Yingqian blinked.

I still haven't figured out what Wen Qingzhi meant.

I felt a sharp and heartbreaking pain in my calf.

Her facial features are distorted.

Subconsciously, he curled up and looked at Wen Qingzhi with a horrified expression.

"what you do?!"

Yingqian looked like the sky had fallen.

But it's much more lovely than before when I was calm and relaxed, as if I saw everything calmly and calmly.

A smile flashed in Wen Qingzhi's eyes, and he said warmly:

"Be patient, I want to check if you have injured any bones."

Yingqian ducked backwards.

I was quite frightened by the almost heartbreaking pain just now.

"Does it hurt that much?"

She sniffed and whispered softly:

"I think there shouldn't be any. Otherwise, just give me some medicine. It's just a leg anyway."

"No."

When talking about the injury, Wen Qingzhi straightened his expression and showed a non-negotiable attitude.

There were stains on his white clothes.

It seems particularly obvious.

But he didn't care at all, and bent towards Yingqian, like coaxing an ignorant child, and said

"If the bones are in the way, you won't be able to dance anymore."

"I can't dance either."

“But it’s very beautiful and makes people remember it fresh.”

Yingqian was stunned.

I always feel like this doesn't sound like a compliment.

But how can a god like Wen Qingzhi deceive people?

at last.

That is to say, there is an aesthetic disorder.

It is true that doctors cannot heal themselves.

Yingqian's head was filled with chaotic thoughts.

Wen Qingzhi's cool fingertips quietly touched her calf.

Slide all the way down the leg bone.

He carefully avoided the wound.

After confirming that the bones were not injured, Wen Qingzhi's frown calmed down a little.

"fine."

Wen Qingzhi breathed a sigh of relief.

He took out the handkerchief, but did not rush to wipe the blood from his fingers. Instead, he carefully pressed Yingqian's wound that was still bleeding.

"Although it may hurt on cloudy and rainy days in the future, at least my leg can be saved. If it happens again, I will definitely not be so lucky."

Yingqian nodded blankly.

I have to say.

Wen Qingzhi at this time.

The whole body is bathed in Buddha's light.

It can be said to be quite sacred.

They are all extraordinary people.

Compared with Wen Qingzhi.

Qu Linlang can't even match the details of his clothes.

Taohua quickly brought back the hot water.

Seeing Yingqian's leg injury, she began to wipe her tears again.

Yingqian was in severe pain, and he had no intention of coaxing her, so he only comforted her perfunctorily:

"Calm down for a while, he's not dead yet."

Taohua cried even harder.

Wen Qingzhi wet the cloth and carefully wiped away the blood around the wound. When the bloody wound was completely exposed to his sight, even he couldn't help feeling frightened.

This was obviously deliberately targeted.

Just running to prevent Ying Qian from recovering from her injuries completely destroyed her legs.

Just a little bit worse.

Qu Linlang is about to succeed.

If it weren't for Yingqian, it wouldn't be a good thing.

He had fought his way out, but it was uncertain what a miserable end he would end up with.

Wen Qingzhi couldn't remember how many times he sighed today.

I wanted to tell Yingqian to be patient.

But then I thought about it.

I also feel that this is a bit redundant.

He was not Xiang Xuanhai, how could he be hugged and aggrieved by her tearfully tugging at his sleeves and acting like a spoiled brat.

Wen Qingzhi lowered his head and fixed his eyes on the wound, trying his best not to let his impetuous mood affect his men's movements.

Taohua clenched her fists at the side and kept sucking in the air-conditioning.

It looks like the injured person is not Yingqian.

But she is normal.

Yingqian squinted her eyes to prevent her attention from falling on the pain. Even though the nerves in her brain were screaming and twitching, her face remained expressionless.

"Thank you very much, otherwise I really don't know how today would end."

Wen Qingzhi paused with his fingertips, carefully sprinkled the medicinal powder on the injured area, and then said:

"You saved yourself. I didn't do anything. There is no need to thank me."

"where."

Yingqian pulled up a strand of long hair and said as if teasingly:

"If I really hurt Qu Linlang, this Beiyan traitor's identity will be confirmed."

After wrapping the wound with a cloth and making sure that no more blood would ooze, Wen Qingzhi finally took a look at her.

He cleaned his hands.

He took out a plate of snacks from the hidden compartment on the side and brought it to Yingqian.

Ying Qian originally wanted to be polite.

"I don't…"

The words were only half spoken.

A crisp "gurgling" sound resounded throughout the carriage.

Yingqian's face froze.

And Taohua said very innocently:

"Miss, eat when you're hungry! Your stomach is already growling!"

Yingqian was really puzzled.

How did such a stupid kid, who didn't even look at his eyes, survive in Beiyan Palace?

By luck?

"I see!"
To be continued...