Is she going to die at the hands of a bird?

Yuan Changhuan thought that he would at least lack an arm and a broken leg, but he didn't expect it......

The waist is light, and the feet hit the ground first.

Without waiting for her to react, because of the impact of landing, her legs weakly hugged the 'pillar' in front of her.

There was a man's laughter in his ears, "It's always so enthusiastic to give me a hug, which really makes this son unbearable." ”

said that he couldn't bear it, but this dishonest big hand calmly wrapped around Yuan Changhuan's slender waist.

For some reason, hearing the voice of thanks this time, Yuan Changhuan did not resist the vigilance as before, but breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good that you're here, fortunately you're here." ”

opened his wet peach blossom eyes, "The emperor wants to exile my brother, you will save him, right?" ”

"This is for you, I have the sincerity to coax you."

Yuan Changhuan's eyes were red, tears filled his eyes, and his long eyelashes were wet.

Maybe it's because of Yuan Changhuan, or because Fang Cai was frightened.

The words of thanks caught her eye, but they fell on the palms of her broken hands.

took away the sachet that was stained in her palm, Qingjun's eyebrows frowned, "Climb the wall and grind?" ”

The originally clear and dusty voice immediately seemed to be infected with a ghostly yin.

Yuan Changhuan was held by his cold big hand, his eyes touched his dark eyes, and his eyes were like falling tears, and they suddenly smashed into the tiger's mouth of thanks.

Slightly blanched.

"Crying for what? I'm embarrassed to cry when I hurt my hand. Xie Ci was afraid that his grip would hurt her wound, so he pinched her wrist and pulled her to the room, and ordered in a cold voice, "Listen to Zhuo, take the medicine box!" ”

"Yes."

Looking at the sachet that was casually put on the couch by Xie Ci, Yuan Changhuan said aggrievedly, "If you don't like it, give it back to me!" ”

She embroidered it after all ten of her fingers were punctured, this man is not a good thing!

Xie Ci looked at her full of grievances, and pursed her thin lips slightly, "Who said I don't like it?" Besides, do you care so much about whether I like it or not? ”

I was disturbed by the sudden words of thanks.

After being silent for a while, Yuan Changhuan replied, "Of course I care, if you don't like it, doesn't it mean that I didn't coax you, what if I don't save my brother like this?" ”

That's right, it must be.

She only cared because she was afraid that she would not save her brother.

Yuan Changhuan's long eyelashes drooped, and crystal tears were still hanging on them.

Xie Ci raised his hand and wanted to brush it off for her, but Yuan Changhuan realized the intimacy between them and hid back.

The long eyelashes were raised slightly, and the peach blossom eyes looked at him expectantly, "Thank you, if you like it, did you promise to save my brother?" ”

Letting her avoid her own touch, the tone of his thanks was slow, "Let me think about it." ”

Yuan Chang was anxious to hit someone.

Xie Ci Bisheng was calm and calm, and personally cleaned Yuan Changhuan's hands, with gentle movements.

Look at the intertwined fingers in the basin of water.

One is slender and white, with shaved fingers like onions, and the other is slender and powerful, with distinct bone joints.

It was a perfect fit.

Yuan Changhuan lowered his eyes, his eyes flickering uneasily, as if something was about to get out of control.

Xie Ci found the faint pinholes on her fingertips after washing her jade hands.

The face that had been tense when he touched her fingers suddenly turned cold.

"If you don't know how to embroider, why do you need to make sachets?"

"You hate me!" Yuan Changhuan's first reaction was to thank her for disliking her embroidery, "Since you dislike it, give it back to me." ”

Xie Ci applied her a precious ointment, and replied lightly, "I don't like it, but it's also a gift from the future lady, so I can wear it casually for the time being." ”

"I've done too roughly, I've wronged you."

After taking the medicine, he thanked him for cleaning his hands slowly, and then picked up the sachet on the couch and looked at it, "It's really rough, don't do it in the future, lest I take it out and let my colleagues laugh at it." ”