The villain master got pregnant after being whitewashed [Transmigration Book]

After a burst of splashing water sounded, there was a dead silence all around.

Looking at each other, Ye Ling crossed her arms and couldn't see Jing Xi's expression through layers of water mist. She scratched the ground with her toes in embarrassment, so she turned her back and coughed lightly to cover up her embarrassment, "...Is there something wrong? "

The water in the pool was clear, only the circle around Ye Ling was stained with blood red; the black hair scattered around, revealing the white back, with hundreds of welts crawling all over the back, all the way down from the shoulders, and blood was oozing out at this time.

After taking a deep look, Jing Xi's eyes flashed with dark and unclear emotions, and she immediately lowered her eyes, and answered after a long time, "I just heard the voice, and thought it was Master calling me."

It was only at a certain time that the cry of pain was heard.Ye Ling was ashamed and just wanted to cover her face, but it was not easy to have a fit, so she covered her chest, slowly immersed herself in the pool, and said sullenly, "That's it."

"I'm fine. You must have heard wrong just now. Go out first."

"Yes."

After Jing Xi made such a fuss, Ye Ling only cared about her embarrassment, and her heart disease disappeared; although the wound on her back was still stinging, it was not unbearable.

After the blush on her face completely faded, Ye Ling was afraid of causing trouble again, so she tied her hair up, walked out of the pool slowly, and came to the cubicle behind the screen to get dressed.

There is a long table in the compartment. Apart from a bronze mirror, clean new clothes and gauze used to bandage the wound are placed on the table.

When bandaging the wound, Ye Ling held the gauze in his hand, and his eyes fell unconsciously on the heart; on the as white as creamy skin, there was a three-inch-long scar.

Very hideous.

After going through all kinds of twists and turns, Ye Ling finally wrapped up the old and new wounds on his back and chest. Ye Ling sighed lightly, wondering again whether he had missed some important plots in the book.

This scar has attracted his attention since the first time he took a bath, which is why he would rather look ugly than take off his clothes in front of Jing Xi and Bai Xuan.

Because the original book did not mention this wound, Ye Ling couldn't figure out whether it was deliberately concealed by the original body, or it was caused by him wearing a book.But no matter what the situation is, keeping silent is the best choice.

Putting on gauze and returning to the room, there were already three hot dishes and a soup on the table, as well as a bowl of dark concoction.

The aroma was tangy, and Ye Ling calculated that she hadn't eaten for a whole day. She slowly sat down at the table, lifted her chopsticks, picked a mouthful of vegetables and put them in her mouth, her eyes lit up.

The original book mentioned Yu Lian's excellent cooking skills many times, and today's taste is really good.

After eating and drinking enough, Ye Ling started to have trouble facing the bowl of medicinal juice that looked bitter at first glance; after hesitating for a while, he picked up the porcelain bowl and paced to the door, holding one hand behind him, looking around calmly, confirming the four After no one left, he walked to a bamboo forest a hundred steps away.

Enduring the pain in his back and squatting down slowly, Ye Ling silently said "I'm sorry" to Yu Lian three times in his heart, then flipped his wrist and spilled all the medicine on the ground.

It is impossible to drink medicine, and it is impossible to kill him.

He was delighted in his heart, when Ye Ling was about to get up, suddenly his eyes darkened, and at some point someone was standing quietly behind him, blocking the soft moonlight.

"...Master?"

Ye Ling's heart skipped a beat, he turned around stiffly, and when he looked up to see the person in front of him clearly, he felt as if he had been struck by five thunderbolts.

Why hasn't he left yet? !

Jing Xi looked at Ye Ling who was huddled in front of him, squatting on the ground with his hands wrapped around his knees, with an unpredictable expression.The man was dressed in a light gauze, with wet blue silk sticking to his back, and it was scattered softly on the floor, shining silvery under the bright moonlight, and his slightly cold facial features were reflected with infinite gentleness.

Ye Ling held a cyan porcelain bowl in his slender hand. If he read it correctly, it should be the bowl that his senior brother used to hold medicine.

The moonlight is like water, and the fairy is clean, but his master's eyes are dodging, and he hides the porcelain bowl in his hand behind him, forgetting to get up for a while, and squatting like this, asking, "It's Jingxi, why are you here?"

Jing Xi took out a few black porcelain bottles containing pills from her sleeve, handed them to Ye Ling, and said respectfully, "This is the wound medicine that the master gave the disciple a few days ago."

That day he left the medicine-filled bundle in the forest, but couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. He tossed and turned until the light of day dawned. He went out alone under heavy morning sun, and came to Yinzhuyuan by himself, and searched in the deep forest. It took an hour to find the dew-soaked burden in a deep pit.

The grass surface is soft, and the porcelain vases in the bundle are all intact.

Jing Xi kept her hands in the air for a long time, but the person squatting on the ground paid no attention to her, with her eyes lowered, she raised her head after a while, and muttered softly, "My legs are numb."

"..."

"...can you give me a hand?"

"Jing Xi, is Master okay?"

Before seeing the sound of people, Jing Xi fastened the outer door, turned around and looked at Yu Lian who was walking quickly, and nodded.

"Has Master eaten? Have you taken any medicine?" Seeing that Jingxi didn't speak, Yu Lian hurriedly asked, "Did you fall asleep when you went?"

"I've used the meal, the medicine..." Jing Xi looked up at Yu Lian with a anxious expression on his face, knowing that if he told the truth, Yu Lian would definitely not be able to sleep tonight, so he said vaguely, " The medicine is very effective, and when I went, Master was walking in the courtyard."

Yu Lian let out a long sigh of relief when she heard the words, a smile finally appeared on her delicate face, "Master must also like Jing Xi's cooking very much."

As the night was dark, Yu Lian asked a few more questions, but seeing that Jing Xi was not in high spirits, he went back to the room after a few words of comfort.

Jing Xi looked at Yu Lian's tall and straight back, and remembered that when she first came to Qingyun Peak, Yu Lian was only one year older than him, but taller than him in size, she came to him calmly, and stretched out her hand to him, "From now on we will He is a senior brother, and he must be filial and loyal to his master for the rest of his life."

Ten years later, Yu Lian is still a noble disciple of Qingyun Peak, and he is still an orphan picked up from a remote village.

Maybe Elder Queluo Xianzun is right, he doesn't belong here.

Pushing open the window, the moonlight streamed into the house, Jing Xi leaned on the bed and closed her eyes, and the memory fragments reappeared in her mind one after another like a horse watching flowers: one was Ye Ling, who was in a thin figure with flying clothes on the high platform, and the other was a Ye Ling who cut his wrist once and sucked blood, and Ye Ling who showed pain on his face and braced himself again.........

Which one is the real master?

Raising his arm, the gauze on his wrist was still bandaged by Ye Ling last time; Jing Xi took off the gauze circle by circle, and observed the wound repeatedly under the moonlight.

The wound was scabbed and the scar was ugly; Ye Ling was used to taking blood from the same place, so in these long three years, he only had this one incision all over his body, which healed and then broke, and healed after breaking, just like Ye Ling. Like Ling's torture to him, it never ends.

He originally thought that he was full of resentment, and seeing Ye Ling being punished would at least give him a little bit of joy, but when he saw the crumbling figure on the high platform and heard the suppressed cry of pain, his body seemed to be torn apart and rebuilt , uncontrollably aching and trembling, as if the one being punished was himself.

He felt that he was ridiculous and degrading, but he couldn't help looking in Ye Ling's direction again and again; what made him feel deeply sad and desperate was that every time Ye Ling looked at him, the inability to deceive himself burst out from the bottom of his heart. longing and pleading.