The black iron bell swayed, and the ringtone sounded crisp, while the evil ghost retreated in an instant and disappeared.

Zhou Yanqing sighed in a deep tone: "Wenzhou, Doctor Xuan!"

She stepped forward and held the seriously injured Qinggui.

Under the mask, the man's handsome and indifferent eyes rippled with shallow ripples.

He seemed to dislike being touched and was about to brush Zhou Yanqing away, but his figure shook and he felt dizzy.

The wound is still bleeding, the wound is very long and full of blood, and you can even see the internal organs inside.

Zhou Yanqing calculated in his heart: "He was originally coming for my heart."

But she was sitting at that time, and the blow scratched Qinggui's abdomen.

"grown ups!!"

The man in black who was lurking secretly rushed over.

Qinggui's expression was still faint. He briefly explained a few words. This cold and arrogant man seemed to have a taciturn personality and was unwilling to talk nonsense.

What he told me was to stop the imperial physician?

So the imperial physician was stopped outside Zichen's palace.

Zhou Yanqing frowned: "You are too seriously injured, so you must let the imperial physician see you!"

Qinggui glanced at her with a slight look, as if he was too lazy to pay attention to her.

He pulled his belt open, his snow-white body was as slender as a jade tree.

Zhou Yanqing was stunned. The perfect lines and beautiful mermaid lines were the type of people who looked thin when they were dressed with meat and undressing.

Her thoughts were deviated for a moment, and she quickly caught them and stuffed them into her mind.

"Go and make a basin of water."

Qinggui ordered coldly.

At this time, except for Qinggui, there was only Zhou Yanqing in Zichen Palace.

Zhou Yanqing was stunned for a moment before she realized that the order was to "instruct" herself to send her as the emperor?

She turned around and called a basin of clear water as she said. When she came back, she saw Qinggui's manners were elegant and cold, and he sat on the golden couch in Zichen Palace.

Zhou Yanqing glanced at the couch several times and muttered secretly.

This couch seems to be solid gold. After turning back and cutting the dragon bed, can she continue to peel the couch?

The little emperor is really rich!

Qinggui held the long green gown he had just taken off, looking indifferent. He rolled up the long gown and used it as a cloth to wipe the blood from his wound.

Then he used clean water to clean the wound, and finally took out a white jade bottle from somewhere, sprinkled milky white powder on his own wound, and then tore his long gown into a group to bandage the wound for himself.

During this period, there was no room for Zhou Yanqing to intervene.

Finally.

The man in black brought a new set of clothes for the green ghost to wear.

When the Qinggui was dressed neatly, from the outside, he looked like Lanzhi and his waist was still straight. If it weren't for the bloody smell in the palace, there was no sign of his injury.

He flew out of Zichen Palace with a pointer, leaving the man in black here to deal with the aftermath.

From beginning to end, the only conversation between him and Zhou Yanqing was "making a basin of clean water".

The man in black touched and bent down to pick up the blood-torn bloody clothes of the Qinggui, then took away the basin of the blood stained with blood, and even ordered a cup of ambergris to cover up the bloody smell here.

Zhou Yanqing sat in a chair in a deep state, her face turned a little pale.

She would probably not be able to adapt to such things, if she saw living people bleeding with her own eyes.

"This won't work!"

She clenched her fists.

Her heart was still too hot and not cold enough.

She looked straight ahead, not knowing where the ghost was.

...

That night, the little fool Liang Wenqi rushed into Zichen Palace. As soon as he came in, he hugged Zhou Yanqing.
Chapter completed!