Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

I believe that my son will be able to move from the side house to the main house soon.

that's nice.

Rong Huang walked into the inner room and saw Zhuang Tang, who was lying on the bed with his upper body naked, and his soft brows suddenly frowned.

Since the last time he was hit by Turkic poison, Zhuang Tang has lost a lot of weight, and he still can't see it when he wears his robe. Now he takes off his coat and looks thinner, and his collarbone is particularly obvious.

On Zhuang Tang's left shoulder, there was a stab wound with deep bones.

In the basin on the side, the clear water was stained red with blood.

The robes and robes that were randomly thrown on the ground were soaked with blood, which was quite shocking at first glance.

"what happened?"

With his eyes closed, Zhuang Tang, who was letting the imperial doctor treat his wound, heard Rong Huang's voice, and immediately opened his eyes, and subconsciously turned to his side, not wanting Rong Huang to see his wound.

But he was held back by the imperial doctor.

The imperial doctor poured the light yellow powder on Zhuang Tang’s wound without hesitation, and said angrily, “If you are injured, don’t move, do you think this arm is useless?”

Zhuang Tang gritted his teeth and took a breath, with an imperceptible forbearance between his delicate and heroic eyebrows.

This powder is specially made in the palace, and the effect is excellent. Of course, the pain is the highest when applied to the wound.

Even people like Zhuang Tang who are often injured on the battlefield can't help it.

Rong Huang glanced at Zhuang Tang's tight jaw line, and pressed his lower lip, "Call it out when it hurts, don't bear it."

Zhuang Tang suspected that the old imperial doctor had deliberately made him embarrassed. He stretched his neck and muttered, "No pain, no pain at all."

The doctor's heart slandered, his whole body was stretched straight, and it didn't hurt.

After finally waiting for the wound to be treated, Zhuang Tang put on his robes and leaned against the head of the bed, asking He Jun to send the royal doctor out, turning his eyes to Rong Huang, and then he was startled.

The little girl, who looked like a white dough, had red eyes, and her eyes drooped, dejected and sad.

Like a wilted flower bone, there is no longer any vitality.

This caused Zhuang Tang to breathe, his hands under the quilt clenched into fists.

Zhuang Tang's eyes flashed slightly, and the dark and deep phoenix eyes locked the girl's beautiful face, "Why are you crying?"

The man's low, melodious voice was soft and soft that he didn't even realize.

"Which tortoise grandson hurt you? See if I won't kill him!"

Rong Huang Bai Shengsheng's fingers pointed at Zhuang Tang's wound through a thin layer of obscene clothes, and his soft voice contained a slight trembling sound.

Xu Ye had never seen Feng's illness and injury before, and Rong Huang was shocked when he saw Zhuang Tang's hideous wound today.

Even if Feng Bing disease protects her well, she has also killed those enemies who have wronged her intentions.

She knew that such a wound would be very painful.

Zhuang Tang must be in pain.

Zhuang Tang raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose, "I was accidentally injured by an assassin."

Seeing that the corners of the little girl's eyes were stained with red again, Zhuang Tang quickly said, "In fact, the wound is scary and not very deep. It doesn't hurt anymore after taking the medicine."

In the early dynasty, Zhuang Tang was sent by the emperor to handle affairs. On the way back, he ran into an assassin and was accidentally assassinated.

Rong Huang sniffed, knowing that Zhuang Tang was comforting her of course.

While distressed, Rong Huang was angry that Tang did not cherish his body.

He clenched his small fist and wanted to give Zhuang Tang a punch, but when it fell on Zhuang Tang's arm, it all turned into a flutter.

Zhuang Tang also looked uncomfortable with the appearance of the little girl.

Zhuang Tang's Adam's apple was rolling, and his eyes were deeply understandable, and they were thick and faint, "I'm fine, but I'm just a few infamous assassins. I solved them all."