Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife

Mu Yunyao obviously also realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly looked around. The stream here is warm, so there should be living herbs. She didn't go far, when she saw what she was looking for, she quickly pulled it out and cleaned it.

"Where is your injury?" Weeds were tall by the water, and when they reached Ning Junyue's shoulder, she could only smell blood, but she didn't know the extent of his injury.

Ning Junyue looked at her coldly, and it took a while before he said, "Chest."

Pushing aside the weeds, Mu Yunyao's heart skipped a beat. The silver clothes on his body had been dyed red, and a wound ran from the left shoulder down to the right rib.

Saying offended, Mu Yunyao gently and quickly took Ning Junyue's shirt off. Seeing the wound, she couldn't help but take a deep breath. The wound was deep and the blood was dark red to black. I am afraid that I will confess my life.

King Yue's status in the court was extremely embarrassing. He was the son of Empress Wei, and he should have a high status. However, Empress Wei was convicted of poisoning the prince. Although she was not deposed as empress, she was thrown into the cold palace. After giving birth to King Yue in the cold palace, she collapsed from the stool and died. King Yue was not liked by the emperor since he was a child. Before he was fourteen years old, he lived in the cold palace.

After the conferring ceremony was over, he was sent directly to the west of Guangdong, where he stayed for eight years. Everyone in the court understands that it is no different from being exiled if it is said to be a king. In her memory, King Yue should have returned from the border three years later, why did he appear in Yanshan now?

Thinking about it in my heart, the movement of my hands didn't stop at all. I had already used the cloth towel I carried with me to soak the blood to clean up the blood, but this wound...

"Use that... the dagger for me." Mu Yunyao said with some hesitation, she could feel King Yue's defense against her, and she was afraid that if something bad happened, he would kill her, "On the skin and flesh around your wound There is some dirt, and it looks like there is poison on it, if the flesh is not removed, even if the hemostatic drug is used, the effect will still not be good."

Ning Junyue handed over the dagger, but his cold eyes swept over her slender neck. The young girl in front of him was thin and soft, and he could grab that fair neck with one hand. It was easy to kill her.

Mu Yunyao felt a chill on her neck, as if being stared at by a ferocious beast, her heart beat faster. He took the dagger and carefully approached his chest: "Hold it, it will hurt."

Ning Junyue didn't care, his eyes swept across Mu Yunyao's face, and then fell on her neck again. Her face was bruised and purple from being slapped, and there were scars from being scratched by a blunt instrument. She could hardly see her original appearance, but her neck was extremely beautiful, as white and flawless as jade. She shivered delicately, and then a little blush rose on the back of her neck, which gave him the urge to reach out and rub it.

Ning Junyue didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end, but Mu Yunyao broke out in sweat. Seeing that the blood from the wound turned bright red, she quickly chewed up the herbs and applied it on him: "It's okay, you... "

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly felt a chill on her neck, and a cold hand was attached to her neck.

Ning Junyue narrowed his eyes slightly. The touch was as warm and smooth as warm jade, and the tentacle was fragrant. According to the thoughts in his heart, he moved his thumb lightly and brushed the blush on the side of her neck. .

Mu Yunyao's heart was beating wildly, and her body was as stiff as a stone: "I have saved your life, so you won't take revenge and kill me, right?"

A flash of interest flashed in his eyes, Ning Junyue tightened his hand slightly, and saw her eyes widen slightly, Qing Lingling's eyes were full of water, clearer than the streams in the mountains, just like when he was young The mandarin ducks and cats I have raised are equally fragile and vulnerable.

He withdrew his hand and saw a red rope around her neck. He tore off the rope and held it in his hand: "You can ask for a favor."

Mu Yunyao breathed a sigh of relief, and the killing intent on his body disappeared: "Then I'm leaving." After she finished speaking, seeing that King Yue didn't respond, she backed away cautiously, then picked up her back basket and ran away quickly, still holding her hand. Holding the dagger to help him deal with the wound.

The snake was not found, and this dagger was about to replace the snake to help her.

After running for a quarter of an hour and returning to the foot of the mountain, Mu Yunyao stopped and gasped for breath when she saw the people in the village. She put away her dagger, wiped off the sweat from her forehead, and walked into the village as if nothing had happened.

Now she cherishes her life and is afraid of death, because she has a mother to protect, has a big vengeance that has not been avenged, and has unfulfilled wishes. She wants to live a good life, better than anyone else.