106 Applying Medicine
◎Close to her, breathing heavily◎
The Bonfire Festival of the Northern Yi Royal Palace was held in Tarotai. As soon as the sun set, the place was crowded with young men and women, all dressed up in their best clothes. Those who were attracted to each other were already giving each other tokens of love.
The sky darkened and the bonfire was lit.
When Shu Yao and Wu Lan arrived, everyone was already singing and dancing.
A pretty girl sitting on the outside waved to Wu Lan. Wu Lan smiled knowingly and walked over with Shu Yao. The girl looked at Shu Yao, then whispered something to Wu Lan, who nodded.
The girl extended her hand toward Shu Yao: "Hello, my name is Yana." She spoke in a Central Plains dialect with a strong accent, and Shu Yao could barely understand her.
"Hello, I'm Shu Yao."
The two shook hands politely, and Yana said in Yi language, "She is so beautiful." Wu Lan tilted his head slightly and said, "Of course, the woman my third brother likes must be beautiful."
Wu Lan introduced Yana to Shu Yao.
Yana is the second daughter of Bagu Khan and the queen's niece. She grew up in the palace and was as close to Wu Lan as a sister. She did not leave the palace and return home until she was twelve years old.
Shu Yao understood.
The sky was getting darker and darker, the bonfire was burning more and more vigorously, some young and strong men started to perform fighting shows with their bare chests, there was cheering all around, the atmosphere was gradually getting more heated, a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old took off his belt and handed it to Wu Lan, the boy's dark cheeks were stained with a suspicious camel red, he lowered his head and did not dare to look at Wu Lan, and spoke hesitantly.
Wu Lan frowned and returned the belt to him.
The young man was very disappointed and wanted to fight for it again, but Wu Lan pushed him away.
Only after he left did she sit down angrily and complain to Shu Yao: "I told you I don't like him, but he keeps pestering me. It's so annoying."
Shu Yao quietly asked her: "Does the princess have anyone she likes?"
Wu Lan held his chin with both hands, tilted his head and thought for a moment: "No."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a cheer from the crowd, and someone shouted, "The Third Prince is here."
The eldest and second princes were already married, so the third prince became a hot commodity at the Bonfire Festival.
Twelve came slowly on a black horse. He had just returned from the military camp and still had armor on his body that he had not had time to take off. He approached the crowd and dismounted with quick and decisive movements. Many girls present had already fallen in love with this first warrior of the grassland.
But before anyone could make a move, a beautiful figure appeared in front of Twelve.
"Tuso, give me your belt."
Women on the grassland have always been bold and passionate.
Twelve looked at her unhappily: "Gu Dai, stop making trouble."
Gu Dai curled her lips, put her hands on her hips, and the gems on her clothes jingled. She raised her pretty face and looked at him in feigned anger: "You don't keep your word. When we were little, you promised to marry me."
Twelve headaches.
Gu Dai stamped her feet in anger. She turned and pointed at Shu Yao, questioning him: "I heard that you brought back a woman from the Central Plains. Is it her? Are you going to marry her as your queen consort?"
Shu Yao rubbed her temples; she also had a headache.
"Then you won't marry me?" Gu Dai asked, but there was not much sadness in her words, and she even revealed a hint of expectation.
Twelve nodded.
Gu Dai suppressed the corners of her mouth that were about to turn up: "You said it, don't go back on your word." After that, she waved to the opposite side. A handsome man ran towards her holding a belt. Gu Dai took off an earring and put it in his palm.
Everyone was stunned. What was going on?
Twelve was also a little confused.
Wu Lan smiled mysteriously and moved closer to Twelve: "Tuso, thank you." Then he pulled the man away.
Her father was determined to get into the royal family and wanted to match her with Tuso, but she didn't like Tuso, and she knew that Tuso didn't like her. Besides, he had brought a woman from the Central Plains, and she didn't want to get between them. She just wanted to take advantage of this bonfire festival to let him reject her openly, so that she could be with her beloved with dignity, and her father wouldn't say anything.
Twelve walked over to Shu Yao and sat down, looking at her sideways. He had been too busy recently and hadn't been able to spend enough time with her. He felt a little guilty: "I'll take you to the ancient market tomorrow." You can always find some unexpected treasures in the ancient market, and she should like them.
Shu Yao wanted to say something but stopped herself.
He knew she had something on her mind: "Want to go back to Central Plains?"
Shu Yao lowered her head and brows: "Yeah."
Twelve took a deep breath and wanted to reach out and touch her pigtails, but Shu Yao dodged his move without a sound. His hand paused in the air, and his eyes were lost for a moment.
At this time, the warrior fighting in the fire circle accidentally kicked away a piece of burning firewood. The match with sparks flew straight towards Shu Yao. The heat wave surged, and she could not dodge in time. She could only watch the flames getting closer and closer.
Wu Lan opened his eyes wide and tried to push Shu Yao away, but it was too late.
"Bang, hiss."
The firewood hit him and rolled to the ground along with his clothes.
There was complete silence all around.
Shu Yao was held tightly in Twelve's arms. She looked up and saw that Twelve's expression had not changed.
Wu Lan beside him exclaimed: "Brother Wang, your back."
Twelve had just taken off his armor, wearing only a single black garment. The fire had burned his clothes, and his exposed back was seriously injured, with a hideous wound. However, he seemed to feel nothing at all, and stood up slowly.
Shu Yao walked around behind him and couldn't help but gasp when she saw the wound.
…
In the bedroom.
Twelve took off his coat and piled it around his waist, revealing his mountain-like upper body.
Shu Yao stood behind him. The bleeding on his back had stopped, but the large black and red scars were creepy to look at. She felt a little guilty. If he hadn't stood in front of her, she would probably have been the one injured.
She cleaned the handkerchief and wiped his back gently, removing all the dust and dirt.
The candlelight flickered as she picked up the ointment and rubbed it gently with her fingertips.
The girl's fingers were soft and delicate, and her Adam's apples were rolling.
The candle suddenly went out. Shu Yao paused while applying the medicine. Just as she was about to light a new candle, a strong force pressed her down on the bed. She struggled hard as she felt the masculine scent from above.
Twelve grabbed her wrist and leaned close to her, breathing heavily.
Shu Yao swallowed and trembled: "You...what are you doing?"
Twelve pale blue eyes emitted tiny pinpricks of light in the darkness. He lowered his head close to her ear and asked again, "Will you be my queen?" Unlike his previous rude and direct manner, this time he asked very gently, with a hint of temptation.
Shu Yao tilted her head to one side: "Twelve, we can be friends."
After a long time, the weight on his body receded, and Twelve said in a low voice: "I will take you to the market tomorrow, get up early." After that, he strode out the door.
Shu Yao lay on the bed and sighed helplessly.
Twelve returned to his palace, sat at the table and poured a glass of liquor. The quilt on the bed was bulging. He glanced at it and then looked away.
Seeing that he didn't move for a long time, the woman on the bed simply crawled out from under the quilt, went into bed barefoot and covered with gauze. Her graceful figure passed by the screen and came to Twelve's side. She knelt down, put her hands on Twelve's thighs, and gently massaged them.
Twelve looked down at her and said coldly, "Raise your head."
The woman stopped, raised her pretty face and smiled charmingly.
Twelve narrowed his eyes: "A woman from the Central Plains?"
The woman naturally lay in his arms, her voice so soft that it could squeeze water out of her: "Third Prince, would you like me to serve you tonight?" After saying that, she looked at him pitifully.
Twelve did not refuse, but just looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze.
The woman's boneless hand slowly reached into his clothes and her breath was as sweet as orchid in his ear.
Passing through the layers of abdominal muscles, and then going down, Twelve pulled her hand out, holding her wrist bone, with a sharp look: "Go back and tell your master that he doesn't need to worry about my affairs."
After saying that, he threw the woman to the ground, simply and roughly, without any mercy at all.
The woman met his murderous gaze and her body trembled. She ignored the pain and stood up hurriedly, stumbling and running away.
Twelve drank another cup of herbal tea.
My brother is really persistent. This woman is his eighth one, and this time he found a woman from Central China.
He clenched the teacup in his hand, and cracks suddenly appeared on it.
The next day, Wu Lan took out a new set of clothes that Shu Yao had never worn before and gave them to her: "Sister Yao, try this dress on. It will definitely look good on you."
Unable to resist Wu Lan's coquettish and cute behavior, Shu Yao reluctantly tried it on. It was her first time wearing a Mongolian robe, and she was just trying it out casually, but she didn't expect the effect to be surprisingly good.
Wu Lan's eyes widened. She thought it probably wouldn't fit her so well when she wore it.
Putting on the pearl headband, Shu Yao looked at the beauty in the mirror and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She was about to take off her clothes, but Wu Lan quickly stopped her: "Sister Yao, this dress looks really good on you."
At this time, the little palace maid came in and said that Twelve was already waiting outside the palace.
Wu Lan pushed Shu Yao toward the door: "Sister Yao, go quickly."
Shu Yao opened the door and saw Twelve standing on the steps. He was wearing simple casual clothes today and looked calm and neat. When he heard the door open, he looked up, then looked away. After a few seconds, he looked at Shu Yao again.
When he first saw the Mongolian robe, he thought it was Wu Lan.
Seeing Shu Yao wearing their clothes, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
"It looks good." The corners of his mouth curved up.
The two of them walked to the city gate, and a servant brought in a horse. Shu Yao was puzzled: "Where's the other one?"
Twelve carried her onto the horse's back, then he mounted himself, grabbed the reins tightly, and squeezed the horse's belly, and the horse trotted forward quickly.
Shu Yao heard the sound of his heartbeat in his chest again.
Facing the rising sun, they arrived at the bustling market. After tying the horse to the farm, Twelve took out a candy from his pocket and handed it to Shu Yao: "It's something from the Central Plains."
Shu Yao peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed the candy into Twelve's mouth: "Try it."
The honey melts in my mouth, and I suck the sweetness on the tip of my tongue.
Twelve: "It's very sweet." But he didn't like candy, but he liked it when she fed him.
The market on the grassland was not big, but there were a lot of people. Shu Yao and Twelve were squeezed together by the crowd, and their hands hanging at their sides bumped into each other from time to time. Twelve gritted his teeth and held her hand directly.
Shu Yao was startled, broke free, and continued walking as if nothing had happened.
Twelve was stunned and took a few quick steps to catch up with her.
There weren't many things to buy here, and it took less than an incense stick of time to walk around the entire market. Shu Yao hadn't planned to buy anything, she just wanted to relax.
But Twelve thought there was nothing here that she liked, so he took her directly to a place.
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