After dressing as a villain's ex-wife, she went crazy for whitewashing

Mother Lu didn't dare to look at the wound, she turned her face away, her tightly clasped hands trembled slightly.

After wiping off the blood stains on Xiao Yunheng's body, Lu Xiyue went to Aunt Zhou's house again to borrow a needle and thread.

The wound on his shoulder was huge and deep, as long as two fingers. If it wasn't stitched up, it would crack if he moved, and it would be useless to use more herbs to stop the bleeding.

After uncovering the cloth and washing the herbs, she put the needle on the candle and burned it red to sterilize it, and carefully stitched up the wound for him.

Apart from this new injury, there are still many scars on his back, which were added from time to time during his exile.

Looking at these hideous scars, Lu Xiyue couldn't help feeling that he had a strong will. For someone else, let alone forbearance and planning, it would be considered good if he survived.

Falling from the clouds is dangerous, and he can climb back, only Xiao Yunheng can do it.

After the wound was stitched up and covered with herbs again, she breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

Lu's mother's eyes were red, and when she finally stopped, she couldn't hold back the tears that fell down: "How, how is Yun Heng?"

"Mother, don't worry, he's fine." She reached out and squeezed her sore shoulder, and pulled Mother Lu back to her room: "Don't worry, I'm here, everything will be fine."

Mother Lu had no doubts about her daughter's ability, she just felt uncomfortable seeing Yun Heng's pale face.

That child is also a poor man!

She also knew that Lu Xiyue must be very tired after a busy night, so she hurriedly said, "You should rest first, I will watch over Yunheng."

"How can this be done?" Lu Xiyue frowned, knowing that she was worried about herself, and advised her unhurriedly: "I know how to heal, and I can handle whatever happens to him at night. Mother, you should rest first, and you can help me tomorrow." That's it."

Mother Lu also made sense, Xiao Yunheng's life is the most important right now.

She raised her foggy eyes and fell on Lu Xiyue's tired face, full of reluctance: "I'm sorry for you, Yue'er."

"Where is it, mother, go to sleep, I will turn off the light."

She pressed Mother Lu to lie down, blew out the candle, and turned to Xiao Yunheng's room.

About half an hour later, after confirming that Mother Lu would not wake up at night, she opened the door and went up the mountain quietly.

The trap was obviously set by the hunter, and he had to deal with the corpse before anyone found it, otherwise, being found would definitely be a big trouble.

The dew was heavy at night, so she got a torch to light it when she got to the mountain.

When she found the corpse, she searched it from top to bottom, but she was not disappointed, and found ten taels of silver.

She pulled out the knife from the corpse's heart, it was just an ordinary dagger, and without thinking about it, she wiped off the blood with the cloth on the corpse, and left it behind.

Xiao Yunheng is not dead, Yao Xinyu is restless all day, he will never give up the assassination, keep this dagger just in case.

It's not easy to bury the corpse casually, there are often hunters here, and the new soil dug up will definitely arouse suspicion, and then someone will dig it out.

This method doesn't work.

After much deliberation, it is only suitable to throw it into the lake below.

The lake at the foot of the mountain is not big, it is connected with a river, extending from Dashan Village, across several cities and states, and they are upstream, even if the body is found by then, it will be far away from them, no one doubts not come.

After making up her mind, she directly found a short cliff and threw him down.

"Oh!"

The body fell into the water and caused big waves, Lu Xiyue returned to the trap, picked up the firewood bundled by Xiao Yunheng and left.

Under the moonlight, a bright white suddenly caught her attention.

She reached out and pulled the soft thing off.

It was a wild rabbit that had lost its breath.

The one hanging on the pile of firewood seemed to be captured by Xiao Yunheng.

That's okay, take it back and use it to make up for him.

After finally returning home, she went into the room to check Xiao Yunheng's situation. The newly lit candle was swayed by the wind outside the window, reflecting the gentle and handsome face of the man on the bed, with an unusual crimson color on his cheeks.

Lu Xiyue felt a "click" in her heart, and reached out to touch his forehead.

So hot!

He even had a fever!

She held her forehead slightly, and sighed deeply, and she really couldn't stop for a moment.

There is no medicine right now, so he can only think of other ways to reduce his fever.

She remembered that when the ice was made this morning, she took a piece and put it in the kitchen, ready to make cold drinks, and now it just came in handy.

Alcohol is not available here, and it is also possible to use wine instead.

She doesn't drink, the wine jug that has been on the window sill for several days was given to Xiao Yunheng by Aunt Zhou.

He was still injured, so naturally he couldn't drink.

Lu Xiyue smashed ice cubes and put them in the cloth towel for washing her face, and applied cold compresses to Xiao Yunheng's forehead.

This time, she didn't take off his clothes, rolled up the cuffs directly along the limbs, and wiped the young man's limbs with wine over and over again.

It has to be said that he has an excellent figure, with broad shoulders and slender arms, every inch of tight muscles are evenly spread out, and his lines are smooth, which is obtained in exchange for years of martial arts.

Normally, Lu Xiyue would have taken a good look at it with an admiring attitude, but she was tired all night, and she just wanted to take the heat off his body quickly so that he could rest for a while.

About half an hour passed, and finally the fever began to subside.

She was so tired that she could hardly keep her eyes open, insisted on tidying up her things, and finally she couldn't move anymore, so she sat on the chair by the bed, leaned against the edge of the bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Xiao Yunheng had a dream. In the dream, he was seriously injured, dying, and almost lost consciousness. A plain figure appeared in front of him in a trance, calling his name constantly.

He thought he couldn't make it through this time.

The morning light fell on his face through the window, bringing hotness, Xiao Yunheng slowly opened his eyes.

He was taken aback when the familiar environment came into his eyes.

How did he come back here?

In doubt, he wanted to get up, but the slight movement of his body touched the wound on his shoulder, and a burst of pain hit him.

He took a deep breath and stroked his injured shoulder. A thin cloth was wrapped around it, and it smelled like grass.

His doubts deepened, his squinting eyes caught a glimpse of a small figure, and he looked over.

The woman with a beautiful face was lying on the side of the bed in an extremely uncomfortable posture, her beautiful willow eyebrows were slightly twisted, her breathing was even, she was obviously in a deep sleep.

The clothes on her body were dirty, stained with mud and moisture, and her hair was hanging down on her forehead and had not been straightened.

Xiao Yunheng's breathing froze at this moment.

She was the one who saved herself!

Recalling last night, he still remembered that after killing the assassin, he was also seriously injured and fell down. At that time, he was still somewhat conscious.

It's just that he has no strength, can't open his eyes, and can't open his mouth.

He remembered that that figure was Lu Xiyue, and she found him regardless of the darkness and danger, and carried him down the mountain to stop the bleeding and heal his injuries.

This is not the first time she has taken risks to save herself.

Recalling all the things along the way, Xiao Yunheng's eyes that fell on the woman's slender figure withdrew from the usual indifference and alienation.

At this moment, the chest that had been cold and silent for a long time was filled with strange emotions, and it quietly climbed up.