Yuan Qingling curled up and said with a heavy nasal voice: "If you want to scold, you can scold, but you can't beat me. If you dare to beat me, I will fight you desperately. I didn’t push her down into the lake. I pressed my head hard to keep me from floating, I had to take the hairpin to hurt her!"
She sucked her nose and was so aggrieved. How could she meet a crazy woman
"I know you won't believe me, you hate me, my breathing is wrong, you like her, and her feet are smelly and you feel fragrant..."
Yu Wenhao pulled her clothes apart with one hand, peeled them off, "Shut up!"
Yuan Qingling's eye circles were red, and she said fiercely: "Beat me again? You want to beat me again? I will die with you!"
After finishing speaking, he rushed to wrap his neck and bit down.
"You lunatic!" Yu Wenhao was furious, stretched out his hand and touched it, with blood beads oozing out of his neck, he took off his outer clothes and threw it to her, "When will this king beat you? Wang's outer clothes."
"You can't be so kind!" Yuan Qingling looked at the outer garment he had taken off, and said in a categorical manner.
"Yeah, this king is going to kill you." Yu Wenhao was so angry, her handsome face was distorted and ferocious by her anger.
Yuan Qingling wiped her face and said in a shame: "Then you just say it, why are you dumb by tearing my clothes?"
Yu Wenhao simply ignored her and turned his head.
Yuan Qingling's nose was itchy, and he sneezed several times in a row. It was indeed cold.
She slowly took off her clothes, "Don't look at me."
"Ghosts look at you." Yu Wenhao said coldly.
Yuan Qing Ling Fei quickly put the outer garment on her body, took the changed clothes after wrapping her body, took out the medicine box, took out a pill of vitamin C, swallowed it, twisted the clothes, and wiped her wet hair. Is it okay that I misunderstood you? I thought you didn't believe me."
Yu Wenhao snuggled on the backrest, making no sound.
Yuan Qingling looked at him, "You believe I didn't push her?"
Yu Wenhao said nothing.
Yuan Qingling sticks out her tongue, silence is golden.
This is really unexpected.
Yuan Qingling wiped her hair for a while, then put down her wet clothes, and asked, "How is Wang Huai's condition?"
He said: "Not good."
"How bad is it bad?"
"Very bad." His face was gloomy.
He turned his head to look at her, "Does your box have medicine for him?"
Yuan Qingling said in embarrassment: "His disease is not that easy to treat."
"Yes, it's not that easy to treat." He said, closing his eyes, and sighing deeply. It was just a simple question. He knew there was no cure for tuberculosis.
Yuan Qingling stretched out his hand hesitantly and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't be sad, you are alive and dead."
His eyes were straight, "This king killed him."
Yuan Qingling was surprised, "How can you explain this? What does his illness have to do with you?"
Yu Wenhao whispered: "Three years ago, I would have returned from the battlefield and brought three veterans to drink with him, but unexpectedly, one of them had tuberculosis. No one knew at the time, even the patient himself. Not long after drinking, the sixth child became ill."
Tuberculosis is a highly contagious disease that can be transmitted by droplets. It is not surprising that it is contagious if you drink and talk together.
"Four people, but he is sick, and neither the king nor the other two veterans are okay."
Yuan Qing Ling said, "Probability, it doesn't mean that everyone will get it if they drink together."
"what?"
"I said it's really unlucky to have a king." Yuan Qingling showed appropriate sadness, but the sad atmosphere was destroyed by a sneeze.
"Why don't you take off your inner clothes soaking wet?" Yu Wenhao said with a frown.
She rubbed her nose, "Forget it, it's not convenient to be in a carriage. I'll get home soon."
"What kind of reserve? It's not that I haven't seen it."
"I'm not afraid of you watching." Anyway, it's not her own body.
Yu Wenhao snorted and continued to close his eyes.
"I feel like nausea." Yuan Qingling suddenly felt nauseous. "The lake water smelled so bad just now."
When struggling, it stirred the mud at the bottom of the lake, and the lake water mixed with mud. She took two sips and Chu Mingcui drank too.
Now think about it, in order to frame her, Chu Mingcui sacrificed so much.
Yu Wenhao patted his shoulder, "Let's come and close your eyes and rest for a while."
Suddenly so warm, Yuan Qingling was a little uncomfortable.
However, it is not bad for someone to rely on in the swaying carriage.
She raised a smile and said with emotion, "Thank you."
Leaning his head slowly, he was about to fall on his shoulders, but he suddenly moved away, Yuan Qing leaped into the air, his body fell, and his head knocked on the hard mat on the edge of the cushion.
Yu Wenhao said coldly: "Let you bite me."
Yuan Qing was very angry, sitting upright, rubbing her head, "You are too stingy."
How could there be such a bad person
"an eye for an eye."
"Jiaxuan must be reported." Chu Mingcui had been holding his head under the water, and now he deliberately knocked her down, it was really useless.
Seeing that she was holding her head all the time, Yu Wenhao remembered the wound on her head, so he pulled her over and pressed her on his leg, "Look at your wound."
Yuan Qingling struggled, Yu Wenhao knocked her back on her back, "Don't move."
Yuan Qing Ling's face was buried between his legs, this posture...
Slender and cold fingers pushed her hair away and saw that the wound showed signs of overstocking. The fingerprints were very clear. The wound was not a major problem, but it should have been scratched by nails when someone pressed her head with her hand. There was some bloody foam.
Yuan Qingling moved her head outside, took a breath, and was pressed back by him, "Don't move, I'll wipe the sludge on the edge of the wound for you."
The water in the lake was indeed very dirty, and there was sludge on the edges of hair and wounds, and it smelled like silt.
Yuan Qingling couldn't laugh or cry. Is the part her right cheek pressed against slowly bulging
He took the wet clothes and wiped her slowly, carefully and gently, and made sure that the hair was completely separated and the roots of the hair would not be pulled when rubbing.
Yuan Qingling slowly stopped struggling, so she lay down on her lap obediently, with one hand hanging down, and the other hand nowhere to rest. He could only slowly, tuan the ground, grab some clothes and climb up to his waist. Then, put it there motionless.
Her face was really uncomfortable in that place, she moved a little so that the air could enter her mouth smoothly.
With just such a subtle movement, Yu Wenhao, who was concentrating on wiping the edges of the wound, froze for a while, his eyes darkened.
Yuan Qingling felt the place getting warmer and bulging, and she struggled to get up quickly, "Okay, thank you."
Yu Wenhao let go of her and cleared her throat, "Yeah."
The atmosphere was a little embarrassing. Yuan Qingling twisted her clothes with her fingers, and hid away. The right face seemed to feel warm, not knowing whether her face was hot or because of something else.
Yu Wenhao glanced at her. Her hair was messy, her face was like flying clouds, and her blush was extremely beautiful. Her eyes were erratic, her eyelashes shimmered, and she was stained with a little mist, like the moistness on the wings of a dragonfly.
The beautifully curved lips are slightly opened, the shell teeth are slightly exposed, and the lips are plump and full. Although they lose their bright color and pale after being frightened, they are still filled with thrilling bewitching.
His head couldn't work at all, his lips were dry, and he only felt fire in his lower abdomen, burning his heart and hair hot.