Peach Blossom Song

Jun Yao looked back and looked down, only to see a small hand tightly grasping the corner of her clothes, the owner of that small hand was lying flat on the couch, looking at her eagerly.

"What else?" Jun Yao asked.

A look of timidity flashed in King Han's eyes, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw the darkness around her. The candlestick was on the wooden plate. If Jun Yao left, the room would be dark again.

The King of Han summoned up his courage and said, "I have some doubts, and I would like to ask my sister to clarify my doubts."

Jun Yao frowned, seemingly unwilling.The king of Han was very sensitive, seeing her in a difficult situation, he didn't dare to force her, and was about to let go.Another wolf howl was heard in the distance.The King of Han trembled in fright, and hurriedly grasped the corner of his clothes even tighter, looking at Junyao with eyes full of pleading.

Where there is something to ask, it is clear that the little highness is afraid of the dark and dare not be alone.

Jun Yao only felt that she really saved a little trouble.

She saved the King of Han because she was only soft-hearted for a moment, and judging by the luck of the little Highness, her life expectancy is not limited to this, if it is only a momentary twists and turns, the rescue will be saved, it cannot be called a change of fate against the sky.Just wait for her injury to get better and be able to walk on the ground, then send her back, and there will be no need to have anything to do with it after that.

Unexpectedly, after rescuing this little thing, her considerations were one after another. First, she used spells to heal her wounds, but she couldn't teach her to see the clues. She had to use mortal herbs to cover it up. Then, the arrow wound was deep. Don't heal too fast, it looks weird.Again, the little highness has a mortal body, so she has to eat, and needs to find food for her.

Junyao was born with spiritual wisdom, so she is a loner, and she has never taken care of ordinary people.After planting this kind of planting, I already feel troublesome, who knows that right now, I have to sleep with the little highness.

Jun Yao didn't answer for a long time, the King of Han was in a hurry, fearing that she would leave in a hurry, he said again: "Just a few words, okay?"

Her voice was soft, with a hint of pleading.

Jun Yao felt impatient and glanced at her.The king of Han pricked the indifference in her eyes, and she didn't dare to beg anymore, she let go of her hand slowly, and the corner of the clothes slipped out of her palm.

King Han was a little sad. First, she was afraid of the dark. Sister Jun refused to accompany her. She must be afraid all night. Second, Sister Jun looked at her like that just now, obviously she didn't like her.

It must be that she has too many things, which makes her bored.The king of Han was both sad and ashamed.It's good if people are willing to save her, how can she cause trouble for others.

Jun Yao lowered her head and glanced, only to see the King of Han with his head down, his retracted hand grasping the edge of the thin quilt in a daze, it was very pitiful.

Little trouble.Jun Yao sighed in her heart, turned around and went to the door.

Fang was about to push the door, when he heard the soft voice of the person behind him: "You rest earlier, thank you for saving my life, I, I will definitely repay you."

She obviously had comforted herself well, she was neither noisy nor resentful, and thanked her sincerely.Jun Yao couldn't help but glanced back, and saw that little thing in the dark, pillowed on the porcelain pillow, her dark eyes gleaming with water, looking at her, that gaze was like a domesticated animal, clear and endearing.

Jun Yao paused, and finally pushed the door away.

she left.

It was dark again.

The king of Han didn't care about the rest, he quickly grabbed the thin quilt and pulled it up, leaving only a pair of eyes outside.She tried her best to restrain her mind, not thinking about the horror, and turned her mind to the assassination.

Those who dared to assassinate the prince were only those few people. Although the king of Han was a little simple, he was not stupid. Think about it, and he knew who they were.The soldiers in the mansion must have lost a lot. When she goes back, she needs to take good care of her family and give generously to those who survived.And sister Jun, thank her too.

I just don't know what she likes.

The king of Han didn't have many people, only money, and all she could thank was the money from the fields and houses.But when she thought of Jun Yao's cold temperament, she also felt that she probably didn't care about money.

The king of Han became very worried.A cool breeze suddenly picked up outside the window, blowing into the room, and the candlelight was blown upside down.

The King of Han suddenly felt anxious, staring at the flame, lest it be blown out by the wind.Fortunately, although the flame was weak, it was quite tenacious. The wind gradually subsided, and the crooked candle slowly stood up and continued to burn.

The King of Han breathed a sigh of relief.It was only at this moment that she suddenly realized that the distant howling of wolves outside the house never sounded again, and the sound of insects also stopped.

Although the room is still dark, without these sounds, it is not so scary.

For breakfast the next day, it was still plain porridge, with only a plate of marinated radish in sauce that was crunchy and delicious.Jun Yao was holding the porridge, while Han Wang was holding the spoon, and they quickly filled their stomachs.

Jun Yao still didn't talk to her, and was about to leave after the feeding. The King of Han hurriedly took advantage of the gap and asked, "Do you know how my servants are doing?"

"No problem." Jun Yao replied.

The King of Han felt relieved: "That's good."

According to common sense, she should report Yang Junyao to the government and send someone to meet her, but she is seriously injured and needs someone to take care of her. If she goes back and asks the doctor for medicine, she will have to show her flaws.

The king of Han didn't mention it, and Jun Yao knew why, so he didn't mention it.

The king of Han felt more and more that although sister Jun didn't like to talk, she looked cold, but she was very kind.She knew her identity, and she never asked why the King of Han was actually a daughter, nor did she want to drive her away, nor did she ask for any gift of thanks.

She lived in the mountains, her food and clothing were simple, she was probably a hermit, and if she saved her, it was probably because she had a good heart and didn't ask for anything in return.

The King of Han thought that Junyao was very nice, so he couldn't help being curious about her.

People are not born as hermits, so they live in the mountains. There must be past events and family members.Why is Sister Jun in the mountains, and why is she alone?

King Han's head was full of doubts.

Jun Yao didn't know that she had already thought so much in her little head.

She has never healed injuries for ordinary people, but after 1000 years, she has seen how injured monks healed several times in Guangping Temple.Herbal medicine should be applied to the wound, and then bandaged with cotton cloth.The morning medicine should be changed every two or three days to maintain the properties of the medicine.

In order not to make the King of Han suspicious, Jun Yao did so.

In the evening, she took herbal medicine and cotton cloth to the king's room.

The King of Han was recuperating from his wounds, bored, lying on the couch, thinking wildly, seeing Junyao coming, her dark eyes lit up, and before she could speak, she was already showing joy, obviously looking forward to her coming all the time.

Her every move is in Jun Yao's eyes, seeing her like this, she shook her head helplessly in her heart and said, "I will change medicine with Your Highness."

The King of Han nodded, and said very politely, "I'm sorry, sister."

Jun Yao nodded slightly in return, but did not say much other than that.Knelt down in front of the couch, lifted the thin quilt, and went to untie the belt of King Han.

The king of Han only wore a middle coat, and nothing inside.The belt was untied, and the placket was lifted, revealing her fair skin.The King of Han blushed, and murmured, not knowing what to do.

They are all women, and Sister Jun is changing dressings with her. Changing dressings is a serious matter. She should be more serious. However, for some reason, Han Wang is very shy. Not daring to look at Jun Yao, her cheeks were burning hot, as if she was about to burn.

Jun Yao was originally focused on her subordinates, but the little highness is a woman, it seems nothing to look at, and she was the one who changed the blood-stained clothes on her body, she has already seen it once, and it is very normal to look at it again of.

But when she saw King Han's shy look with downcast eyes and blushing pink cheeks, she felt her heart tighten, and she dared not move her eyes to that smooth and snow-like skin.

The room was extremely silent, and there seemed to be a faint charm.The King of Han didn't dare to raise his head, Jun Yao narrowed his eyes and only looked at the wound.

The wound was extremely deep, and as soon as the cotton cloth was removed, blood and flesh were seen.For a mortal body, the moment the arrow was hit, it must have been in severe pain. It is hard to believe that His Highness could bear it at that time, and did not utter a cry of pain.

To change to a new medicine, the old one needs to be removed, and the wound must be touched.Jun Yao reminded: "Your Highness, please be patient for a while."

The King of Han immediately recalled the pain when he was hit by the arrow, his face turned pale, and he still nodded bravely.

Jun Yao relaxed her movements, twisted the handkerchief, and wiped the wound.As soon as the veil touched the wound, Han Wang's shoulders trembled, and his flesh shrank.Jun Yao was ruthless, she didn't stop, and gently wiped off the remaining wound medicine.The King of Han hissed, and he quickly bit his lip.

The clear water brought to wash the wound has already turned a layer of blood, and the wound has finally been cleaned, and new medicine can be applied.The King of Han never complained of pain, but could not hold back his tears.

The herbs were smashed, and the effect of the medicine was in the medicine juice. As soon as the medicine juice soaked into the wound, it hurt like a knife, Hanwang shuddered suddenly, and gasped.Jun Yao paused and went to see the King of Han.

Afraid that she would be worried, the King of Han opened his mouth to comfort her, but when he opened his mouth, he choked up uncontrollably: "No...it doesn't hurt..." As he said, tears rolled down his face.

The author has something to say:

The king of Han was ashamed: he was so shy, A Yao looked at him.

It's still short, everyone can barely see it.