Zhuge Yue let out a long breath, leaned on the bed weakly, then held a piece of wood outside, clenched his teeth, and pulled out the stick with a loud bang!
At this moment, Zhuge Yue frowned, his face twisted, and he let out a painful moan, but he still tried his best to suppress his volume.
In an instant, blood spurted out!
Chu Qiao was taken aback for a moment, then rushed forward, covering his hideous wound!
The huge pain made Zhuge Yue's eyes go dark, and he almost fainted. Chu Qiao grabbed his shoulder and said anxiously, "How are you?"
Zhuge Yue's face was pale, he gritted his teeth and said viciously, "Very well."
"Don't move, I'll bandage you up."
Chu Qiao stood up and quickly ran into the shower room. After a while, she ran in with a wooden bucket, then dexterously jumped onto the big bed, and cleaned Zhuge Yue's wound nimbly.
"Inside... there are many wooden thorns, which need to be picked out."
Chu Qiao was taken aback, raised her head, looked at Zhuge Yue's pale face, and asked slowly, "Can you bear it?"
Zhuge Yue snorted coldly, "Mother-in-law!"
Chu Qiao found a dagger in the room, and there was wine on the table. After sterilizing it, she took a towel and handed it to Zhuge Yue's hand, and said, "Bite it, so as not to bite your tongue when it hurts."
Zhuge Yue took it, but it was useless, instead he held it in the other uninjured hand.
Chu Qiao stopped talking and began to concentrate on treating his wound.
The wound from the wooden stick was more serious than the dagger. Not to mention the large wound, it also brought out a large piece of flesh and blood unevenly, and there were countless wooden thorns in the body. If it was not completely removed, it would definitely rot inside the body.
Facing such an injury, Chu Qiao's hands couldn't help shaking.
"Still, why don't you call a doctor?" Chu Qiao raised her head, biting her lower lip after speaking. She knew that when the doctor came, she would be exposed, and what awaited her was a dead end. But maybe she could escape during the chaos of the doctor's visit, though that was unlikely.
Zhuge Yue grabbed the dagger, and said with a gloomy face, "If you can't do it, I'll do it." Saying that, he wanted to cut out his own flesh and blood.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Chu Qiao quickly grabbed the dagger, raised her head and took a deep look at him.
Zhuge Yue half-closed his eyes, as if he had nothing to do with himself, if it wasn't for his pale face, Chu Qiao almost doubted that the injured person was him.
Then, she took a deep breath and began to treat Zhuge Yue's injuries.
Three hours later, the sky was already white for the first time, and Chu Qiao's whole body was drenched in cold sweat. She found the clothes she had changed in this room at first, and took out the Jinchuang medicine that she carried with her. After applying the good medicine, he bandaged his wound with a piece of clean white silk, and everything was finally completed.
During the whole process, Zhuge Yue didn't say a word, and Chu Qiao didn't dare to look up at him. Looking up at this time, I saw that he had already passed out, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his brows were tightly knit into a Sichuan character. The handkerchief held in his palm was soaked with sweat, and his hair was also wet, as if soaked in water. Like water.
Chu Qiao helped him lie on the bed, wiped the blood on his body and the sweat on his face with the washed towel, and then found a piece of dry cotton cloth, and dried his hair one by one.
In the distance, the sound of a rooster crowing pierced through the morning mist, the outside was bright white, and someone came to call the door. Chu Qiao pinched her throat nervously and said that Zhuge Yue hadn't woken up yet, immediately eliciting a burst of laughter from the young guards.
Yes, after such an intense night, I'm afraid I'll have to sleep all day.
Anyway, he had to stay in Wupeng City for two days, so the guards ordered the servant girls in Tiancheng's mansion not to disturb the young master again.
Back at the bedside, Zhuge Yue was still in a deep sleep, Chu Qiao lowered her head, and looked a little tired. She looked at this man, at his straight eyebrows, evil eyes, red lips, and that mouth that always spit out sarcastic words.
"We are enemies," Chu Qiao murmured, not knowing whether to tell Zhuge Yue or herself, "Yu Gong, I am a traitorous slave, and you are a nobleman of the empire. Yu Si, you Killed Linxi, killed Zhixiang, killed Xiaoqi and Xiaoba, killed many children of the Jing family, and caused Yan Xun and I to live in the imperial capital for eight years. I will kill you too Grandpa, your servant, defected from the Zhuge Mansion. The conflict between you and me is irreconcilable. There is nothing wrong with you killing me. It is only right and proper for me to kill you. "
As she said, these should be taken for granted, without any logical loopholes, without any moral inappropriateness. Before this, Chu Qiao had never wavered in the slightest.
But for some reason, at this moment, her voice became smaller and smaller, so small that even she couldn't hear it clearly.
She looked at the man's frown in a coma, and couldn't help stretching out her hand to gently caress the wound on his shoulder.
"No matter what, I owe you my life." Chu Qiao said slowly, "Zhuge Yue, I'm sorry."
There was a dead silence in the room, the sun rose outside the window, the sun was warm, and through the window paper on the bed, it cast mottled light and shadow.
Chu Qiao half-sat on the ground, lying beside Zhuge Yue, overwhelming fatigue swept over her, and she just fell asleep like this. Until late at night, Zhuge Yue was still in a coma. Chu Qiao was changing his dressing. The wound was not inflamed, and it was treated very cleanly. It can be seen that her bandaging method was very professional.
It was pitch black outside, Zhuge Yue finally opened his eyes dazedly after an unknown amount of time, feeling hungry and aching all over. When he was unconscious, Chu Qiao had already changed him into a clean black satin gown, the kind worn indoors, the fabric was soft and smooth to the touch, and a few orchids with dark golden patterns were embroidered on it.
Chu Qiao glanced at him and saw him sitting there with sleepy eyes and a bit of trouble, then slowly frowned and muttered impatiently: "Tea."
Chu Qiao took a glass of water and handed it to him.
Maybe he was really thirsty, so he raised his head and drank it without looking at it, then licked his dry lips, threw the teacup out with a bang, turned his head and said angrily, "Ginseng tea!" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuge Yue was taken aback for a moment, and after watching Chu Qiao react for a long time, he suddenly realized that he understood his situation immediately.
"Are you sleepy?" Chu Qiao said indifferently, jumping out of bed to pick up the broken cup while speaking, pointing casually to the food box on the table, and said, "There is food in there, take it yourself. "
Zhuge Yue seldom lost his composure like this, so he forced himself to calm down, took a deep breath, felt the slightest pain from the wound on his shoulder, his brows were still furrowed, and he asked aloud, "Why didn't you take the opportunity to escape?"
"I think," Chu Qiao curled her lips, and turned around, "Your people have surrounded this room tightly, staring at you day and night, can I run away?"
Zhuge Yue snorted coldly, "You are confessing."
Chu Qiao shrugged slightly, "With you, there is no need to beat around the bush."
After tidying up the mess on the ground, Chu Qiao walked to the bed, sat down cross-legged, looked straight at Zhuge Yue, and said calmly, "Tell me, what do you want?"
Zhuge Yue cast a slanted glance at her, then got out of bed, picked up the food box on the table without saying a word, and wanted to take out the food inside, but suffered from his shoulder injury and made it difficult to move. So he turned around and ordered casually, "Come here, serve me dinner."
Chu Qiao frowned tightly and didn't move.
The man sat down at the table rascally, "When I'm hungry, I'm not in good spirits, and I don't want to communicate with others. What do you want to ask, it's best to wait until I'm full."
With a whoosh, Chu Qiao jumped off the bed and opened the food box seemingly calmly. Then she took out a bowl of soup with a bang and put it on the table vigorously. There was a crash, and the bottom of the thick porcelain bowl shattered immediately, and the whole bowl of soup poured out. Zhuge Yue exclaimed, and jumped up, all the soup and water were sprinkled on his body, those white fungus and longan hung all over his chest like an exhibition, and steam was coming out.
Zhuge Yue's face was gloomy, looking at the mess all over his body, his eyes seemed to be breathing fire. Finally, he turned around and walked towards the bathroom, saying in a deep voice as he walked, "Come here, wipe me off!"
bathroom? It's the bathroom again!
Zhuge Yue was wearing a pair of black satin trousers, with his upper body bare, and he stood calmly in the middle of the room, squinting at Chu Qiao who was standing at the door, and softly hummed: "What are you standing there for? Come here!"
Chu Qiao's chest rose and fell rapidly, she took a deep breath, clenched her fists and then released them, then clenched them again, repeated this several times, and finally walked over. As she walked, she picked up a huge wooden bucket, and then filled a bucket of hot water from the bath, and walked in aggressively.
Chu Qiao's eyes were stern and her face was cold, at this moment, no matter how courageous Zhuge Yue had been, she couldn't help but feel a little terrified, she hurriedly took a step back, even made a defensive posture unconsciously, and asked cautiously: "What are you going to do? "
Chu Qiao lifted the wooden bucket full of water with one hand, and held the bottom of the bucket with the other hand, and said casually, "Didn't you ask me to wipe your body? How can you wipe it without getting wet?"
"I'm hurt!" The young man frowned, pointing to his chest and emphasizing loudly.
"Yes," Chu Qiao nodded, "I saw it, and I stabbed the wound."
"Then you still pour it like this?"
"How to wipe without getting wet?"
The dialogue is copying, "But I'm hurt."
"Yes, I saw it. I stabbed the wound."
"Okay," Zhuge Yue said with a bad complexion, "You go out."
Chu Qiao raised the wooden barrel to signal, "Is it really unnecessary?"
The man suddenly became angry, "I'll let you out!"
Afterwards, Chu Qiao turned around and walked out of the bathroom while whistling, very leisurely.
His body was dirty, except for blood and sweat, and now there was a pile of sweet soup, Zhuge Yue stood by the pool depressed, taking off his pants slowly. Just go down, just be careful not to touch the water, otherwise it will be infected, the infection will cause inflammation, the inflammation will leave scars, and the scars will be ugly.
"Hey, these are clean clothes. I just asked for them to be delivered."
The door of the bathing room was kicked open, Zhuge Yue jumped into the pool with a splash, and shouted angrily, "Get out!"
Zhuge Yue seemed to have forgotten that there was so much mist in the bath room, Chu Qiao could only see a shadow jumping into the water with a plop, and couldn't see the others clearly.
Chu Qiao smiled gleefully, and kindly reminded: "Be careful, don't drown." Then she turned around and left the bathroom.
The water had completely soaked the wound, Zhuge Yue angrily tore off the white silk from his shoulders, and slapped his palm on the water angrily!