Xia Ziluo was about to cry.

"No... it's not mine, it's someone else's." Murong Xitian had to argue, but Xia Ziluo suddenly jumped behind him like a loach.

Canghaoju is brightly lit at this moment, and the yard is full of red lanterns, just like the daytime, and everything can be seen clearly.

When she saw the blood soaking his entire back clothes, Xia Ziluo was so scared that she shivered all over and almost fell to the ground with her legs softened.

Oh my God, so much blood, Murong Xitian has shed so much blood!

"Are you all stupid? Why don't you go and call the imperial physician?" Xia Ziluo, who was lost in his mind and regained his sanity in an instant, wiped away the tears from his eyes.

Crying at this time is useful, but it is not a magical elixir that can save people.

While Xia Ziluo was helping the guards resume patrols to protect Murong Xitian's safety, he asked someone to call the imperial physician immediately, arrange hot water, and then issued an order to Xin Jiefeng: "Don't stick like a telephone pole, come and help me help the prince in and lie down."

Xin Jiefeng glanced at Xia Ziluo and walked over silently. Regardless of Murong Xitian's reaction, he helped him to the room and lay down.

Then, Xia Ziluo arranged for a while, then came to the bed with water and towels.

"After the wound is cleaned, should I be sutured? Or just apply medicine directly?" Xia Ziluo didn't know how severe and deep Murong Xitian was injured, so he was even more anxious.

Murong Xitian looked at her and had to sigh: "Luoer, it's okay, don't worry."

"If you believe you, I'm a pig." Xia Ziluo ignored what Murong Xitian said, and his little hands climbed onto his body and wanted to take off his clothes.

"Luoer, although my husband is strong, he is injured after all." Murong Xitian didn't want her to see the wound on her back, for fear of scaring her.

She is so weak, like the shyest lotus in the water, and she will cry and swollen eyes and die of sadness.

Xia Ziluo's hand was indeed paused and asked in confusion: "What does it mean? Do you want me to be gentler?"

"No, for my husband, I am not suitable for sexual intercourse." Murong Xitian tried to divert Xia Ziluo's attention, and even made such a shameful excuse.

"Ah?" Xia Ziluo pointed at himself with round eyes, "I'm not a slutty girl who is in heat at any time! I'll talk nonsense, I'll let Xin Jiefeng lit your mute hole."

Xin Jiefeng, who was innocently shot, touched his nose. Although their conversations were funny, he couldn't even laugh.

He was worried that Murong Xitian's injury had lost a lot of blood before, but now the wound collapsed again, afraid it was...

"I..." Before Murong Xitian could speak, his clothes were stripped off by Xia Ziluo.

Suddenly, a scary wound came into Xia Ziluo's eyes.

Xia Ziluo's eyes turned red again. She trembled her hands and circled on Murong Xitian's back, but she had no idea how to start.

The last time his small wound had already caused her various headaches, and now this big wound... Xia Ziluo subconsciously swallowed his saliva, suppressing all kinds of messy emotions such as fear, worry, panic, etc.

"Xin Jiefeng, I won't do it, come and help me." In order to get Murong Xi to get the correct treatment this morning, Xia Ziluo decisively retreated from the battlefield and Gansuo for logistics.
Chapter completed!