MTL - The World of the Pirate Consort-Chapter 147

"I'll apply the medicine for you," he said lowly, with warmth flowing like spring water in his eyes.

He gazed at the porcelain bottle with his eyes tightly, and there seemed to be a similar scene in his memory.

过 "Come here, I'll give you some medicine."

At that time, in Chunshui Tower, he clung to a porcelain bottle and applied medicine to her. His actions were gentle and gentle, which made her deeply intoxicated for him. At that moment, she thought he was the beloved of her life. However, the dream was too short, too short to be intoxicated, and awakened from the dream.

Today, he is going to apply her medicine. Who knows, after such gentleness, what kind of deception and injury will come next?

Such a gift, don't bother!

He raised his eyes and smiled at the smokeless night, his smile was sweet but alienated.

"No!" She said lowly, although her voice was light, but her two words were like cut gold and jade, with an unstoppable tone.

Yan Ye's smokeless heart shuddered, he smiled bitterly, and Xuan Mei raised his peak, but at the end of the eyebrow, there was an inexplicable depression. Ye Feng, perforated through the cracks of the window, making him feel a little cold.

"Sir, I'll apply the medicine for you first, and I'll talk to you for a while." He whispered a little, took a step forward, lifted his fingers to the ointment, and wiped the wound on his shoulder. The sleeves flew through the air, blowing a cool wind.

Seirul secretly transported 30% of the internal force, and stretched his arm to block. Ye Wuyan thought that Seirir was going to block his hand to apply medicine, and his arm turned, avoiding. Unexpectedly, Chur reached out to hit his hand holding the medicine bottle.

Ye Wuyan never expected that Seser would hit his hand and used internal force. The two were very close to each other. One was unprepared. The medicine bottle in his hand struck out an arc and flew out of his hand. On the ground, a clear and screaming voice came. It was celadon that collided with the ground. The porcelain bottle shattered, the ointment leaked out, and the air was full of the light and distant medicine fragrance.

There was no smoke at night, and Feng's eyes were frozen. He looked at the porcelain bottle broken on the ground, and an empty sourness rose from the bottom of his heart. He lifted his eyes and looked at the clear and stern face, saying, "Sir, we really Can't you go back in time? "

"Can you restore this porcelain bottle to its original state?" Secretly stepped back and sat on the Xiangfei bamboo chair behind him, leaning lazily there, squinting and smiling.

Yan Ye closed his eyes smokelessly and looked at the porcelain bottle that had been broken to pieces on the ground. He leaned down and pulled out the Jinpa from his sleeve to pick up the fragments of the porcelain bottle. One piece after another, as if picking up the world's most precious treasures. If the porcelain bottle is glued, they can return to the past, and at all costs, he will repair it.

She looked at him picking up the fragments of the porcelain bottle with a gentle and focused expression, her heart could not help shaking. She closed her eyes and opened them again, with a flash of determination in her eyes. She got up, her teeth bit her lower lip, stretched her feet, and stepped on the last piece of porcelain.

"Smokeless at night, useless. Heart, missing a corner, can't make up anymore." She gently swiveled her heels and lifted her feet again, the porcelain bottle had been turned into powder. The night breeze blew from the window, and the powder was lifted by the wind and instantly turned into nothing.

"Sir ..." Ye Wuyan stood up, staring at Sir quietly, his eyes growing sorrowful.

"My past and you are either your side concubines in the King's Palace, or your nameless bed-warmer in the Chunshui Tower. For me, it is an unbearable past, and it is not worth remembering. "Crimson laughed, cold voice in cold voice.

He also said that he wants to go back to the past, but what kind of past did he give her, happiness is so short, but the damage is so long, one after another, one after another, making her suffer physically and mentally. That kind of past, she didn't want to go back, she didn't even think about it. That heartbreaking pain, she didn't want to try it again in this life.

Yan Ye heard the smoke without a word, shaking his body, he stroked his chest, panting impatiently. In those days she was with him, what he gave her, in addition to hurt, was hurt. She would not forgive herself, because even he could not forgive himself.

But, their past, as she said, can not bear to look back?

No, the tacit understanding, the harmony of the piano and flute ensemble, the romance of the palm dance, the gentleness of the lingering enthusiasm have long been deeply engraved in his heart.

"Sir, no matter what, you must apply medicine, otherwise, the wound will be scarred." Ye Wuyan said lowly.

"Scarring?" Seser said with a low smile, as if Ye Wuyan was telling a joke, "No smoke at night, would I still be afraid of scars?"

Yan Ye heard the smoke without smoke, Feng Feng's eyes congealed, and a touch of pain rose from the eyes, gradually from shallow to deep.

伸 He suddenly reached out and grabbed his shoulders as quickly as thunder. The cool breeze struck, and the azure blouse on Selse had been peeled off in his hands.

There was only a pure white undershirt left on his body.

"No smoke at night, what do you do?" Seirin's heart was annoyed, his palms were like wind, and he went towards No Smoke at night.

Yan Ye put out his right palm without smoke to stop the attack by Seul, and with his left hand, he had already clicked on the acupoint on Seul's shoulder. Surprisingly, the smoke-free left hand also used such agility. When the body was crooked, he fell into his arms. She naturally didn't know that Ye Wuyan's right palm had been broken. In the meantime, he had already trained his left-hand swordsmanship, and his left hand was no less flexible than his right hand.

Yan Ye hugged Seshou in his arms smokelessly the next night, and his heart beating wildly. Four years later, he finally embraced her again.

我 Is Jiang Jiangsi still afraid of leaving scars?

将 He laid him on the bed, stretched out his hand, shivered and opened the shirt on her back.

The candlelight flickered, illuminating the white skin on her back, and clearly illuminated the scars, red ugly scars winding on her back.

Secretly lying on the bed, ears, panting from the smokeless night shock. He was surprised, it was all thanks to him. That day, she fell off the cliff, and she inevitably brushed the sharp edges of the rocks and the branches of the trees in the cracks. When he fell under the cliff, his body was already full of scars.

Yan Ye's smokeless pupils quickly contracted, Feng's eyes widened, and water mist gradually poured into his eyes. His big palm, scratching along the scar on Seul's back, his thumb rubbed the wound that was already crusted very gently.

This large and small scar, this deep and shallow scar, together, seems to be accusing him of the crime of the day.

Her body was like a ragdoll that had been patched up. It looked so horrible, so distressing, that he almost choked.

Yan Ye Wuyan thought of the scar on the ink stained wrist, which was really nothing compared with the sorrow.

He couldn't imagine how much pain she suffered after she fell from the cliff that year, she survived.

He lay on the bed, he could not see the smokeless expression at night, but he could feel his touch. His palm swept across her back, soft and soothing, as if full of affection. And she just felt ashamed.

All these were given to her by him, as well as the chill on the child.

A drop of heat fell on Selby's back, one drop after another, falling faster and faster, onto her back, and infiltrating her skin. Sutheringly, he felt as if he had been burned to the ground by a soldering iron, and felt a kind of burning pain from the skin, burning all the way to the bottom of his heart.

The room was quiet, and the curtain was raised by the wind, dancing wildly, just like her heart at the moment, a bit confusing.

Hot lips fell on her back, kissed the scars on her back gently, the warmth of the lips and the burning of tears attacked her skin alternately.

He knew that he had hurt her so deeply that he had no right to ask her for forgiveness.

There was a fierce knock on the door, accompanied by Su An's anxious shout: "Master, go and see the son."

He trembled, Cheer's cold poison has been taking antidote for ten days. It stands to reason that cold poison will no longer be issued. What the **** is going on?

Yan Ye heard the words smoke-free, stretched his fingers to unlock the acupuncture points, stretched out his hand, and the candle extinguished with a slight "snoring" sound. The moment before it was extinguished, and where the flames reached, Secretly glanced at the stillness in the night smokeless eyes and the wetness in the corners of the eyes.

I was next door, indoors, and Yun Qing was sitting beside the bed madly, looking at Cheer with anxiety.

Xi Fangcai Cheer was okay, and he talked with him for a long time, but he did not expect that cold poison suddenly occurred, and the attack was extremely violent.

"Cheer, it hurts so much, just cry, you are so sad, your mother!" Secretly said, he hugged Cheer.

"What's the matter?" Ye Wuyan asked coldly, "Did you not develop an antidote for cold poison?"

His eyes touched the crouched body of Che Er on the bed, and his chest seemed to be hit by a sap immediately.

The exquisite little man was trembling violently on the bed, his face was blue, his eyebrows were tangled tightly, and his lips were pale and pale. But he didn't even hum, his little hand clutched the quilt on the couch, and his teeth had broken his lower lip.

He has seen the attack of Yiliang chill, maybe because Yiliang's chill is not as serious as Cheer, or maybe Yiliang is not his flesh. In short, his heart has never been so painful.

He picked up Yun's frivolous placket and said coldly, "What's going on, tell me!"

Yun Qingkang saw the anger and pain in the night without smoke, his heart was shocked, and Shen Sheng said, "It was caused by the last injury, and I had another day of antidote yesterday. Therefore, this attack was relatively rapid, I The pulse has just been diagnosed, and the cold poison must be dispelled at this time. All five antidote are taken. The subordinates have insufficient skills, so they dare not act arrogantly, I'm afraid ... "

I did n’t wait for Yun Qingyan to finish talking, and Ye Wuyan shoved away Yun Qingyan with a cold voice: “That ’s not the time to take medicine.”