The concubine's concubine smiled charmingly, and the villain king would not hesitate to tease h

A slight sense of guilt arose in her heart, Wen Xun'er saw that the rope had strangled blood on the boy's fair wrist, she pursed her lips, and walked forward, intending to untie the rope for him herself.

But the moment her hand touched the rope, she was just sitting there with her head down like a comatose teenager, suddenly she grabbed the rope with both hands and broke free, and pressed the rope against Wen Xun'er's neck with her backhand, pressing her directly. on the ground.

"Miss--"

"Miss-"

The person at the door cried out.

"Don't come here, otherwise, I'll strangle her to death!"

Xiao Jiwei raised his head, only then did everyone see that his eyes were scarlet and bloodshot, and they didn't know how he survived last night.

Wen Xun'er on the other end was suddenly deprived of his breath, and felt that his neck was about to be strangled!And close at hand, the young man's eyes were fierce, his eyes were full of killing intent, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, clearly he really wanted to strangle her to death.

"Master Biao, be merciful!"

Chunyue Qiuyue didn't dare to go forward, she was so anxious that she cried. In a hurry, the two of them knelt on the ground to beg for mercy, especially Chunyue, her eyes were red, and she trembled: "Mr. My fault, I caught the mouse and I let the cat go, kill me if you want to, don't touch Miss!"

"Biao... Young Master, you and Miss were married by the Holy Spirit. If something happens to Miss, you will definitely not live!" Qiuyue's head turned sharply, and she stuttered when she was nervous.

"So what's the matter!" Xiao Jiwei curled up one lip, and smiled coldly, "Anyway, I will not lose if you are buried with me, my eldest lady!"

Wen Xun'er's eyes turned black from the pain, and she fumbled around with her hands. Suddenly, she touched a dead mouse, and without thinking about it, she smeared it on Xiao Jiwei's face.

The stench of blood rushed towards his face, Xiao Jiwei's pupils shrank, and he let go of his hand.

The guard at the door rushed forward immediately, kicked Xiao Jiwei's knee, and protected Wen Xun'er: "Miss, are you alright?"

Wen Xun'er clutched her throat, unable to speak, and coughed violently on the side.

She almost coughed out her lungs, and on the other side, a guard rushed forward and knelt down Xiao Jiwei on the ground, and the young man smiled in Wen Xun'er's direction with blood on his face: "It's a pity, it's only a short walk away." Dot it!"

Wen Xun'er finally regained his composure, suddenly grabbed the rope at the side, and strangled him around his neck as well.

The young man was thin, and with a little effort, there were blue veins visible to the naked eye on his neck.

His face turned red from being strangled by Wen Xun'er, but he still stared at her, as if mocking her for not daring to kill him.

As soon as the anger in Wen Xun'er's heart came up, the strength in her hand became stronger, and she stopped suddenly when she saw that his pupils began to slack.

Xiao Jiwei was like her, lying on the ground breathing desperately, coughing violently.

But he could still laugh.

"Look, you just dare not kill me!"

Wen Xun'er gritted his teeth: "Lock him up, don't give him a doctor, don't give him food, let's see how long he can survive!"

After she finished speaking, she strode out, and Xiao Jiwei's wanton laughter came from behind her.

One day, two days.

On the fourth day, Xiao Jiwei was lying on the bed breathless, the wound bitten by the mouse began to rot and smell, and the blood on his body was also mixed with the smell of the mouse's corpse, which was extremely unpleasant.

But he just refused to beg for mercy.

Wen Xun'er stood at the door and looked at him. He was lying motionless on the bed, his hair was disheveled, his snow robe had turned black and red, and there was almost no good spot on his body.

Qiuyue was a little worried: "Miss, after all, your marriage was bestowed by the emperor. If he really died like this, it would be difficult for the emperor to blame him!"

Wen Xun'er had a cold face: "The plague outside is so severe, it's not uncommon for one or two people to die. Even if the emperor blames it, my aunt will always stand in my way!"

After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked out.

It was the season when the spirit of spring was strong, and a gust of wind blew the peach petals from the tree down one after another.

Wen Xun'er's mind suddenly flashed the scene when he saw Xiao Jiwei for the first time that day. The boy had just had his leg broken, the hem of his clothes was full of blood, he was dying like a sheep, he looked very pitiful.

If it wasn't for Wen Xun'er back then, perhaps, he might not have become what he is now!

"Chunyue, go get a basin of hot water, Qiuyue, go get the medicine box."

After Wen Xun'er finished speaking, she suddenly turned around and strode into the house.

Xiao Jiwei was lying on the bed dying, but he was not in a coma. When he saw Wen Xun'er coming in, he quietly closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to see her.

Wen Xun'er sat on the side of the bed and took off his robe that was stained with rat blood.

"you--"

Xiao Jiwei didn't have much strength, and he couldn't resist at all, but after being undressed by Wen Xun'er, his face still flushed red, adding a touch of blood to his paper-white face.

Wen Xun'er gave him a cold look: "If you want to live, shut up!"

Chunyue called the hot water.

Wen Xun'er carefully cleaned his exposed skin with a hot towel, and when he accidentally wiped the wound, the boy trembled in pain, his eyelashes fluttered, but he didn't speak any more.

Rats carry too many germs, and the wounds bitten by rats must be disinfected, but there was no disinfection technology in ancient times, so Wen Xun'er asked the guards to get high-concentration liquor to clean the wounds.

After four days, the wounds on Xiao Jiwei's body were inflamed and festered, and he was sweating profusely from the pain of being poured with white wine, and he seemed to be even weaker.

Wen Xun'er ignored him, and used scissors and a small knife that had been baked on the fire to clean up the wound and festering tissue around his body, and finally wrapped it up with medicinal gauze.

During the whole process, Xiao Jiwei was either trembling in pain or sweating profusely in pain, but he didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end.

By the time everything was done, it was completely dark.

Chunyue and Qiuyue cleaned up the scene, and prepared millet porridge according to Wen Xun'er's instructions.

There were only two people left in the room. In the darkness, Xiao Jiwei opened his eyes to look at her, and saw her sitting quietly in front of the bed and looking out of the window. The moonlight shone on her face, making her quiet face a little pale, but Her brows were gentle and calm, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

The whole cleaning process took two full hours, and Wen Xun'er did it herself from the beginning to the end. Facing his rotten and smelly wound, she didn't show any dislike. During the whole process, her face was serious, as if she was doing it. A sacred and solemn thing.

Xiao Jiwei suddenly couldn't understand her.

As the eldest lady of the Wen family, she was spoiled and spoiled since she was a child. Not to mention facing a person full of stench, she would throw even an object far away, so how could she be so careful to clean and take care of it.

But everything happened in a real way, and the pain during the whole process couldn't make him fall asleep at all. He stayed awake all the time, clearly perceived and saw all this clearly.