My Empress is My Bad Girl

It turned out that she was also injured in the trap.

But I have endured without saying.

Looking at her lonely back, Zhao Shu wanted to comfort her, but watching her silently shed tears, he hesitated, and did not interrupt her.

Yun Dai did not realize that Zhao Shu was looking at herself.

She put down her trouser legs and skirt, looked at the dark outside and couldn't sleep, so she picked up a small branch and scribbled on the ground.

Zhao Shu looked at her hand and felt that she seemed to be writing something.

He meditated for a while in the direction she wrote, and found that she was writing the name of Yuzhu, as well as the names of Hongdou and Sister Ying.

Their life and death are unknown, and she must be particularly worried.

Zhao Shu looked at her silently for a while, and found that the branch in her hand was repeating a word all the time.

He looked carefully for a while and recognized that she wrote the word "Jing".

Zhao Yuanjing’s word for Jing.

Zhao Shu's mood is inexplicably complicated.

He sighed unconsciously.

Yundai heard the sound, hurriedly raised her sleeves and wiped her eyes, then looked back: "Master, is the wound hurt?"

Under the fire, her eyes were red and her cheeks were still tears.

It made Zhao Shu think of rabbits again.

He didn't expose her crying, he just lowered his eyes and said, "Somewhat."

Yun Dai saw that his face was a little red, so she moved quickly, and reached out and touched his forehead, feeling a little worried: "It seems to have a fever."

Injuries are most afraid of infection, and fever is bound to occur if infected.

There are no antibiotics, but what should I do.

For the first time, Yundai felt helpless.

"It's just a fever, why are you so sad." Zhao Shu didn't care.

Yun Dai smiled bitterly: "You are not a doctor, how do you know the dangers in this."

Right now, I can only rely on Zhao Shu's own physique and resistance to carry it over.

Because she was worried about Zhao Shu's injury, Yun Dai couldn't sleep even more, but she was so tired that she could not sleep well. From time to time, he would wake up and touch his forehead like a reflex.

The thing she worries most still happened.

Zhao Shu changed from a low-grade fever to a high-grade fever.

Not only the forehead, but also the whole body are extremely hot.

Yun Dai wanted to cry without tears.

She could only catch the rain with the kerchief over and over again, wipe his face, wipe his forehead, wipe his hands and arms.

The long and difficult night passed slowly.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning shone in the cave.

Zhao Shu opened his eyes and felt something on his forehead. When he took it down, it was a stack of square handkerchiefs.

He turned his head and saw Yun Dai lying on a pile of hay with one arm around Yan'er, sleeping soundly.

Her long soft hair was scattered on the hay, and her hairy hair was slightly curled up, a little messy. Bai Ruchuxue's Qingmei face was full of exhaustion.

Zhao Shu looked at her for a while, then the ghost reached out her hand and touched it lightly.

He froze, withdrew his hand, looking at his fingertips.

He didn't understand what he was doing.

Are you crazy? Go touch this woman.

She is Yuan Jing's woman.

Could it be that because of his injury, he actually became weak, and had thoughts that he shouldn't have of this woman who had died together?

Zhao Shu awoke in his heart, immediately converged his mind, cut off this bit of Qi Nian arising from his weakness, no longer looked at Yun Dai's sleeping face, and turned his head to look outside the cave.

The rain has stopped, the dawn is twilight, and the woods are quiet and beautiful.

He moved his arms, still aching, but he was much better, his body was very relaxed, and the fever was completely gone.