Wrong Changhuan

The East Wing of Jingyuan is the servant girl's residence, there is a bunk inside, enough to accommodate four people living together, and now there is only Banxia and one servant living here.

Because Ancuo likes to be quiet, except for Banxia, ​​a personal servant girl, the rest of the maids don't live in the front yard.

Yichun and Manqiu trotted all the way, and after carrying Chang Huan back to Jingyuan, they naturally entered the East Wing, and laid her flat on the outermost side of the bunk.

Chang Huan still didn't wake up.

Man Qiu found a good Jinchuang ointment specially used to treat trauma, and brought an extra copper brazier.They kept in mind their master's order to take good care of Lin Xiaonuan.

The room gradually warmed up, melting the previous coldness.

Only then did Yichun cut off the blood-stained underwear on Chang Huan's body, and then spread the ointment on his fingers, from top to bottom, smearing the wound little by little.

Man Qiu watched from the side, his eyes followed Yichun's movements, winking from time to time, he couldn't bear to look at it, but couldn't help it.

Pinellia came back from Jinxiu Garden after receiving the reward, happily entered the East Wing, and saw Yichun applying the medicine in front of Changhuan.

Seeing that the bed was occupied by someone, and someone she hated, Ban Xia felt unhappy, and said angrily, "This Lin Xiaonuan planned to injure the master, and you gave her medicine... "

Yichun didn't have time to talk to her, but Man Qiu turned around and explained, "It's the master's order."

Ban Xia asked curiously, "Then who caused this injury?"

Man Qiu said, "It's also the master who hit me..."

Ban Xia frowned, feeling puzzled, scratched her head, and said, "It's really weird..."

Man Qiu pouted her lips and echoed, "Who said it wasn't..."

The person on the bed shook his head slightly and let out a soft snort.

Seeing this, Ban Xia said, "You people only know how to fight and kill all day long, and you are not afraid of the cold, don't you know that some girls are the most vulnerable to the cold?" He said pulling his upper body, which had already been well-medicated, Covered by corners.

Yichun, who had been silent all this time, said, "Banxia, ​​when Lin Xiaonuan recovers, I will ask her to thank you."

"I didn't expect..." Ban Xia said, seeing Chang Huan trembling, he stroked her forehead and said, "I really caught a cold..."

"I'm going to cook the medicine to dispel the cold..." Man Qiu said and went out to the kitchen in the backyard.

"Ah Cuo--" Chang Huan called out softly, then coughed lightly, and blood was already flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Ban Xia said like watching a play, "Why is she coughing up blood?"

Yichun glanced at it, wiped the sweat off his forehead, continued to apply medicine to the wound on Chang Huan's front leg, and said, "It's probably an internal injury from suffocation... When she was tortured just now, she didn't say a word." ..."

To be honest, Yichun admired such a person from the bottom of his heart.In her perception, only those who can endure hardships and endure pains can stand out and become masters.

After all the wounds in front were treated with medicine, Yichun stood up, stretched his shoulders, and said, "Banxia, ​​help me turn her over..."

Ban Xia followed suit, and then helped to cut off the white clothes behind Chang Huan, exposing the wound so that he could continue to apply the medicine.

"Why don't I come, you take a break first, does she also need to decoct medicine for her internal injury?"

Yichun looked at the wound behind Chang Huan, saw that it was not as important as the one in front, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "The one behind...I'll work hard for you, Pinellia...I'll go cook some medicine for internal injuries. …”

Ban Xia enthusiastically smiled, "Go...just apply some medicine and wrap it on my body..."

In spring, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, and left the east wing.

The smile on Ban Xia's face stopped abruptly, she glanced sideways at Chang Huan, and cursed in a low voice, "The evil spirit, why didn't I beat you to death..." As he spoke, he walked to the cabinet by the window and took out the A palm-sized celadon jar came.

The person on the bed is still unconscious.

Ban Xia sprinkled the salt powder in the small celadon jar along Chang Huan's back wound, and it was considered serious, almost no grain fell outside the wound.

The white powder was instantly absorbed by the uncoagulated bloodstains, and then turned transparent on top of the viscous crimson.

In the drowsiness, Chang Huan felt as if her body was being cut with a blunt knife, and the heart-piercing pain made her scream out in pain, and woke up suddenly.

"It hurts--" Chang Huan grabbed the folds of the quilt under his body with both hands, turned his head slightly and opened his red eyes to look at Ban Xia, and was pushed back to the original position just as he was about to get up.

"Don't move--" Ban Xia said coldly, "The medicine is being applied..." As he said, the salt powder in his hand still didn't stop.

Chang Huan's forehead hurt and he was sweating, tears rolled down on the mattress, his body trembled slightly, and he begged, "Don't—don't take the medicine...Ah wrong...It hurts..."

But the people beside her don't care about her life or death.

A mistake, in Banxia's ears, only a sneer.

The pain seemed to go on and on, without end.

"No more..." But no matter how much Chang Huan begged, the pain on his back didn't decrease, but worsened.

Chang Huan bit her lip, her mind was numb for a while, in a haze, she saw Chen Yang approaching slowly with a smile, and then he whispered softly in her ear.

"Chang Huan, don't cry..."

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you..."

"Chang Huan, I will never leave you, never..."

Chang Huan saw the eye-catching tear mole, tremblingly stretched out his hand to reach the void, and murmured, "Chenyang...Chenyang...I miss you so much..."

I saw Chen Yang suddenly turned into the appearance of Ah Cuo, looking at her with a smile and saying, "Fool...I miss you too..."

Chang Huan smiled back and said with tears, "Ah Cuo--"

Ban Xia approached and asked curiously, "Chenyang? Who is Chenyang?"

Chang Huan didn't respond, and the person in front of him disappeared following Ban Xia's question.

Seeing that half of the salt powder in the pot had gone, Ban Xia stuffed it into her bosom contentedly, and as if nothing had happened, picked up the golden sore medicine left by Yi Chun, and daubed it on the wound indiscriminately.

As if seeing Chen Yang and Ah Cuo, the pain on Chang Huan's body also eased a lot, and after that, he didn't say a word of pain again.

Chang Huan seemed to be lost in his eyes, lying quietly on the bed, only his hands were still clenched tightly.

After Man Qiu came back with the medicine to treat the wind and cold, Ban Xia had finished taking the medicine, and just found a set of half-worn underwear from the cabinet.

Man Qiu put the bowl on the table at the entrance, and said, "Did you finish the medicine?"

"It's over, it's going well..." Ban Xia said, throwing the clothes to Man Qiu, and said, "Put it on for her first, it's old, but it's clean... I'll go out to get some air... .”

After Pinellia closed the door, Man Qiu approached the bed, saw that Chang Huan had woken up, and asked, "Hey...can you...can you wear it yourself?"

Chang Huan didn't respond.

Man Qiu patted her face lightly, and asked again.

Only then did Chang Huan come back to his senses, looked at Man Qiu, and said softly, "I'll do it myself."

Man Qiu helped lift the quilt, helped Chang Huan sit up, and helped her carefully pass the cuffs through her arms.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" Man Qiu frowned when he saw that his clothes were pulled down his back, and took a deep breath.

Chang Huan said weakly, "Thank you..." Then, he let Man Qiu straighten her collar and tie her underarm belt.

After Chang Huan put on all the underwear, Man Qiu helped her lean on the bed, pulled the quilt around her tightly, and then handed over the medicine bowl, saying, "This medicine cures wind and cold, it doesn't burn anymore. ,just..."

Chang Huan looked at the bowl in his hand, turned his head and said, "Where is Ah Cuo?"

"The master hasn't come back yet..." After Man Qiu finished speaking, seeing Chang Huan's disappointed face, he couldn't bear it, and said, "It was the master's order to give you the medicine..."

After Chang Huan listened, he was stunned for a moment, and then drank slowly.

Ah wrong, you still have me in your heart, right...

When the medicinal juice bottomed out, Man Qiu smiled slightly, took the bowl, and said, "Don't worry, Yichun said just now that the injury behind you is actually not serious. After taking the golden sore medicine, you will be able to go to the ground tomorrow... In two days, the scabs should have scabbed over..."

"Ah Cuo, when will she... come back?"

"Well, it's hard to say..." Man Qiu paused, and then said with relief, "However, it's snowing so much today... I think I should be back before lunch..."

Seeing that Chang Huan was silent, Man Qiu said, "Are you... and Master, familiar?"

After Chang Huan listened, he turned his head slightly to look at Man Qiu, and murmured, "She is the most familiar person in my life..." Then a smile slowly appeared on his pale face.

In that sweet smile, there was a hint of bitterness that could not be concealed, blending with a touch of helplessness.

She is the most familiar person in my life.

And I, in her eyes, became a stranger.

Is this a trick of fate?

Or is God just so unfair?

After Yichun came back, Chang Huan drank another bowl of medicine before Man Qiu helped him lie on his side on the bed.

With the pillow on his left ear, Chang Huan felt that the room was very quiet.Maybe it was because of the medicine, my head was a little dizzy, and after a while, I fell asleep in a daze.

However, before lunch, An Cuo returned to Jingyuan, listened to Yichun and Manqiu's report, pushed the door softly and entered the East Wing, and saw Chang Huan sleeping peacefully.

An Cuo approached and reached out to touch, but was suddenly frightened by his actions and thoughts.

The hand froze in mid-air, then suddenly retracted.

Then, An Cuo remained motionless like that, standing quietly beside the bed, staring at Chang Huan for a long time.

It's like, no matter how you look at it, you can't see it enough, and you can't see it through.

Why can she, who looks weak like a kitten, be so stubborn?

Why, when she was asked to scream out, she clenched her teeth?

Why, she obviously didn't want her to be called by that name - Ah Cuo, yet she instinctively yelled it out?

Why did I, looking at her, feel pain in my heart for no reason?

Lin Xiaonuan, who are you?What on earth are you here for?

An Cuo didn't understand, and couldn't figure it out.

A weak voice came from the bed, "Chenyang...don't go--"

Changhuan dream language.

An Cuo had already heard the first sentence clearly.

"Chenyang...don't go--"

Then An Cuo heard the words repeated in his sleep, and he already paid attention to them.

Chen Yang?Who is it again?Who is yours again?

Unknowingly, An Cuo frowned, became angry, took it seriously, and took it to heart.

Looking at the person on the couch, calling someone else's name in his dream, An Cuo's chest heaved violently, and then he couldn't help it anymore, turned his head and slammed the door out.

With a bang, Chang Huan didn't hear it, nor did he wake up.

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