Chapter 842 Injury (1)

At night, Shen Miao lit a lamp, intending to sort through the books that Shen Qiu had sent her during the day. Shen Qiu had always thought she enjoyed reading, and these days, thinking about her impending marriage, he had asked someone to find a number of rare books. Some of these books recorded important events from the past dynasties, while others contained romantic stories. Shen Miao planned to select the storybooks and give them to Luo Tan and Feng An Ning. She could keep the books from the past dynasties, perhaps they would be useful in the future.

As she was packing, she suddenly heard some movement outside the window. She was not used to being waited on at night. On weekdays, Jingzhe and Guyu also retreated early, so it was impossible for them to appear at this time. She looked up at the window, but there was no one. After thinking for a while, Shen Miao opened the door and walked to the yard to look.

She wasn't afraid of being a bad guy. After all, there was still a Congyang in the yard. If he was a real bad guy, Congyang would have taken action long ago. But when she walked into the yard, she saw someone standing under a tree. She was stunned for a moment, then took two steps forward with the lantern in hand and realized it was Xie Jingxing.

Xie Jingxing didn't wear his purple robe, but instead changed into black. When he wore purple, he looked like a noble young man in a corrupt society, but when he wore black, he simply had a colder and more murderous aura. However, the lazy smile on his face remained the same as always, and he watched Shen Miao walk forward.

Shen Miao felt that something was wrong with Xie Jingxing, but she couldn't tell what it was. She stood beside Xie Jingxing and asked, "Why are you standing here?"

If it were in the past, Xie Jingxing would have walked into her room uninvited and had tea.

Xie Jingxing raised his lips and smiled, but before Shen Miao could say anything, Xie Jingxing suddenly lunged towards her.

Shen Miao subconsciously supported him, but felt a large wet patch on his back. Using the dim lantern light, she saw large, shocking patches of blood. Because it was too cold outside in winter, her sense of smell was not very sharp, and it was only when Xie Jingxing fell on top of her that she smelled the strong smell of blood.

Shen Miao called out softly, “Cong Yang!”

There was no one around to answer, and Congyang seemed to be away.

Shen Miao was a little anxious. At this anxious moment, Cong Yang had disappeared at just this moment. She didn't dare to alert anyone else. Xie Jingxing came back with a cry of injury from nowhere. She half-dragged, half-carried Xie Jingxing back to her room, letting him sleep on her couch, and then she wanted to call a doctor.

She was about to leave when Xie Jingxing seemed to wake up for a moment and said, "Don't call anyone."

Shen Miao was stunned for a moment, then squatted down beside him again and asked, "What should I do about your injury?"

Xie Jingxing struggled to pull out a medicine bottle-like object from his arms, but before Shen Miao could continue to ask, he fainted again.

Shen Miao made her decision in a split second. There was still some hot water in the room, which she would use to wash her hands at night. She brought the hot water over, found a clean handkerchief and wet it with water. After a moment's hesitation, she slowly unbuttoned Xie Jingxing's shirt.

Under the light, the young man's body was well-proportioned and slender, and seemed to contain strength. Shen Miao's face was inexplicably hot, and she tried to move faster.

Xie Jingxing's clothes were stained with large patches of blood. The coagulated blood adhered to his skin and flesh, and when it was blown by the cold wind, it almost melted into his entire body. Every time Shen Miao pulled at him, Xie Jingxing would frown slightly, as if he felt uncomfortable even in his coma.

Helpless, she had to find a pair of silver scissors, heat them with fire, and then carefully cut open his clothes.

It’s not like Shen Miao had never seen a man’s body before. Take Fu Ming’s for example, she had seen it many times. But this was different from facing Xie Jingxing. Especially now, in order to protect Xie Jingxing, she didn’t even call out Jingzhe Guyu. She was stripping Xie Jingxing’s clothes alone, which was inevitably a bit embarrassing.