General

"Pavilion Master, the wound medicine has been brought, please allow your subordinates to bandage you."

Outside the military tent, there was a clear sound of prostration, and Fei Yan slowly tore off the last piece of cloth that was clotted between the wounds with blood scabs, and the entire jacket slipped from the scarred body to the ground.

The wound was torn apart, and blood flowed down his chest and abdomen again. He stood there expressionless, looking at the blood-soaked silk jacket at his feet, without raising his head. Responding coldly: "Put down the medicine, you go out."

"...Yes." The Blood Pavilion killer hesitated for a moment, but he didn't dare to say more, so he walked in with a bow, put the wound medicine on the square table at the door, and stepped back carefully.

Fei Yan endured the severe pain in his body and slowly walked towards the door, but his thoughts were still entangled in the battle last night.Although it was inevitable for him to be somewhat restrained in order to capture Li Xuan alive, the kung fu on this man was completely beyond his expectations.

For the first time, he suffered such a serious injury because he underestimated the enemy!

Fei Yan lowered his head to look at the sword mark from his left chest to his right abdomen. At this moment, the white flesh was still turning over, bleeding profusely.He turned around, sat on the edge of the table blankly, picked up the bottle of wound medicine and squeezed it into his palm, shaking his head mockingly.

"It's really rare, Pavilion Master Feiyan is also in such a mess~"

A playful voice suddenly sounded at the door, and Fei Yan turned his head abruptly, only to find that the eldest prince Nanli had entered the camp at some time, playing with a small black jade bottle in his hand, and was staring at him with fiery eyes. Own.

"The First Prince."

Fei Yan did not respond to his sarcasm, but knelt down on one knee to the ground with his usual indifference.

"You're injured, don't move around." Nanli watched him kneel down, and the wound that had just been congealed on his body began to burst and bleed again, but for some reason, the honey-colored skin that had been scratched by the blood stains had an indescribable feeling on him. temptation.He stepped forward in two steps, lifted Fei Yan from the ground, and walked towards the couch without any resistance.

"Eldest...Eldest prince!" Fei Yan gasped in shock. Although he had acted frivolously towards him in the Xuanming Palace back then, such presumptuousness really caught him by surprise.

"Don't move." Nanli had a tough attitude, but the movements of his hands were unexpectedly gentle. He pressed Feiyan on the couch, took a pill from the Moyu vial, put it on his lips, and whispered, "Take this gone."

"What... what?" Fei Yan was taken aback for a moment, raised his eyes to see Nanli's unquestionable look, frowned, and asked cautiously.

"The best wound medicine." Nanli pursed his lips, pretending to be displeased and asked back, "What? Can't you trust me?"

"No..." When Fei Yan was asked this way, he had no room for reincarnation. The days of licking blood with the tip of a knife for many years made him never want to eat something of unknown origin, but now he has no way out.

Nanli put the pill into his lips, and he had no choice but to do it obediently, but he accidentally saw the man's eyes entangled in his body, but felt a lot hotter.

"how do you feel?"

After about time to touch a stick of incense, Nan Li sat on the side of the couch and raised his hand to caress his forehead.

Fei Yan only felt that his whole body was dry and hot, and his whole body became muddled in this abnormal heat. He tilted his head vigorously, barely avoiding Nanli's fingers, but sweat rolled down the side of his face: " you……"

Fei Yan forcefully opened his eyes and looked at Nanli in a daze, but it was only after Fang opened his mouth that his voice became extremely hoarse.

"What did you feed me... What is it?!" The pain on my body has indeed eased a lot, and the wound that was still bleeding just now has coagulated at an extremely fast speed. Good wound medicine is true, but what is this inexplicable hot flashes and strange agitation?

"Rejuvenation Pill...you should have heard about it?" Nanli's hand was avoided by Fei Yan, but he didn't care at all, hooked the corners of his lips, leaned close to his ear and said with a low smile, "Witch Doctor Clan I just got one before sending out troops, and it came in handy today."

The warm breath slowly swept over the pinnae and the side of the neck, provoking his extremely sensitive nerves at the moment. The corners of Fei Yan's mouth trembled, but he couldn't utter a word. Huichun Pill is hard to find, and it can heal wounds caused by swords and swords everywhere. There is nothing better, but the unspeakable side effects also discourage many people.

"Do you want me to help you?" Nanli saw that his face was flushed at the moment, and his body was rubbing against the soft brocade quilt involuntarily, so he put his palm on his tight chest and slowly rubbed it.

The gentle touch was enough to make Fei Yan feel unbearable pain. He knew that Nanli did all this on purpose, but he was seriously injured and tortured by drugs so that he could not resist at all.With the last of his consciousness, he pushed Nanli's mischievous arm away, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "The First Prince should know... I am only loyal to His Majesty..."

"I know..." Nanli pressed his hands on the couch, lowered his head and kissed Feiyan's slender neck, "I know, you belong to the emperor~"

He deliberately said the last few words with a strong sense of humor.

Fei Yan turned his head to avoid his flaming eyes, but a kind of fear slowly spread in his chaotic mind.

How will Xuanhuang punish himself for his betrayal?

Is it to make him suffer from the "blood oath" until he begs for alms from him without dignity?Or imprison him in the bedroom and face the cruel "punishment" day and night again?

he does not know.

Perhaps Nanli has long been a disaster he cannot avoid...