My Empress is My Bad Girl

Yun Dai untied his drenched clothes, thought about it, and simply took it off.

Sure enough, the strips of cloth covering the wound were all dyed red.

Yun Dai felt very uncomfortable and worried.

But she moved very swiftly. She quickly opened the cloth strips, looked at the **** wound, and sighed: "If Yu Doctor Meng is there, it will be fine. If the wound is sewn up, it will not split easily, and it will be good soon. "

Zhao Shu closed his eyes and said indifferently, "Do you see the scar on my stomach? I have no seams on such a big wound, let alone this small wound."

"That's your luck."

"I am in good health."

"Yes, yes, you are good prince, and you have saved my life twice." Yun Dai said in her mouth, lowering her head to concentrate on cleaning the wound, applying ointment little by little.

A smile appeared on Zhao Shu's pale face: "How do you plan to repay the life-saving grace?"

"Being a cow and a horse in the next life."

"Horse? It's enough for my king to have strong winds, is it rare for you."

"Yes, I'm just a waste." Yun Dai rarely refuted his mocking words, but followed his will, "Then how do you want me to repay?"

Zhao Shu leaned his head on the wall and said, "Don't trouble me in the future, even if you repay me."

Yun Dai moved for a while and said with a smile: "Okay."

She looked around, looking for a clean cloth to dress Zhao Shu's wound.

Zhao Shu's own clothes are all bloodstained, which is definitely not good.

When she slipped down the trap, her own clothes were also covered with dirt, which was not okay.

Then only...

Yun Dai cast her gaze on Yan'er.

Zhao Shu guessed her intention and couldn't help smiling.

Yun Dai fumbled over and took off a small white shirt from Yan'er.

Yan'er slept soundly and didn't know what her mother was doing, so she was at her mercy.

Yun Dai tore her clothes into strips of cloth, went around Zhao Shu's shoulders, and wrapped his cracked wound tightly.

"Master, you must remember that you must not move anymore," Yun Dai said, "If your wound is not good for a long time, it will be troublesome if it becomes infected."

Zhao Shu raised his left hand, pulled up his clothes, and said indifferently: "If you fall into the trap again, even if this king's arm is scrapped, you will be saved."

Yun Dai glanced at him.

Zhao Shu said, "Whatever you look at, it doesn't matter what you have. If there is something wrong with the child in your stomach, can the Empress Dowager and Yuan Jing spare me when I go back?"

"No, I have a great fortune. Isn't it my blessing to meet your Royal Highness King Qin?" Yun Dai said with a smile, "It's still early in the morning. You can sleep for a while and raise your spirits."

"How about you?"

"I can't sleep now, I'll squint for a while." Yun Dai lowered her head to pack up herbs and other things.

Zhao Shu closed his eyes.

Yun Dai gathered up the remaining herbs, and then she had time to pull up her skirt and trouser legs to check her calf.

Sure enough, a long cut was made on the calf by the branches. Fortunately, the wound was not deep, and the bleeding had stopped by itself.

The dried blood coagulated on the leg, which seemed a bit shocking.

Yundai took out the handkerchief, took some rain dripping from the outside of the hole, soaked the handkerchief, and cleaned the serum on her legs and wounds.

Behind her, Zhao Shu opened his eyes and looked at her silently.

From his direction, she could clearly see the wound on her white and slender calf.

She was sitting with her knees bent, her right hand was holding a kerchief to wipe blood stains, and her right hand was occasionally raised, as if rubbing her eyes.

Are you crying?

Zhao Shu thought to himself.