don't want others to give me medicine."
That is. . If others saw this, wouldn't they just faint? Ling Qingyu slandered, seeing that the wound in front of him had indeed been healed by himself, so he raised his eyebrows unconsciously.
"I... usually wouldn't... like this..." Yang Zhao blushed even more, and said in a voice like a mosquito. He doesn't like other people touching his body, not because of this strange feeling, but because of the sequelae left during his exile and distribution. Along the way, even when the seawall was being built, people kept watching his body. Feng, unable to resist, relying on his subordinates to rescue them desperately to keep them from being invaded by others. When he was on the ship, he did not want to let his subordinates sacrifice, so he could only obey. He planned to kill himself as long as he could let his subordinates escape. He was rescued by Ling Qingyu, but at that time, although it was not deep, Chen Erhu's stuff had already entered his body. The feeling of shame made him feel uncomfortable whenever a man approached him now, let alone such an intimate contact with changing dressings.
"I know," Ling Qingyu's little devil has completely dominated her, and with an obscene smile, Ling Qingyu leaned close to him and said, "You are mine, and no matter how seriously you are injured, no one else will touch you except me." You, do you know!"
Seeing Yang Zhao nod his head unexpectedly, Ling Qingyu suddenly felt that he was too evil, and hurriedly added: "It doesn't count when you are in a coma."
Ling Qingyu escaped and left Yang Zhao's room, of course he didn't forget to close the door and looked around, but there was no one in the courtyard, so Ling Qingyu, who felt his face was burning even by touching it, walked through the main house like being chased by a dog After entering the forest at the back, he walked a long way before stopping at a stream, splashed a handful of cold water on his face, and lowered the heat on his face, and his heartbeat slowly eased. Ling Qingyu's head Finally sober.
"Although Yang Zhao is the adopted son of the Yang family, his biological father, Yang Yan, was also known for being brave and good at fighting. However, Yang Zhao went to the battlefield at the age of fourteen and was promoted to General Ranger four years later. Come out, this person is more reliable than Lu Yao."
Ling Qingyu turned her head sharply, and saw Yan San, who was wearing a bunch of straps hanging on his body, was leaning against a tree, eating a fruit, his face that had calmed down turned red again. Pointing at him, said: "You...you...you..."
"I don't know anything..." Yan San laughed.
"I haven't avenged my vengeance, so I won't talk about these things!" After Ling Qingyu rushed out of his mouth, he felt relieved. Yes, the first priority now is to go back and avenge. The death of father and brother may not be as simple as originally thought , My own future is actually very difficult, how can I really fall in love like a little girl.
"Well, I need to raise it for two or three years first, maybe there are better ones." After Yan San finished speaking, he jumped back, dodging the stone thrown by Ling Qingyu, and shouted, "Grandma , I’m also a wounded person, so I don’t need to treat them differently.” After three years, I don’t care who you marry at that time.