Yuqiongyin

As soon as Chu Chenning came out of the basement, he saw Rong Yunqiu standing quietly at the corner of the corridor. The hem of his clothes embroidered with gold thread swayed slightly in the wind passing through the hall. He lowered his head slightly, his eyes fixed on an unknown place.

Chu Chenning took a step forward and walked towards him, subconsciously hiding his injured hand behind his back, not wanting Rong Yunqi to see it.

Rong Yunqiu heard the footsteps and turned around to see Chu Chenning walking towards him. A smile appeared on his usually indifferent face, "Your Highness."

"Why are you here?"

"I asked Aunt Fulin, and she said that His Highness had just come here to do some work, so I thought of waiting for His Highness in this corridor."

"Okay, let's go back."

When Chu Chenning approached, Rong Yunqi clearly felt her hands trembling slightly behind her back. Seeing the blood on her sleeves and the bandages wrapped around her, he understood and said bluntly, "Your Highness is injured."

Still being discovered, Chu Chenning turned his head slightly, not daring to look Rong Yunqiu in the eye, and explained softly: "It's nothing serious, I just got scratched by the broken pieces of the teacup by accident, it's just a minor injury."

Rong Yunqi saw through it but didn't say anything. He simply pulled Chu Chenning's hand from behind her back, untied the cloth strip and carefully examined the wound on her arm.

It was a deep scar. The blood that had just gushed out had been stopped by the sloppy binding, and the blood-soaked cloth was still dripping.

Chu Chenning tacitly tolerated Yun Lu's actions, looked at his frown, raised his other hand to smooth it, and comforted him: "It doesn't hurt."

She didn't want to make Rong Yunqi worry, but she was still discovered by him who was waiting here.

Rong Yunqiu knew in his heart that Chu Chenning was comforting him, "Go back, I will help you treat your wound."

Of course he could see that the wound was deep, but Chu Chenning said nothing and continued to comfort himself.

Back in the bedroom, Rong Yunqiu saw Chu Chenning was about to take off her shirt, and hurriedly stopped her from taking the next step, "Your Highness."

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to treat the wound?"

"That's right..." After all, the clothes were stained with blood and needed to be changed.

Rong Yunqiu gently helped her take off her shirt. There were no wounds on her body, but the sleeves with dried blood were stuck to her skin and were difficult to pull off.

I could only carefully clean the wound with light salt water, and wait until the blood was no longer pulling on the skin, then use tweezers to carefully pick up the clothes that were stuck to the skin.

He was extremely careful with every move, fearing that he would hurt Chu Chenning.

The latter sat quietly, staring at Rong Yunqiu's movements without saying a word. Although each slight pull was painful, she did not make any sound. Compared with the previous hard training behind people's backs, this pain was nothing.

Chu Chenning's eyes never left Rong Yunjie's hand. After treating the wound and wiping off the blood, Rong Yunjie wrapped a bandage around her. After tying the knot, he looked up and found that the latter's eyes were still on his hand.

"Your Highness, why are you staring at my hands?"

Chu Chenning came back to his senses, looked away in a panic, and said softly: "Very beautiful, I thought your hands were very beautiful at that palace banquet, and so were you."

Rong Yunqiu was slightly stunned. He did not expect Chu Chenning to give such an answer.

He lowered his eyes when he heard this and looked at his original body's hands. The fingertips of these hands had thick calluses from years of piano practice, and the fingers were also slightly deformed. They were similar to the hands he used to hold the sword before he started practicing Taoism. They were really not worthy of the "beautiful" that Chu Chenning mentioned.

But he still smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Your Highness."