Chapter 41 Why are you taking off your clothes?
"Is there any water outside?"
Hearing this, Chu Yangyang raised her head and looked around. She suddenly caught a glimpse of the crooked pottery jar in the corner of the wall. The cracks in the earthen wall that had just been split by Luo Xifeng were spreading along the bottom of the jar.
Chu Yangyang tore off his cloak and dipped it into the pottery. After the cloak was soaked, he threw it into the wall of fire.
She used the basin in the jar, filled it with water, and poured it towards the burning gap.
The flames instantly let out a sharp hissing sound. In the steaming white mist, Luo Xifeng grabbed Zhao Yi's collar and retreated quickly.
The broken beam brushed past his back and fell, sending sparks flying onto the silver hairpin that held his hair together.
Luo Xifeng carried the unconscious Zhao Yi on his back and covered both of them with a wet cloak.
He skillfully used the jade bone fan to push aside the blocking rafters with a "click".
Luo Xifeng kicked his legs hard at the same time, the scorching air current lifted his blood-stained clothes, and the two of them jumped through the circle of fire.
"Give me your hand!" Chu Yangyang leaned half of his body into the fire, and the gold thread on his cuffs was burned into charred curls.
In the white mist, the two of them held hands tightly in tacit understanding.
The moment their palms touched, Chu Yangyang's fingertips went numb from the combined temperatures of ice and fire.
Luo Xifeng's hands with distinct knuckles were like white jade soaked in snow water, but her scorching palms had already been burned by sparks and blisters appeared.
He held it very tightly, and the thin calluses on the base of his palm rubbed against the tender flesh on the back of her hand that was burned. The pain made her eyes sore, but she didn't dare to pull her hand away.
"Hold on tight." His Adam's apple, stained with cigarette ash, rolled up and down, and veins bulged on his wrists.
Chu Yangyang used the force to pull the two out of the sea of fire.
At this moment, Chu Yangyang only felt a piercing pain in her ankle.
The bruise from hitting the bluestone slab just now turned into a sharp blade, piercing along the leg bone straight into the heart.
She staggered towards Luo Xifeng's shoulder, her nose hitting his bloody collar, and she smelled a mixture of hemostatic powder and a bitter burnt scent.
Luo Xifeng put Zhao Yi to the ground and then supported Chu Yangyang.
"Don't move."
Luo Xifeng held her calf and pressed her swollen ankle with his fingertips through the skirt.
Before Chu Yangyang could even gasp, he frowned slightly.
The firelight revealed the winding bloodstains under her skirt, and the broken wooden splinters from the window frame were deeply embedded in her calves, oozing dark red with her breathing.
"You are good at showing off." His voice was soaked with cigarette ash and his emotions were unrecognizable.
A hand as white as jade gently lifted the fabric of her clothes that was stuck to her wound. Chu Yangyang instinctively shrank back, her lower back pressed against the wet water jar.
Luo Xifeng sighed lightly, picked her up horizontally, and at the same time avoided all injuries.
The fragrance of medicine in her arms drifted over with the rise and fall of his chest. Chu Yangyang stared at the blood beads on his jaw and suddenly found a fresh abrasion on the side of his neck. The dark red bloodstain set against the pale skin, like a broken red plum blossom in the snow.
"Luo Xifeng, you are injured too." Chu Yangyang struggled to get off him.
"Don't move."
He put his arm around her waist and squeezed it, causing her to shudder.
He was eager to kill her just now, but now he looks like he is reluctant to let her die.
She was not so naive as to think that he had any special feelings for her.
It's just that he didn't figure out the truth. She is still useful and can't die for the time being.
Thinking of this, Chu Yangyang suddenly felt that it was natural for her to be hugged by him.
Before he had taken two steps, there was a sudden roar of thunder in the sky, followed by heavy rain.
Luo Xifeng then ordered, "Miaoyun, go push the cart over there and take Zhao Yi to the ruined temple in the southeast. The princess and I will go ahead."
Miao Yun was about to say that she was also injured, but before she could finish her words, Luo Xifeng had already carried Chu Yangyang towards the ruined temple.
When they finally reached the ruined temple, their clothes were almost soaked.
The dilapidated Guanyin statue in the ruined temple had half of its arm hanging down, letting in cold wind and rain.
Luo Xifeng placed her on the pile of straw.
He turned around, piled up the broken wood on the ground, and took out a tinder to make a fire.
With the help of the firelight, Chu Yangyang finally saw her injuries clearly. Her swollen ankle under her skirt was bruised and purple, and the skin around the wooden splinter had turned a terrifying black.
The firelight illuminated Luo Xifeng's rain-soaked eyelashes, casting a trembling shadow under his eyes.
He half-knelt on one knee beside the straw pile, turned around, and used a broken jade fan to gently lift up the hem of Chu Yangyang's blood-soaked skirt, and the wet fabric made a slight tearing sound.
"Hold it."
He took out a celadon bottle from his arms, dipped his fingertips in the ointment inside, and was about to apply it on Chu Yangyang's legs.
“Wait!”
Suddenly Chu Yangyang shouted, and Luo Xifeng stopped and looked up at her.
Chu Yangyang was staring at her legs.
The red blood flowed down, still carrying her warm body temperature, it was so fresh.
She suddenly straightened her legs, raised them to Luo Xifeng's mouth, and said, "You're going to drink my blood! I haven't had time to get blood to detoxify you today."
Luo Xifeng was stunned for a moment, staring at the wound on her leg without moving.
Chu Yangyang couldn't wait and said, "Drink it quickly while it's hot."
After saying that, she raised her legs a little higher, and Luo Xifeng's lips were half an inch away from sucking her wound.
After a while, he slowly looked up at her. Seeing her pair of crystal eyes, shining with a light brighter than the starry sky, his heart softened.
He pushed her legs apart, held her calf in the palm of his left hand, and gently applied the ointment on her wound with his fingertips.
As he applied the medicine, he said, "You don't need to take blood today. Let me treat your wound first."
As soon as the coldness touched the wound, Chu Yangyang suddenly retracted her legs.
The swollen meridians encountered external force, and the pain made her whimper from her throat.
After the pain subsided, Chu Yangyang muttered, "The blood is flowing out, please at least let some of it out. It hurts so much to have my flesh cut every day."
The soft complaint seemed to have touched a sensitive nerve in Luo Xifeng. He suddenly grabbed her ankle, and the calloused palm of his hand rubbed against her delicate skin. "If you move again, your leg will be broken."
His tone was still gentle, but the strength of his fingertips had clearly increased by three points.
Chu Yangyang stared at his drooping brows and endured the severe pain from her ankle.
She looked at the blood spilled on the ground and felt so sad.
What a waste.
The aroma of medicine mixed with the smell of blood floated between the two of them, and Luo Xifeng's movements in treating the wound were neat and almost elegant.
When the silver needle picked out the wooden splinter, Chu Yangyang bit her cuff tightly, and cold sweat slid down her temples into her collar.
She didn't notice that Luo Xifeng's wrist holding the needle froze for a moment, and the needle tip avoided the most vulnerable meridian.
He bandaged her wound, stood up, and suddenly began to untie the silver-patterned leather belt around his waist.
Chu Yangyang's pupils suddenly shrank, and she moved back without caring about her leg injury. "You...why are you taking off your clothes?"
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