She always knew that Yang Qian had something to hide, but she didn't expect it to be like this. She admitted that she had lost control recently, but what she did was somewhat tentative.

After exploring such a result, she felt ashamed of judging a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

But she didn't regret it. If she was alone, her head would have a scar that was big, but she still had an unrecognizable brother, Xiao Qian and her mother who were looking forward to her return, and her hastily.

She was worried, and this world would not allow her to make mistakes.

So she was ashamed of her temptation of Yang Qian and Sanmeng, but she didn't think this was wrong. Being careful can always make a ten thousand-year-old ship.

She couldn't believe anyone when she was unsure of affirming that the other party was kind.

When he returned to the room, Changsun Tao was still sleeping peacefully. His brows were relaxed and his expression seemed peaceful.

"Caocao, it's great that you're fine." Yu Qinghuan knew that at this moment, Changsun Tao was relaxing, without licking blood from the blade, let alone living in the shadow of swords and swords, away from the court, he lived freely and freely.

Yu Qinghuan even felt that he might as well not wake up, and just live his life happily.

But that may not be possible. The hasty fortune is not only so, and he still has a more difficult road to go.

If he is an emperor, he will definitely be a famous king for all ages. Therefore, he must work hard to accumulate merit for him and restore him as soon as possible.

No matter what, I will always be with him and not leave him alone.

Slowly, Yu Qinghuan lay on the edge of the bed and fell asleep.

The little boy on the couch has not yet woken up. In the quiet room, three shallow and even breathing sounds indicate that the night is getting deeper.

Next door, Yang Qian touched his chin from time to time and smiled foolishly. Sanmeng noticed his abnormality and still frowned: "Brother Yang, Miss Chu is already a married woman. You must not do that common thing. With Brother Yang's temperament, there must be a lady who is obsessed with her. Why should she hang herself on that thin and small crooked tree?"

Yang Qian said: "Brother Meng, brother Meng, your thoughts are really dirty and mean."

Sanmeng stretched: "I'm just going to bed, Brother Yang please take care of yourself."

Yang Qian waved impatiently: "Self-hearted, self-hearted."

Sanmeng looked at him disgustedly, then left with a swaying sleeve.

Yang Qian turned over and lay on the bed. When he thought of the "Brother" that Yu Qinghuan called softly, his heart felt soft.

It turns out that having relatives feels like this.

As soon as the third update of the buzz was knocked, Yu Qinghuan woke up because his hands were pressed and he moved his body to make the blood flow smoothly. She stood up to check the boy's condition. Seeing that his pulse was peaceful and stable, she tucked the quilt for him, and then returned to Changsun Tao.

As soon as his hand touched his forehead, a burning temperature scared Yu Qinghuan's hand bounced back suddenly.

After covering his hand again, he realized that Changsun Tao had a fever and was very severe.

Yu Qinghuan quickly clamped his pulse, and his disordered pulse was beating under his fingertips - his internal injuries were not healed, and there was a poison that could not be cured in his body, because the ancient Ganoderma lucidum and grandfather's medicine, his internal injuries and toxins were suppressed.

But now, it is becoming a vague recurrence.

Yu Qinghuan was worried. Although Changsun Tao's injuries did not hurt the vital points, the wound was very deep and a lot of blood was shed. The injured person was prone to fever, not to mention that Changsun Tao still had such a body.

Yu Qinghuan took the two jars of the strongest wine and poured it directly into the basin. The wine fragrance filled the room. Yu Qinghuan threw a handkerchief into it, wringed it out, and then began to wipe Changsun Tao's forehead and neck.

"Caocao, hold on and it will be fine soon."

Yu Qinghuan's heart was about to hurt. This silly man was full of holes, and some of them were still hurt by her.

She felt so distressed, but what's the use?

She could not bear it for him, so she could only try her best to relieve his pain.

After wiping her neck and continuing to wiping her body, Yu Qinghuan rarely does such a job of serving people, but she does it properly and meticulously, without any inadequateness.

After working hard for a whole hour, Changsun Tao's fever finally slowly subsided.

Because the inn is Yang Qian and others' territory, the inn has commonly used medicinal materials. Yu Qinghuan decocted a piece of anti-heat and anti-inflammatory medicine. When it was lightly dawn, he brought the medicine into the room.

Changsun Tao was not awake yet, but his situation became much more stable. Yu Qinghuan took the medicine and fed him a bite, then wiped the corners of his mouth.

The blood from the wound did not stop completely, and a large area of ​​gauze was dizzy and oozed out, which was shocking.

"Caughty, bear it and you'll pass." Yu Qinghuan said lightly, but only she herself could feel the trembling in her words.

She was anxious and afraid, as if she had returned to a while ago. If Changsun Tao had any problems, she would not have survived!

The boy lying on the couch had woken up at some point, sitting on the bed staring at Yu Qinghuan, old-fashioned, like a little adult.

Yu Qinghuan wiped the sweat from Changsun Tao's temples and gently tucked the quilt for him. Then he got up and came to the boy and asked him: "What's your name? How old are you? Where are you living in? Why are you being chased? Did you mess with someone you shouldn't mess with?"

The boy said without hesitation: "Dong Shi, the fruit is the fruit. Six years old."

With so many questions, the five or six-year-old boy did not get confused because of this, but instead quickly picked up the unimportant questions to answer.

It's really not a simple child.

Yu Qinghuan didn't ask any further, went to the kitchen to serve a bowl of millet porridge and put it in front of the boy: "Eat slowly, there is not enough in the pot."

It’s not that she was not curious about Dong Shi’s life experience, but that even if she asked, Dong Shi might not be able to answer, so she simply didn’t ask and observed slowly.

"Thank you." Dong Shi's tone was still like a little adult, more like a wolf cub, with alienation and alertness to everyone.

Yu Qinghuan couldn't help feeling a little sad. Premature children usually endure suffering that their peers have never endured. This child must also have a heart-wrenching past.

Withdrew his distressed gaze, Yu Qinghuan sat next to Changsun Tao, picked up the needle and thread basket, and sewed the clothes in the light that penetrated into the window.

There weren't a few clothes in total, and I broke one last night, so I should do something new.

Because she was absent-minded, Yu Qinghuan thorned her fingers several times, but she did not stop because she could not think about everything and her heart could be calm.

Dong Shi had already used up the millet porridge, and he had no intention of asking for another bowl.

Yu Qinghuan asked him: "Do you still want to eat?"

Dong Shi shook his head: "No preference, understanding moderation is my family motto. I have been hungry for several days, and eating too much at once is not good for my health."

If he was willing to say more, Yu Qinghuan thought that he would remain silent for a while.

Perhaps, like animals, children have a keen intuition about good and evil, and know that they will not harm him, so they changed their attitude.

But what is this child’s identity?

Why are you chased and killed at a young age?
Chapter completed!