Chapter 20 Chapter 20 He would rather not have given away the bottle of medicine...

Pei Jinguang walked forward quickly and saw that Wu Jingxun looked a little embarrassed, but fortunately, fortunately, she was still alive.

"Why is your hand injured?" Pei Jinguang was very familiar with the smell of rust.

Besides the fishy smell, the soft fragrance floating in his nose made it even more unbearable for him to have such suffering befall her.

Wu Jingxun belatedly covered her hands, and turned her head away uncomfortably under his focused and anxious gaze: "It's okay."

How can it be okay?

Pei Jinguang took a quick glance. His palm, which was once whiter than frost and snow, softer than mist, was now blood-red. The back of his hand was covered with tiny scars, and the hem of his skirt was torn and ripped...

Feeling his overly sharp and heavy gaze, Wu Jingxun pursed her lips and whispered, "It's really okay."

Pei Jinguang looked away and nodded indifferently to the indifferent Princess Changyi: "It's late at night, I won't disturb you anymore." After saying that, without waiting for Princess Changyi to reply, he looked at Wu Jingxun again and said, "Let's go."

Wu Jingxun was anxious. She could only ask for help from Pei Jinguang, the only person present who had some relationship with her.

For some unknown reason, Princess Changyi did not say anything and just watched them go away.

Feicui said in surprise: "Look at the eldest lady of the Wu family, she is in a miserable state, and she is in the palace... Could it be that the prince..." His old habit came back again, and he actually set his sights on Master Pei's fiancée?

Princess Changyi's eyes flashed, she did not ignore that the girls standing next to Wu Jingxun were also haggard and frightened.

What happened among them?

As they walked, the sound of the black iron scabbard colliding with the silver-white armor was very crisp, and it fell into Wu Jingxun's ears, again and again, making her already anxious heart even more panicked.

"Wait a minute." After finally reaching the corner, Wu Jingxun felt that the princess should no longer be staring at them, so she looked up at Pei Jinguang and said, "If we leave like this, will it cause you any trouble?"

Pei Jinguang's stern expression suddenly softened when he looked into the girl's eyes.

"No." Pei Jinguang said it concisely. He would never implicate her in any of the things that he should bear.

Wu Jingxun breathed a sigh of relief. Now was not the time to ask him why he was there, so she just pleaded, "Someone just saved us, but that palace sank into the ground for some reason, and he can't get out... It's the same person who saved me last time at Biyou Manor. He saved me again. Can you help him?"

Pei Huaiguang thought of the secret letter with scribbled handwriting.

He had previously thought that someone did not want to reveal their identity and whereabouts, and deliberately wrote with their left hand to confuse others. Unexpectedly, his guess was correct.

Pei Jinguang was silent for a long time.

Wu Jingxun felt uneasy. She began to reflect on whether her request was too much to ask. Prince Pei had official duties to attend to, and it was his duty to rescue them. Wasting energy and even openly offending Prince Rong to save another person...

Maybe he didn't want to.

"I'll take you out first." Pei Jinguang's next words rang out, and Wu Jingxun, who had originally lowered her eyes, couldn't help but tremble her eyelashes. "Last time, I didn't find someone to thank you in person. This time, I can't let you owe me a favor in vain."

He agreed.

Wu Jingxun's heart suddenly settled down. Perhaps it was because Pei Jinguang's eyes, which only reflected her talking, were too gentle, which melted the stern look on his face. The gentle affection that slowly flowed from him seemed to brush across her cheek like the night breeze.

A rosy blush appeared on her pale cheeks, like a drop of rose juice suddenly spreading on mutton-fat jade.

The journey was strangely smooth. Cen Fang agreed to get on the carriage with them. Wu Jingxun walked at the end. Her mind and heart were in a mess. She couldn't help but look up at the young man beside her.

To accommodate her anxious pace, he walked slowly.

Just before she opened her mouth to say goodbye, Pei Jinguang whispered, "Wait a minute."

Everyone else got on the carriage, and the guards standing by the carriage didn't dare to look around.

"Give me your hand."

His voice wasn't harsh, but it had a natural ability to convince people.

While Wu Jingxun was stunned, she felt her cold hand being held by a pair of dry and warm hands.

This is against etiquette...

Before she hurriedly pulled her hand away, Pei Jinguang took out the small porcelain bottle and applied a layer of liquid to the bloody palm. Wu Jingxun was shocked then. The palm that was numb from the pain slowly relaxed, and a little coolness came over her heart.

"It's easier for me to apply the medicine to you without anyone around, to avoid any misunderstandings." Pei Jinguang's eyes were clear and sincere, and he was very careful with his hands as he applied the medicine and bandaged her, not letting her feel any extra pain. "This medicine is a frosting-free ointment for skin rejuvenation and disinfection. When you take it home, apply it twice a day. Try not to get your hands wet. It will heal in a few days."

He first explained in a low voice why he was applying medicine to her at this time, and showed consideration for her old-fashioned and conservative nature. He then earnestly reminded her to leave some medicine for her wounds.

Wu Jingxun did not ask why it was such a coincidence that he appeared in Prince Rong's mansion to save them, nor did she ask why he carried this bottle of medicine with him.

"Thank you for today."

Just when Pei Jinguang was reflecting on whether his actions just now were too reckless and scared his usually gentle and polite fiancée, Wu Jingxun's hands wrapped in white silk supported the shaft of the cart, and a few strands of hair broke free from their restraints. Like water grass, they gently brushed across her beautiful face that looked like a lotus in the distant mountains in the night wind.

She waved to the young man standing not far away, with a shy and grateful smile on her face. Seeing that there was no expression on his face, she thought that she had spoken too softly just now, so she said it again.

"Thank you so much for today. I'm leaving now."

Pei Jinguang woke up somewhat embarrassedly from the dream that had been opened by that smile and nodded at her: "Go."

The carriage rumbled past him, and the curtain was suddenly lifted up, revealing half of a fair face.

She pointed at Prince Rong's Mansion with a nervous look on her face. Pei Jinguang only had time to read the three words that were uttered between her rosy lips.

'I'm waiting for you'.

What was he waiting for? Nothing more than news on whether Erlang had been rescued.

The carriage drove away. The deputy envoy bravely stepped forward and teased, "Sister-in-law has already gone far away, and you're still watching, Commander? Oh, oh, oh, you're so reluctant to leave before you even get married. Once you do, won't you be drowning in the land of love and unable to leave the house?"

"Since you know we're not married yet, keep your mouth shut." Pei Jinguang didn't want others to mention her in such a frivolous tone, so he changed the subject, "Have you found the other people who were imprisoned?"

Speaking of this, the deputy envoy gritted his teeth and said, "That old scoundrel, Prince Rong, looks kind-hearted and fat, but in fact, his mind is even more devious than the fat on his body. I wonder where he has hidden the person."

Naturally, it is hidden in a place on the flat ground where it cannot be found.

Pei Jinguang tightened the sword at his waist and said, "If you can't find it on the ground, then look for it underground."

The deputy envoy scratched his head. Should he go find a few more shovels to dig the soil?

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Today's diary writing session——

Wu Panpan: Waiting is really unbearable, I should do something (diligently practice acupuncture

Pei Da: That bottle of medicine really came in handy. Actually, I wish it hadn't been given away.

Pei Er: No one cares about me, I might as well die in the ground

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