Chapter 1600 Too Sharp

Chapter 21 Too Sharp

Mo Shanghua stood up clutching her bloody arm, looked at the man in the cloak who came out of nowhere, and bit her pale lips tightly.

The man in the cloak was obviously not weaker than the man in martial arts. After a short time, he temporarily blocked the man, and then returned to Mo Shanghua's side, his long arms wrapped tightly around her slender waist, and his toes were a little lighter.

In the next moment, he took her out of the window of the Medicine Pavilion and flew away.

Mo Shanghua leaned in the arms of the man in the cloak, feeling a sense of security in her heart for no reason, which made her startled, and hurriedly lowered her eyes, not wanting to think about it.

The cloaked man Yan Beicheng took Moshanghua directly to the outside of the city, and found a reasonably clean residential house, and then carefully placed her on the bed, and subconsciously pulled the quilt to cover her. it is good.

At that time, the wound on Mo Shanghua's arm was too deep, and the scarlet blood was still flowing slowly, and the blood on her face had faded to paper white due to excessive blood loss.

Yan Beicheng looked down at her pale complexion, his eyes as deep as the bottom of a spring flashed a bit of inexplicable darkness, he was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "I will treat the wound for you."

Mo Shanghua's consciousness was a little dizzy at this time, and she heard Yan Beicheng's words in a daze, so she nodded casually, and then half-closed her eyes, as if she was at her disposal.

Seeing this, Yan Beicheng leaned over and sat down, pulled out the dagger from Mo Shanghua's waist, and carefully removed the clothes on her left arm from her shoulders.

It was even scarier than imagined.

Between her slender and white lotus root arms, there was a hideous wound about half an arm's length across her elbow, the skin and flesh of the wound turned white, and the glaring red blood was flowing out from the hideous wound bit by bit.

Just looking at it makes people feel scalp numb.

Yan Beicheng's eyes darkened suddenly, and he tightened his hand holding the sapphire vial. After a while, he opened the vial and poured all the golden sore medicine in it.

The medicine powder was sprinkled between the skin and flesh, and suddenly there was a burst of pain, which brought back Mo Shanghua's mind that had been a little confused.

She opened her eyes and glanced at her wound, seeing that Yan Beicheng, who was covered in a cloak, was handling her wound a little clumsily, his brows furrowed.

In this way, although the bleeding has stopped, how can such a large wound be done without stitches.

"I'll do it myself, help me find some spirits." Mo Shanghua raised her right hand, pressed Yan Beicheng's hand that was continuing to move, and said in a low voice.

Yan Beicheng frowned immediately, "How can you do it with one hand."

Mo Shanghua supported the bed and sat up, shaking her head lightly, "I'm fine."

Yan Beicheng stared fixedly at Mo Shanghua's eyes, making her eyes clear, and then agreed, and came back with a jug of wine after a while.

Mo Shanghua opened the wine bottle without hesitation, and poured the wine directly towards the wound, pouring wantonly on the wound.

The pain was several times worse than that of the medicine powder, and Mo Shanghua's pale lips were bitten by her desperate efforts. There was a fishy sweetness between her lips and teeth, and the hand holding the flagon trembled.

But for a moment, he was held tightly by her.

How could she be so cruel to herself.

Yan Beicheng's heart trembled violently, an inexplicable dark light melted in his ink pupils, and he raised his hand to Mo Shanghua's lips.

Mo Shanghua turned her eyes and glanced with difficulty, but still bit her lower lip tightly and did not let go.

The wine in the jug was quickly poured out, Moshang Hua's hands trembled slightly, and the jug fell to the ground immediately, smashing into pieces.

"Can it continue?" Yan Beicheng finally couldn't help but speak, and the ink pupils covered by the wide cloak flashed a look of worry that he hadn't even noticed.

Mo Shanghua shook her head, took out the acupuncture bag from her sleeve pocket, pulled out a needle already threaded with catgut, took a deep breath, pierced the flesh with the tip of the needle, and sewed up slowly.

The lips that had just been relaxed were bitten tightly again, and the hand holding the needle tip was trembling all the time, the pain intensified. A thin layer of sweat suddenly broke out on her white and full forehead, and slowly flowed down the sides of her nose. fall.

Yan Beicheng's heart choked for some reason, his slender fingers slowly tightened, and his eyes locked tightly on the wound she had stitched up.

What usually takes half an hour to complete, Mo Shanghua took an hour and a half this time.

After the sutures were finished, her whole body was soaked in sweat, and her whole body was weak and weak. Even so, she still managed to apply the medicine, bandaged herself, and then leaned weakly on the bed.

Yan Beicheng sat beside the bed, his deep black pupils were full of mystery, and he couldn't tell what his emotions were.

There was silence in the room.

After a long time, Mo Shanghua pulled her dry lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "You followed me all the way to Yuzhou, what exactly do you want?"

The idea that Yan Beicheng is the man in the cloak in front of him is wavering in his heart.

Yan Beicheng's eyes darkened slightly, and he didn't answer her question. Instead, he turned his head and said in a low voice, "Prince Yu's Mansion is not as simple as you imagined. There is no backing, so don't be too aggressive."

Mo Shanghua fell silent for a moment, and couldn't help but think of the masters in the Medicine Pavilion.

Anyone in the Medicine Pavilion can kill her, so what this person said is true.

only……

How can he know so much?

Just as he was about to ask more questions, Yan Beicheng suddenly handed over a sapphire vial, "This bottle contains the best medicine for golden sores, take it."

Mo Shanghua was about to refuse subconsciously, but when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them, and tapped her delicate jaw.

"Sleep, I'll take you back tomorrow morning." Yan Beicheng stood up, instructed in a low voice, and then walked away.

Mo Shanghua was feeling tired, so she didn't refuse, she answered, and then lay down again, closed her eyes and rested.

When Mo Shanghua was asleep, Yan Beicheng quietly walked into the house again.

He looked at Mo Shanghua who was lying quietly on the bed, his heart moved, he raised his hand to gently wipe the sweat stains on her forehead and nose, his eyes were a little complicated and a little appreciative.

From the moment the wound was treated, there was no cry of pain. If it were someone else, he would have passed out several times without knowing the pain.

This woman is really terrifyingly strong.

At this moment, a small piece of the city wall in his heart quietly collapsed, but he didn't notice it at all.

...

Before dawn on the second day, Yan Beicheng silently sent Moshanghua back as promised.

Mo Shanghua sat on the pear wood carved soft couch in her dormitory, her eyes were dazed and slightly lost in thought.

From what the man in the cloak said to her, she could hear that he seemed to be very clear about her identity and what happened around her, so what is the identity of this person?

Being able to monitor her whereabouts so clearly, he must have certain rights here, and his figure is very similar to that of King Yu.

But could it really be that King Yu?

She remembered that when the man in the cloak was fighting with the master of the Medicine Pavilion, a scar on his arm seemed to be exposed...