The black-clothed leader was stunned for a moment, then said, "My name is Yueying."

Zhao Ji repeated thoughtfully: "Yueying... is it because you can only hide in the dark?"

The black-clad leader ignored Zhao Ji and stretched out his right hand to grab the medicine bottle, but found that the right half of his body could no longer move.

I stretched out my left hand to touch it, but I had no strength at all.

Zhao Ji also noticed Yueying's embarrassment. He looked at Yueying's face. Perhaps it was because Zhao Ji had discovered that she was a woman.

Yueying took off the mask on her face.

Zhao Ji looked at Yueying's face and understood why Yueying always wore a mask when she went out.

Although Yueying is tall and strong compared to ordinary girls, her facial features are soft, and her cherry lips under her high nose bridge are almost pursed.

If anyone saw this face, no one would think Yueying was a man.

The man with almond-shaped eyes and willow-shaped brows frowned slightly, as if wondering why he had no strength.

Zhao Ji looked at the pale cherry mouth and said, "It has been half an incense stick of time since you were stabbed. Your wound has not healed yet. You are weak now because you have lost too much blood."

"Your injury is below the collarbone. Let me apply some medicine on you. If you delay any longer, I'm afraid you'll die here!"

Zhao Ji said seriously.

Yueying wanted to raise her hand to apply the medicine herself, but her body was not strong enough and she really didn't have any strength left.

If we still talk about integrity and chastity at this time, I am afraid we will end up in front of the King of Hell.

In an instant, Yueying pursed her lips and made up her mind: "Then you can help me apply the medicine... you can only apply the medicine..."

Zhao Ji smiled and took the powder in his hand and nodded: "Don't worry, I won't do anything except apply the medicine!"

When he pulled aside the clothes that Yueying had covered before, a vast expanse of white came into view. Zhao Ji was so stimulated that his breathing stopped for a moment, and he quickly calmed himself down.

Then he slowly sprinkled the powder in his hand on Yueying's wound.

"Hiss~" The moment the medicine powder touched the wound, the pain overwhelmed Yueying, causing her to twitch uncontrollably.

In order to stabilize Yueying, Zhao Ji put his other hand on Yueying's shoulder.

This time, Yueying's voice was heard again.

[It hurts so much, can this man be gentler? My wound is about to throb! ]

Zhao Ji smiled when he heard this, and as if possessed by a ghost, he actually lowered his head and blew on the wound.

Yueying shuddered unconsciously, her eyes froze slightly, and the tips of her ears turned red.

The wind blowing across the wound made Yueying feel a little strange.

This feeling of incomprehension fermented in Yueying's heart, and finally turned into shame and anger, making her unable to help but complain: "What are you doing!"

Zhao Ji didn't expect that his subconscious action would be this, and he felt a little embarrassed. However, he was always thick-skinned, so he smiled and said, "From your appearance, it seems to be quite painful. I'll blow on you and it should stop hurting..."

Even if Yueying wanted to get angry, Zhao Ji's eyes were sincere and he was doing it for her own good, so Yueying just muttered a few words that no one could hear clearly and then fell silent again.

However, in this atmosphere, the more silent it is, the weirder it becomes.

Yueying only felt that her five senses were greatly magnified at this moment, especially the sense of touch.

When applying the medicine, Zhao Ji's fingers inevitably brushed across his shoulders, and Yueying trembled every time they slid.

The atmosphere was becoming increasingly weird. Yueying felt that it was not good to remain silent like this, but she was naturally taciturn and had nothing to say for a while.

Zhao Ji caressed Yueying's wound and could hear Yueying's voice in his ears.

[It's so strange, why did I feel so strange when he touched this place? It's also strange that I'm silent now! ]

[But I don’t know what to say. I’m so fed up with this atmosphere. I feel like I’m going to suffocate!]

[But his touch was surprisingly comfortable...]

Zhao Ji couldn't help but burst out laughing when he heard this. Yueying felt as if her thoughts were seen through and glared at Zhao Ji.

"What are you laughing at!"

Yueying said this coquettishly, Zhao Ji stopped laughing and cleared his throat twice.

"Why are you the only one allowed to follow me, and I'm not allowed to laugh?"

Zhao Ji said righteously.

Perhaps because she couldn't bear to see Zhao Ji so proud, Yueying subconsciously retorted: "I followed you to protect you. I am following the emperor's orders. After all, you were appointed as the seal of the emperor himself, so you can't die inexplicably!"

These words made Zhao Ji stop laughing. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked Yueying up and down.

If the emperor did not want the newly appointed seal holder to die inexplicably, Zhao Ji believed it.

But if Yueying followed him silently in order to protect him, Zhao Ji always felt it was a bit weird.

What's more, when Zhao Ji was in danger, Yueying didn't rush out immediately.

Instead, he rushed into the game only when he saw that Zhao Ji had no power to fight back and was trapped in a dead end.

Although the moonlight is beautiful, Zhao Ji always keeps a clear mind when it comes to his own life and death.

Zhao Ji took the opportunity to apply the medicine powder for the last time and pressed Yueying's shoulder.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Yueying's wound and asked, "Are you sure the emperor asked you to protect me?"

Perhaps it was because Zhao Ji's tone was too questioning, or perhaps it was because the hands pressing on him were a little warm.

Yueying was slightly distracted, recalling in her mind the instructions given by the emperor in the hall that day.

[At that time, the Emperor asked me to take care of the safety of the newly appointed seal, but I actually knew what the Emperor meant...]

[This new palm print seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, and even the pills in his hand could not be seen from the beginning. The emperor was indeed worried about this person.]

[It's called protection, but in fact it's an order for me to report every move of this new seal... But I think there shouldn't be any problem with this new seal...]

Yueying thought she had covered it up well on the surface. She pretended to be confident and said, "The emperor appreciates you very much and hopes that you can manage the Imperial Household Department well. Before you make achievements, you'd better not die easily."

Zhao Ji looked at Yueying who was pretending to be excited, and thought for a moment without saying anything. After a moment, he smiled and said, "In this case, I hope that Chief Yue can say a few good words for me in front of the emperor in the future."

"Your Majesty's grace is great, we thank the emperor for his arrangement!"

Hearing what Zhao Ji said, Yueying felt relieved a little. In her opinion, Zhao Ji should have believed what she said.

However, the next moment, Zhao Ji suddenly said: "But since the emperor asked you to protect him closely, you don't have to go back to your bedroom!"