at night
Meng Li sneaked into the mansion again.
I looked everywhere but didn't see anyone.
I came several times in a row, but the man was not there.
Where did you go?
Judging from the expressions of the servants in the mansion, it seemed that they had no idea that the man was not there.
What are you doing sneaking out of the house...
Suddenly
A gust of wind blew,
It smells like smoke.
She looked at the willow tree outside the wall.
Touch the ground with your toes and hide instantly.
Not long
A glimpse of grey gown caught the eye.
It was the Sixth Prince Jiang Rao whom she had been looking for for many days.
Wait until you see clearly what the man is wearing.
Meng Li's pupils suddenly shrank and he clenched the hilt of the sword.
[Why is he wearing this color of fabric?]
[It looks a bit like...]
[It’s impossible… it’s just a coincidence]
She pursed her lips and continued reading with doubt in her mind.
Only
The man quickly climbed over the wall and pushed open the door with unsteady steps.
Perhaps in a hurry, he forgot to close the door, giving her the opportunity to see what was going on inside.
The man seemed very tired, slumped in the chair, his face pale.
He pressed his abdomen hard with his hands, and blood stained the gaps between his fingers.
[It's blood! How did he get hurt?]
Meng Li's heart tightened when he saw this, and he leaned forward unconsciously.
I can't hide my anxiety.
[If you go out so late, you will become a sitting duck for others.]
[This is crazy!]
She stared at the person, a trace of heartache flashing across her eyes.
Look carefully, not wanting to miss any details.
The man got up and went back to the bedroom to look for something.
After a while, I turned back.
He picked up the bag on the table and went back to the inner room.
In order to get a closer look, Meng Li went to the window.
The window was half-closed.
She stood on tiptoe, just enough to see.
Eye-catching
The man held a white porcelain bottle in his hand and rudely tore off his clothes.
There is no need to wipe it with warm water, just pour the powder directly on the incision on the abdomen.
The wound was full of blood and flesh, as if it had been injured by a sharp blade.
Pour the whole bottle of hemostatic medicine into it.
The man threw away the bottle, pulled out the muslin and tried to wrap it around his waist.
Tried several times, all failed.
With a gloomy face, he threw the muslin to the ground without even looking at it.
The man threw back the quilt, lay on his side on the bed and prepared to fall asleep.
He ignored it, and Meng Li looked anxious.
Unconsciously, forget to hide,
[If I fall asleep like this, what if I press on the wound?]
Doesn’t he feel the pain?
[This person has too little patience...]
[No wonder you have such a bad temper, it turns out you have no patience…]
Meng Li approached step by step, and when he came to his senses,
I found myself jumping in through the window and was bending over to pick up the white muslin on the floor.
[Why am I here?]
[What am I doing? Am I crazy…]
Oops!
If you are discovered...
Meng Li felt something was wrong and suddenly looked up at the person on the bed.
The mentality of luck disappears and is shattered,
Eyes met.
Her breath hitched, and she grasped the hilt of the sword.
Who knows
The man just glanced at her and turned back to rest.
It seemed as if he was completely unprepared for her and not surprised at all.
Meng Li felt a little more relieved and became bolder.
The two are close
She clearly saw the fatigue in the man's eyes.
[He seems very tired? As a prince, what is it that he needs to do personally?]
[This appearance is somewhat different from the rumors...]
[How long has it been since I had a good night's sleep?]
Meng Li hesitated for a moment and put the fine cloth on him. "Go to sleep later. Treat the wound first."
"Trouble." The man turned over and faced her.
With the action
The blanket he was wearing fell off, revealing his naked upper body.
Her skin was very white, which made the wound look unsightly.
The excess powder fell onto the bed and soiled the covers.
Hearing the man's words,
Meng Li was so angry that he picked up the fine cloth again and decided to do it himself. "Can your highness lift up your waist?"
It was her first time doing this and her palms were slightly wet.
Bending closer, she could smell the incense emanating from the man.
High-quality incense is indeed different, the smell is neither strong nor heavy, and it smells very good.
After taking a few puffs,
She felt dizzy, but her mind was extremely clear.
[His skin is so white, even whiter than the white flour buns I have eaten...]
[The wound is so deep, but he doesn't even frown. Doesn't he feel the pain?]
[How could a prince make himself so embarrassed?]
[In the past two months of tracking, he seems to have been assassinated]
[It seems quite pitiful...]
The man cooperated very well, and every time she wrapped the fine cloth around the bottom of his waist, he would slightly lift his whole body.
Sometimes the force was too strong and her face accidentally touched...
Every touch was not intentional, it was purely accidental.
As she lowered her head, the tip of her nose touched the man's skin, and her cheek was accidentally touched...
Once again, she used too much force and her lips landed right next to the wound.
It feels like kissing a man's abdomen.
This is such a shameful act.
I was so embarrassed that I lost all my strength.
Meng Li pursed her lips unconsciously and quickly tied the cloth strip into a knot.
After doing all this, take a few steps back to create some distance.
"Thank you." The man opened his eyes at some point and looked at her with a smile.
Meng Li turned his head away from his gaze, his cheeks slightly hot. "No, I just don't want you to die so soon."
If I have to die, I'd rather die at her hands.
This unfinished harsh remark was misunderstood by the man.
He sat up and looked at her, a smile on his lips "Why? Madam, you feel sorry for me?"
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