Peach Blossom Song + Fanwai

The King of Han immediately recalled the pain when he was hit by the arrow, his face turned pale, and he still nodded bravely.

Jun Yao relaxed her movements, twisted the handkerchief, and wiped the wound.As soon as the veil touched the wound, Han Wang's shoulders trembled, and his flesh shrank.Jun Yao was ruthless, she didn't stop, and gently wiped off the remaining wound medicine.The King of Han hissed, and he quickly bit his lip.

The water that was brought to wash the wound had turned a layer of blood, and the wound was finally cleaned up, ready for new medicine.The King of Han never complained of pain, but could not hold back his tears.

The herbs were smashed, and the effect of the medicine was in the medicine juice. As soon as the medicine juice soaked into the wound, it hurt like a knife, Hanwang shuddered suddenly, and gasped.Jun Yao paused and went to see the King of Han.

The king of Han was afraid that she would be worried, so he opened his mouth to comfort her, but when he opened his mouth, he choked up uncontrollably: he said it didn't hurt, and tears rolled down his face.

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The king of Han was ashamed: he was so shy, A Yao looked at him.

It's still a little gentleman, everyone reluctantly takes a look.

Chapter 72

Once the tears fell, they couldn't stop.

Just said it didn't hurt, but cried so pitifully, Hanwang looked at Junyao with red rabbit eyes, then lowered his head and stopped talking.

When she lowered her head, two small ears were exposed. The small earlobes were white, and it must be soft and slippery to the touch.Seeing her pitiful appearance, Jun Yao suddenly wanted to touch her ears for some reason.She abruptly moved her eyes away and landed on the wound.

The wound was cleansed and the blood was gone, but the horror remained undiminished.The flesh was turned outwards, and the arrowhead had scratched it, and the white bones could still be seen vaguely.Flesh and blood, I don't know how painful it is.

The medicinal juice was soaked into the meat, and the medicinal properties were irritating, like cold water pouring into a hot pot, the pain made people tremble all over.The King of Han hung his head, tears still falling.

After applying the medicine after a while, I wrapped it in a cloth, and the cloth rubbed against the wound, only to make it more painful.Jun Yao took out a snow-white handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to the King of Han.

The King of Han took it, and still remembered saying politely: Thank you.

Jun Yao bent the corner of her lower lip, but without making a sound, she quickly applied the remaining herbs and wrapped up the wound.The King of Han gasped in pain, and the tears that Fang wiped fell more and more.Her body was tense, she didn't dare to move, her shoulders couldn't help shrinking, and the wound trembled reflexively.

Finally, the pain eased a little, Hanwang's face was full of tears, she sobbed and wiped her tears with a handkerchief, the tears smeared on the handkerchief, and a piece was wet.

The king of Han wanted to stop crying, but the tears couldn't be stopped.She raised her eyes, tears were dim, seeing Jun Yao looking at her, she wanted to stop even more.Crying a lot can be annoying.She doesn't want to be boring.

But tears don't listen to her.

Sister Jun seldom stayed in the room, and she always left quickly when she finished her work.However, now that the injury is wrapped up, she still hasn't left.The king of Han guessed that Xu Shi still had something to tell her.

She cried so much that it was hard to talk.

The King of Han wiped his tears anxiously, and the handkerchief was wet from crying.It's just that when a person suffers pain, the tears she shed cannot be controlled.The King of Han's eyes were red and swollen from crying, but the tears could not be stopped.

Jun Yao sat beside her, watching her wiping her face carelessly with a small paw, leaving messy tear stains.Fearing that Jun Yao would be impatient, the King of Han looked over with red eyes and asked in a low voice: Do you have something to say.

As soon as she spoke, she raised her head slightly, her earlobes were buried under her shoulders, and she couldn't see her, but her smooth forehead was facing Jun Yao.

Jun Yao set her gaze on her black forehead hair.Her hair was combed into a bun, and although she had been lying down for three days, it was not messed up.The forehead hair was attached to the head obediently, thinking of the limp temperament of the little highness, the hair is also soft.

Jun Yao's heart skipped a beat, and she reached out to stroke Han Wang's hair.

King Han's eyes widened.

Well, she is the King of Han, so she can't be patted casually.She wants to protest, it seems that she is actually very dignified.

Before opening her mouth, Jun Yao calmly withdrew her hand and said calmly: "It's okay, it didn't burn up."

It turned out to be to test her temperature.The King of Han was very reasonable, since it was a serious matter, she didn't protest, but nodded along, looking relieved: It's fine if you don't burn, the wound will heal quickly.

There was a smile in Jun Yao's eyes.

The tears gradually stopped.Jun Yao fetched clean water, twisted the towel, and washed her face with the King of Han.The King of Han wiped away the tears, his face became clear and he felt much more comfortable.

It is very boring for a person to lie on the couch, facing a silent room alone, unable to move and have nothing to pass the time.Before Jun Yao left, the King of Han started talking to her, hoping to make her stay longer.

Are we in the mountains?

Jun Yao nodded.

What is the mountain? Where is this place?

Jun Yao was startled, she has traveled so far, the world is big, but to her, it is all the same, no matter where it is, what mountain it is.Jun Yao pondered for a while, this place is not far from the place where His Highness was assassinated, there is an official post there, presumably there is a big county not far away, this mountain is located to the west, it is called Xishan, it can't be wrong to think about it.

Hanwang asked, still looking at Junyao.

Jun Yao said lightly: "Xishan."

West Hills.The King of Han made a gesture in his mind, probably the mountain west of Linzi.She was seriously injured, and sister Jun carried her on her back, so she couldn't go too far. When she was assassinated, she was already close to Linzi.It should be that mountain.