After rebirth, she turned around and married the emperor's uncle and tore the scumbag apart

After sending Yan Qing out, Su Lingyue skillfully tied up her sleeves with her arm loops, walked to Xiao Yu's side, and bent over to check Xiao Yu's left arm.

Xiao Yu placed his arms on the bathtub, feeling the medicinal bath submerging his body, which gradually dissipated the chill in his bones and warmed up his body.

"Does your arm still hurt?" Su Lingyue asked softly, her eyes full of heartache.

The moment Xiao Yu cut her arm with the hairpin, her heart seemed to be cut with a bloody wound, and it was bleeding along with Xiao Yu's arm.

The thick eyelashes slowly opened, the inky pupils danced with candlelight, and the corners of the beautiful lips were slightly raised.

"With Yue'er treating my wound, it doesn't hurt anymore." Xiao Yu said it calmly, as if it was just a little bleeding and it had no effect on him at all.

But Su Lingyue knew that with Xiao Yu's body, even shedding a drop of blood would cause damage to his vitality.

And he shed half a bowl of blood.

After bleeding, Xiao Yu fainted.

When Su Lingyue met Xiao Yu's gentle gaze, she felt a dull pain in her heart.

She slowly lowered her eyelashes and carefully wiped the blood around the cloth to prevent water from wetting the wound.

As she wiped, her hands gradually slowed down.

"Xiao Yu, thank you." Su Lingyue's voice was choked with sobs and trembling.

Apart from this sentence, she didn't know what else to say or do.

These days, she has looked through all the medical books she could find, but has not found any useful clues about the spiritual fire grass.

The feeling of powerlessness and fear had been lurking deep in her heart, gnawing at her heart all the time.

"Yue'er, do you really want to thank me? Are you willing to do anything for me?" Xiao Yu said in a gentle voice.

Hearing Xiao Yu's words, Su Lingyue raised her head and met Xiao Yu's gaze.

I saw him raising his eyebrows, with the corners of his lips slightly curled up, as if he was threatening to repay a favor.

Su Lingyue's gaze paused for a moment, then she looked at Xiao Yu and nodded very solemnly.

If she could repay Xiao Yu, she would be willing to do anything.

Su Lingyue looked at him quietly, waiting for his reply.

After thinking for a moment, Xiao Yu slowly raised his arm from the bathtub, pointed his index finger at the top of his head, and said to Su Lingyue seriously: "The smell in the cell is really bad, Yue'er, help me wash my hair!"

Su Lingyue was stunned. She thought Xiao Yu wanted her to do something difficult, but it turned out to be just washing her hair.

Xiao Yu washes his hair every other day, and he didn’t think about these things today.

"it is good."

Su Lingyue agreed with a smile, and asked Caidie to prepare shampoo and bring a bucket of hot water.

She continued to wipe Xiao Yu's body.

While washing her arms, Su Lingyue lowered her head slightly and glanced into the water calmly.

The candlelight in the cubicle was not very bright, and the solution in the bathtub was dark, so it was almost impossible to see anything.

But one could still vaguely see that Xiao Yu had a white scarf tied around his waist.

Su Lingyue couldn't help but feel secretly happy, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

After wiping her arms, Su Lingyue looked up and saw Xiao Yu leaning lazily against the bathtub, with his eyebrows slightly raised and the corners of his lips upturned.

As if she was caught doing something bad, Su Lingyue looked away guiltily. Her cheeks and ears instantly felt hot, and she wiped Xiao Yu's chest with a red face.

Seeing that Xiao Yu didn't say anything, Su Lingyue breathed a sigh of relief.

"What was Yue'er looking at just now?"

Xiao Yu suddenly spoke, chuckling with a teasing tone, as if he could bewitch people.

Su Lingyue glanced at Xiao Yu.

She is too naive. Xiao Yu is not a generous person.

Xiao Yu's gaze was still burning as he stared at Su Lingyue, taking in her shy look.

Su Lingyue pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, then turned her head sternly and met Xiao Yu's smiling eyes: "See if you are a good husband."

Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows even higher and asked Su Lingyue: "What is husband's virtue?"

Su Lingyue bent over to wipe Xiao Yu's chest, and the distance between them was very close.

The warm breath gently brushed across Su Lingyue's ears, making her feel itchy.

Su Lingyue raised her head and met the eyes so close to her, her eyes were deep and full of smiles.

The warm breath spread between each other's nostrils, causing a blush on Su Lingyue's cheeks.

Su Lingyue pulled some distance away, looked into Xiao Yu's eyes and said solemnly: "Your Highness, the scarf around your waist is tied very well, please keep it that way in the future."

After saying that, he nodded affirmatively and stood up to wipe Xiao Yu's back.

Although she spoke seriously, Su Lingyue's face was extremely red, which had already betrayed her inner feelings.

Xiao Yu laughed softly and leaned forward to expose his back.

"What does Fude have to do with the handkerchief?" Xiao Yu paused, a smile on his face, "Besides, we are husband and wife, so it doesn't matter if Yue'er sees it."

Su Lingyue always felt that Xiao Yu's words had a hidden meaning, which made her think of Longhua Temple.

She cleared her throat, ignored Xiao Yu's pointed words, and snorted, "Yan Qing is a big kid now, what if he finds out something?"

Xiao Yu was stunned. He didn't expect Su Lingyue to be worried about this.

"Yue'er," he held his forehead and laughed, "What are you thinking about in your little head all day long?"

Su Lingyue has read many books and knows about Duanxiu and the male queen Han Zigao.

At first she thought it was ridiculous. How could a man be the queen?

But Xiao Yu was a man of extraordinary talent, and even standing in the crowd he was like a bright pearl, shining brightly. He was loyal to the emperor and patriotic, and had a sense of justice in his heart. Even though he suffered injustice and hardships, he remained resolute and sincere.

Who wouldn't like him like this?

Su Lingyue leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on Xiao Yu's shoulder, which was stained with water droplets, and said in a humming voice: "It is better to take precautions before it happens, so Your Majesty should tie the handkerchief tightly in the future and not let others see it."

"Okay." Xiao Yu responded with a low laugh. The moment he turned his head, his slightly cool lips just brushed Su Lingyue's snow-white cheek.

The close encounter of their eyes seemed to hit Su Lingyue's heart. She hurriedly stood up and continued to wipe Xiao Yu's back.

After wiping the back, Su Lingyue handed the handkerchief to Xiao Yu and began to give him a massage.

The onion-like fingers pressed flexibly on the acupuncture points with neither too much nor too little force. After a set of massage, Xiao Yu actually felt a little drowsy.

Caidie brought in two maids, brought in hot water and then went out.

In fact, Su Lingyue had never washed other people's hair, and her own hair was also washed by Caidie Caiyi.

Now I can only go by impression.

After taking off his hair crown, Xiao Yu's long, jet-black hair cascaded down, black and thick.

His fingers passed through his hair, which felt as smooth as silk.

Su Lingyue chuckled and said to Xiao Yu: "Your Highness will definitely not be like the Minister of the Central Secretariat, Mr. Gao, who has to wear a hat because his hair has fallen out."

Xiao Yu gently curled his lips and asked, "What if my hair fell like that? Will Yue'er still like it?"

Su Lingyue imagined Xiao Yu like this in her mind, and then shook her head violently to get rid of the image in her mind.

She could never accept Xiao Yu like that.

Su Lingyue said seriously: "With me taking care of your health, no matter how old you are, you will never become like Old Master Gao. Your Highness, look up, and I will wash your hair."

Xiao Yu curled his lips lightly, raised his head and closed his eyes as Su Lingyue instructed, feeling the warm moment between them.

After Yan Qing came in and helped Xiao Yu out of the bath, he handed the dry towel to Xiao Yu to wipe his body as usual.

Xiao Yu stood up holding the clothes hanger, his hand already on the handkerchief at his waist, but his movement suddenly stopped.

"You turn around."

"why?"

Yan Qing was puzzled because the prince used to let him serve on the side.

Xiao Yu held the handkerchief, and raised a faint arc at the corner of his lips: "Be a good husband."