I became the apex of my nemesis by acting

From the moment Xue Beiwang got into the carriage, he was ready to serve as a cow and a horse for King Min, but unexpectedly the carriage drove all the way to the post station, and the quiet Xue Beiwang felt a little uncomfortable all the way.

The carriage came to a complete stop, Xue Beiwang helped Bai Chengjue off the horse, the iron helmet left a few red marks on his neck, the cut was very shallow, and a thin scab had already formed on the blood mark.

The skin exposed on the neck is delicate, like a piece of fine silk, a bloody mouth can be pulled out with a light touch of a sharp weapon.

Merging with the people in memory again.

"My lord's neck is beautiful, isn't it?"

Xue Beiwang avoided looking away, took Bai Chengjue's hand back uncomfortably, and said coldly, "No."

"Master will be scratched if he wears an iron helmet." After listening to Xianglian, Xue Bei glanced at the scratched neck from the corner of his eyes. There was no old injury on the neck, and it looked like it was a new injury.

Xianglian's eyes darkened, and she said in a low voice, "It doesn't look good to have scars."

When she looked back, she saw Bai Chengjue's eyes narrowed in displeasure, and raised her hand to slap her lips lightly. Under the iron helmet, Bai Chengjue let out a sigh, turned and walked towards the inn.

Xue Beiwang watched Bai Chengjue's back go away, and clenched his back teeth impatiently: "It's really hard to serve, why is Hao Duanduan unhappy again..."

Xianglian sighed helplessly, and said, "He's not angry with you, but angry with me for talking too much."

Xue Beiwang said in a low voice: "...a piece of silk cloth under the iron helmet may be better."

"We have also discussed this method with the prince. He thinks it is troublesome. Otherwise, you can go and talk to the prince. If you want to look north, the prince will probably listen."

Xue Beiwang let out a snort, glanced at Xianglian indifferently, and strode towards the station without saying anything more.

Except for Jueyu, he couldn't show any tenderness to those irrelevant people or things.

In the room, Bai Chengjue took off his iron helmet and applied ointment to the mirror.

There was the sound of the teacup being put down behind him, but Bai Chengjue didn't turn his head, his fingers stained with ointment spun around on the scar.

His face was slightly pale due to the pain like a needle pricking a wound.

"If you don't stare at you, how can you apply medicine again!"

Bai Chengjue wrote, "The wound is healed, this ointment is not effective and may leave scars." '

"My lord, you don't need to go back to the Baihua Pavilion anymore, so why use it?"

Outside, after hearing Xianglian's words, Xue Beiwang slowed down. He still wanted to listen carefully about the Baihua Pavilion.

The door was pushed open with a sound of "Huh-", Xue Beiwang looked up and saw Xianglian standing outside the door with squinting eyes.

"Wangbei, you came just in time." Xianglian handed the medicinal materials wrapped in kraft paper to Xue Beiwang, "My lord is in poor health and needs to be warmed with soup and medicine. You boil the medicine and bring it up while it is hot. This medicine needs to be soaked in warm water." After a quarter of an hour, decoct in cold water."

Xue Beiwang nodded: "Okay."

Xianglian looked at Xue Beiwang's back and breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door and turned around to see Bai Chengjue's cold face, sticking out her tongue in embarrassment, curled up like a little quail, and slowly moved to Bai Chengjue's side.

Bai Chengjue sneered and held up the paper with writing on it, "Speak louder. '

"Wrong, but Brother Ye Gui said that this medicine should not be used frequently. It is still eight or nine days away to go to Nanmin County. The carriage is bumpy. No matter what, the iron helmet will rub your neck open. This medicine will solve the problem. You This body can't bear it, can't it?"

When Xianglian said these words, she didn't dare to raise her head, and even the words were muffled under her tongue.

She raised her eyes cautiously, saw Bai Chengjue was thinking, coughed twice, and took half a step forward...

"Wang Bei said that the master wrapped a circle of silk under the iron helmet, so that the neck would not be easily damaged."

Bai Chengjue lowered his eyes and wrote, "It's not good to be seen by others." '

It's not that he hadn't thought about it, but this iron helmet was a shackle bestowed by the late emperor, if he did so and fell into the eyes of other perpetrators, he would definitely hand over a booklet in the name of disrespecting the late emperor.

She usually walks outside as Jueyu and rarely wears an iron helmet, but now she has been away for several days, except for one person who can stay in the house for a moment to breathe.

This iron helmet had to be like a prisoner's shackles, proclaiming to the world that he, Bai Chengjue, was born a sinner.

If you are a sinner, how can you breathe.

Seeing that Bai Chengjuan's expression was gloomy, Xiang Lian squatted in front of Bai Chengjuan and held his palm: "Then we will get in the carriage and wrap it in a layer of satin, and take it off when we get off the carriage. When we go to Nanmin County, we still need to check for the lack of relief funds." One case, when you fall ill, I don't think Prince Xuan is a person who can manage things."

'I see. Bai Chengjue smiled slightly, and burned the paper full of words on the candlestick.

"Grandpa will sleep with his eyes closed. I will sit in the room and keep watch. No one will come in."

Bai Chengjue nodded and went to sleep with his clothes on.

At this moment in the kitchen, Xue Beiwang frowned as he looked at the soaked herbs.

He has seen all these medicinal herbs. After Jueyu became dumb, the doctor specially used them to recuperate Jueyu's body. He said that the dumb medicine was mixed with other poisons, and it would take some time to dispel the residual poison in the body.

Xue Beiwang didn't see King Min say anything along the way.

Even the orchid fragrance on King Min's body, the delicate touch of the skin is somewhat similar to Jueyu, and sometimes he can vaguely feel the breath of Jueyu through those eyes.

Xue Beiwang thought for a while, took out the handkerchief, and planned to take some of it away. After returning to the city, he asked what the medicine was used for.

Xianglian knocked on the door twice and said, "What are you doing?"

Xue Beiwang hurriedly put away the handkerchief: "It's nothing."

"The medicine hasn't been cooked yet? It's slow to death..."

"Miss Xianglian, may I ask what this medicine is for?"

"My lord was poisoned by someone when he was young, and his health has been bad all the time. It all depends on this medicine to warm him up."

"It's been a few years since I stopped taking the medicine. Who knows that the old disease has relapsed recently, and I have to drink it for a while. It's you... hurry up and bring the medicine up. The motorcade will leave in two hours. You'll have to sleep in the carriage when you're late."

Xue Beiwang nodded and said, "Understood."

Xianglian turned her back and let out a sigh of relief. At that time, she just wanted to get Xue Beiwang away as soon as possible. Fortunately, she reacted in time to explain the matter about the medicine.

"Miss Xianglian, has your lord's voice been bad recently?"

Karen frowned, then turned her face to hide her smile: "Why do you ask like that?"

"My lord hasn't said a word all this way."

After Xianglian understood, she felt that Xue Beiwang was not very smart, and never thought that his questions would come one after another. Xianglian coughed twice and cleared her throat.

"You are sent by the king of Yan. The lord doesn't want to spend too much time talking with you. The king forced you into the mansion before, and he gave the lord a blow in front of his servants. The lord vomited blood in the lobby, so why? will like you."

Xue Beiwang nodded, Xianglian's words made sense.

But he still felt that King Min gave him an indescribably familiar feeling, as if he had been with King Min for a long time.

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