Song Yi sat topless in front of Jiang Zhili...
The wounds on his body had all scabbed over, and he no longer looked so scary. The wounds on his back that were so deep that the bones could be seen had also scabbed over after new flesh grew.
Jiang Zhili opened the white porcelain bottle, dipped the ointment with his fingernails, and applied it on Song Yi's skin.
Song Yi lowered his eyes slightly, pursed his thin lips, and even drooped his neck. The coldness around him subsided, and he was like a big dog, allowing Jiang Zhili's fingertips, which were covered with ointment, to wander freely on his body.
The white and slender fingertips stroked the injured skin inch by inch.
The secret guard on the beam almost popped his eyes out.
When he saw his master, his whole body was tense, and his hands behind his back were clenched into fists. He was obviously extremely nervous.
Could it be that the master really had devoted himself to this Miss Jiang, as the rumors in the Prime Minister's Mansion said?!
Thinking of this, the secret guard couldn't help but have tears in his eyes.
For the sake of the great cause, the master actually... He cried to death!
As for Jiang Zhili, she applied the medicine step by step. For some reason, Song Yi broke out in a sweat after applying the medicine.
The muscles in his body were tense and he looked very nervous.
"Are you okay?" She put the porcelain bottle on the table.
"It's nothing, you can go out," Song Yi said in a cold tone. After picking up the clothes beside him, he did not put them on immediately, but put them on his legs.
Jiang Zhili raised an eyebrow: "What? Throw it away after use?"
This person lives under someone else's roof and has a bad temper. If he wasn't the target of the mission, she would have thrown him out of the house long ago.
Song Yi's black eyes flickered slightly but he didn't say anything, but the expression on his face became more tense and he looked extremely cold.
{Tsk... Sister Zhizhi, this guy is not easy to take down.}
Sister Zhizhi was so nice to him, she changed his room, bought him medicine and applied it to his face, but he still couldn't even look at her in return.
Seeing Song Yi's cold and hard look, Jiang Zhili's eyes darkened slightly. Then she bent down slightly and pulled off the clothes that Song Yi had put on his legs.
Duoduo: {!!!}
Secret Guard:!!!
His master is very good!
Song Yi's whole body was stiff, not daring to move.
Jiang Zhili naturally put the clothes in his hand on his shoulders and said casually: "This plaster absorbs quickly. Put on your clothes and don't catch a cold."
After saying that, she turned and walked towards the door.
Song Yi looked at her back and breathed a sigh of relief, but then a wave of embarrassment and anger surged in his heart.
He was angry at himself for being so incompetent, and also annoyed at himself for reacting. It was clear that he was very pure and had no desires, and his mind was not on that matter...
Jiang Zhili raised her hand to open the door and turned around. She looked at Song Yi with an ugly expression and added a sentence.
"My Prime Minister's Mansion is not a sea of fire and swords. There is no need for you to hide that dagger in your pants and be on guard against me all the time!"
After saying this, Jiang Zhili walked out, leaving behind Song Yi with a stiff face and the secret guard who was trying to suppress his laughter on the beam.
Looking at the situation, although the eldest daughter of the Jiang family is arrogant and domineering, she has not asked her master to sacrifice himself.
After Song Yi calmed down and changed his clothes, the secret guard jumped down from the beam and knelt in front of him again.
"Master, now is the most appropriate time to leave. Your body is almost recovered. Once you return to the palace, you only need to ask the imperial physician to prescribe a prescription to dissipate the effects of the medicine."
If I go back to the palace now, there is a high possibility that I will catch the prince in trouble!
If you don’t reply now, when will you reply?
Song Yi, dressed in black, looked gloomy.
After a moment, he spoke: "There is something this prince needs in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Wait a minute."
His best option right now is indeed to return to the palace, but he doesn't want to...
The secret guard hesitated to speak.
Is there anything more important than finding something to hold against the prince?
In the end, the secret guard didn't say much, but just took Song Yi's order and flew out of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
In the evening.
Jiang Zhili accompanied Jiang Shan for dinner, and instructed the kitchen and servants not to cook any special meals for Jiang Shan.
Although Jiang Shan had only abstained from eating for a few days, he had lost several pounds since he was already overweight.
In order to help Jiang Shan lose weight, Jiang Zhili even spent 5 points to buy a weighing scale in the mall.
This weighing scale looked very simple and ancient, without any sense of modernity, so there was no need to worry that Jiang Shan would be suspicious. He would just think that she had good intentions and had even specially made a scale for weighing people.
With tears in his eyes, Jiang Shan repeatedly promised that he would never eat more.
Xiao Li really cares deeply about himself!
Jiang Shan wiped his tears and left.
It was getting dark now.
With Linglong's help, Jiang Zhili took a bath and washed up before lying down on the bed.
After what happened today, it is certain that Song Yi does not hate her so much, otherwise he would not have stood up.
This shows that my appearance can still attract the other person.
After understanding this, Jiang Zhili felt relieved.
This way, she could do something before Song Yi left...
In the room opposite, a dim candlelight flickered.
After taking a shower, Song Yi sat on a stool. There were still some water droplets hanging on his sturdy upper body, his jet-black hair was also wet, and he was only wearing pants.
He had just taken a shower.
Song Yi looked at the flickering candlelight on the table, and recalled the feeling of Jiang Zhili's fingertips brushing against his wound in the afternoon.
It feels numb and tingling, as if it brings on anger.
The fire ignited by the fingertips rushed straight to that...
When Song Yi thought of this, he felt that the anger had infected him again, urging him on.
Perhaps, it was because I hadn't done needlework for a long time that I had a different feeling towards Jiang Zhili.
He was born in the cold palace and worried about his survival every day. He had no intention of thinking about that matter, nor would he think about it. He only sewed once every few months. It was just a simple physical reaction.
It has been several months since then, so this is just a physical reaction.
Thinking of this, Song Yi breathed a sigh of relief.
Romance will only affect his great cause.
After figuring this out, Song Yi, like before, recited the "Tai Gong Military Strategy" in his mind while slowly doing needlework...
But for some reason, things didn't go smoothly tonight, especially at the last moment, when Jiang Zhili's beautiful face appeared in his mind.
There were times when she smiled, times when she was angry, and times when she was domineering. Every frown and smile was something I had witnessed during our time together over the past few days...
Song Yi's breathing became disordered, and the "Taigong's Art of War" in his mind had long disappeared into the horizon, replaced by Jiang Zhili's every frown and smile.
He was shocked, yet also felt an indescribable excitement...
This time, the needlework took him an unusually long time and was also extremely exciting. For the first time, he realized that in addition to power, this matter also made him excited.
Half an hour later, Song Yi got up to wash, and then lay down on the bed.
This night.
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