Time travel, Your Highness Ninth Prince has been rejected from marriage again!

Qingyun's eyes had been staring at his big hand with distinct joints, and then she saw him stop. Qingyun swallowed unconsciously, raised her eyes to look at Yan Siyuan, and saw the smile and teasing in his eyes.

Qingyun's hair suddenly exploded, "Are you kidding me?"

"I don't, it's just that I feel a little uncomfortable when you look at me like this."

Qingyun hugged her chest and snorted softly, then turned around. There was a whispering sound behind him until the sound stopped.

Qingyun asked, "Are you ready?"

He didn't hear an answer, so he turned around. His face was completely white, his muscles were tight, and his eight-pack abs were clearly arranged. The small wounds on it add some tension.

Qingyun's eyes widened instantly and she couldn't move her eyes away. It wasn't until she felt a stream of heat flowing out of her nose that she quickly turned her head and covered her nose.

At first, Yan Siyuan was still admiring Qingyun's surprised eyes, and was a little annoyed after seeing her nosebleed.

He took the handkerchief and handed it to Qingyun, "wipe it first."

Qingyun didn't dare to look at him, her face was flushed like a ripe apple. He grabbed the handkerchief from Yan Siyuan's hand and held it against his nose.

He glanced at Yan Siyuan who was still wearing his shirt and said, "You...go to the side and don't hang around in front of me."

Yan Siyuan had no choice but to put on his clothes. After a while, Qingyun's nosebleed stopped.

Looking at Yan Siyuan again, he was wearing loose clothes and no belt. The abdominal muscles on the chest are looming.

Qingyun took a deep breath and looked directly at his face instead of looking at his abdominal muscles.

He asked with a serious face: "Where is your injury?".

Yan Siyuan hesitated, "Why don't I just stop reading it?"

Qingyun's face turned red after she finally got rid of it, but she still held on and said, "No, I want to make sure you are seriously injured first."

Yan Siyuan didn't dare to tease her anymore, so he took off his shirt in a proper manner, exposing his back.

A long whip wound ran through his entire back, from top to bottom. There was white powder sprinkled on it, but the blood still soaked out.

It is somewhat similar to the injury on Qingyun's back, but different. What is clear is a stab wound, long but thin. As for Yan Siyuan's whiplash, the wound was messy and difficult to heal. Such a wound will definitely leave a scar.

Qingyun couldn't help but stretched out her hand. When her fingertips touched his wound, her hand trembled. Yan Siyuan's body also trembled.

Qingyun's movements made his back itch. Qingyun's hand followed the traces of the wound from top to bottom, and Yan Siyuan's body couldn't stop trembling.

Just when he thought Qingyun just touched her, a warm current appeared on his back. Yan Siyuan's pupils dilated and he froze in place, daring not to move. The heartbeat speeds up and the breathing becomes thicker. She pursed her thin lips tightly and carefully felt the warmth on her back.

Qingyun came closer because she wanted to smell the medicinal powder on his body. It only happened for a moment, and she didn't stay longer. But he felt Yan Siyuan's stiffness.

After Qingyun left, Yan Siyuan felt empty in his heart. As if the long-awaited thing had not been implemented, the feeling of weightlessness made his heart stop for a moment.

Qingyun pretended to be relaxed and said: "How did you get this injury?".

"I was accidentally attacked. I'll be fine soon." Yan Siyuan's voice was a little hoarse.

Qingyun didn't care, "The whiplash will leave scars. I'll give you some scar-removing medicine."

"It's on the back, not on the face. It's invisible to others, so it doesn't matter if there's a scar." He turned to look at Qingyun, leaning down to get closer to her, "unless you don't like it."

Qingyun felt a wave of heat approaching her, and Yan Siyuan's breath enveloped her, making her unable to escape.

"This...what does this have to do with me? What does it matter whether I like it or not?" Qingyun stuttered a bit when she spoke.

Yan Siyuan chuckled, "Of course it does matter, because you are the only one watching."

He spoke in a low voice that only Qingyun could hear. And because the two of them were so close, Qingyun was stunned looking at this perfect face.

Yan Siyuan was helpless, but did not leave. He let her look at it for a while, then stretched out his hand and scratched her nose, "Little pervert." Sit up straight.

Qingyun's heartbeat has accelerated since Yan Siyuan approached her, and now it's beating even faster.

Yan Siyuan was obviously teasing her, but not only did she not feel angry, she was also a little disappointed that Yan Siyuan left.

Realizing her thoughts, Qingyun shook her head wildly to get rid of this feeling. But she couldn't ignore her beating heart.

She clutched her chest and looked at Yan Siyuan, who was getting dressed unhurriedly. Every move he made seemed to be in slow motion in her eyes.

The weather was very cold, so he wore a lot of clothes, but Yan Siyuan didn't seem to feel the cold.

Qingyun asked him to take off his clothes. In addition to really wanting to see his injuries, Qingyun also wanted to punish him. As for why she did this, she kept it in her heart and completely ignored it.

Taking a deep breath, he walked to Yan Siyuan and took the fine cloth in his hand. This is what he used to bind his wounds.

Just now, in order to show Qingyun the wound, he had removed it together. But now that he is alone, he can no longer get involved.

Yan Siyuan consciously sat upright and waited for Qingyun to bandage him.

Qingyun curled her lips and wrapped circles around his wounds. Because it was on the back and the wound was very long.

Therefore, the fine cloth had to be passed from the front. Every time it was passed to the back, Qingyun seemed to be holding him in her arms.

Yan Siyuan put his hands on his knees. When Qingyun is in his arms, he will raise his hand. I want to hold Qingyun in my arms.

But he knew very well that doing so would make Qingyun unhappy. So I kept suppressing myself.

With his head between Qingyun's neck, he closed his eyes and greedily enjoyed the taste of Qingyun.

When Qingyun straightened up, he returned to his original state.

After bandaging him, Qingyun sat back. While watching Yan Siyuan get dressed, he asked, "What is the method to detoxify the poison?".

Yan Siyuan fastened his belt, "A kind of incense requires many herbs to be made together. That kind of incense is very popular with the poisonous insects. As long as it is lit, the poisonous insects can be drawn out."

"Aren't herbal medicines good?"

"Yes, the first herb is Penumbra from Xiyuan Village."

"This is the first type. I thought you had found many already."

"No, I came back as soon as I got the prescription and didn't go looking for it."

"Then why don't you find all the herbs and come back."

Yan Siyuan stared at her without speaking. Qingyun looked at him, and from his eyes, Qingyun saw the answer.

Because of her, Yan Siyuan did not rush to find herbs. His eyes were too hot, as if he wanted to devour her, and Qingyun was so "hot" that she looked away.

"Xue'er", Yan Siyuan called softly.

"Yeah", Qingyun responded.

"Do you... do you miss me?" It was obviously very ambiguous words, but Yan Siyuan said it very seriously.