Ling Qingyu took the letter, which contained only a few words, saying: brother Fang, the Lin family\'s fleet will sail in five days, and there must be no one left on the Fengshen. Signing is a word of thanks.

Ling Qingyu clenched her hand unconsciously, kneaded the letter paper into a ball, and took a long breath. Ling Qingyu slowly said, "it\'s the gang who attacked my father and brother... It\'s really not ordinary people."

"This is the badge of the Xie family, but we have never had a grudge with the Xie family. Why did the Xie family fight against the master?" Zheng Xi puzzled.

"Yes," Ling Qingyu turned around, looked at the Aeolus docked on the dock below, and whispered, "it doesn\'t matter. One day, he will know the reason."

"In charge of the family," Shi Fang came out of the house with a bitter face and said, "you help, then Yang Zhao refused to take medicine. If this continues, you can\'t blame my poor medical skills anymore. No matter how good a doctor is, he must ask the patient to cooperate."

Smoothed the letter paper, put it into the purse, took the medicine and dressing cloth from the stone hand that was still talking, and Ling Qingyu walked to the house.

The main house is actually a large courtyard, with more than a dozen rooms. Depending on the severity of the injury, starting from the room with the best sunshine, here live the wounded of this war. Yang Zhao naturally lived in the first room.

"I said, I\'ll do it myself." Hearing the door ring, Yang Zhao said impatiently.

"Do it yourself? Can you put medicine on your back?" Ling Qingyu closed the door behind him, pulled the curtain up at the same time, blocked all the visiting eyes outside, and then walked to the bed. Yang Zhao was crawling on the bed, with drugs on his naked back.

Yang Zhao was in a coma for three days and woke up. After waking up, Shi Fang would not give him medicine. Ling Qingyu came to the main house and was persuaded by Shi Fang. OK, Yang Zhao didn\'t speak when she was there. She thought he acquiesced, but as soon as she left, she was still like this.

Hearing Ling Qingyu\'s voice and the sound of closing the door, Yang Zhao\'s face turned red, but he buried his head in the pillow and stopped making a sound.

Ling Qingyu washed the clean cloth in warm water and gently wiped the drug residue and blood on his back. The wound on his back was not as much as that in front of him, and it was not deep. After Ling Qingyu applied the medicine, he did not tie a bandage, so that the wound naturally dried out. Then frown at the two red gauze stained with blood on the waist.

Ling Qingyu took a breath and told herself to calm down. These days, because there are too many injured people, Shi Fang is really busy. She also helped to change Yan San and Lu Yao\'s medicine. Now the two people have been tied into zongzi by her and left in the next room.

Gently spread the gauze, and a stream of blood rushed out. At the same time, Yang Zhao also snorted gently. Shi Fang said that the two swords had been specially treated. Not only did they have blood grooves, but also the ends of the swords had hooks and serrations. In order not to hurt Yang Zhao\'s kidneys, Shi Fang first cut the skin and flesh outside, and then took out the ends of the swords. Therefore, the wound in front of Ling Qingyu is now deep and wide, like a hole, emitting black blood from inside to outside.

auzw. Ling Qingyu wiped the blood, and the cotton cloth touched the wound, which made Yang Zhao\'s body tremble unconsciously. Ling Qingyu hurriedly sprinkled the powder in his hand on the ground, sprinkled a thick layer, covered it with gauze, and then tore open the gauze on the other side, and did the same. When the medicine was sprinkled, Ling Qingyu was already sweating, and when he saw that the blood no longer came out, he breathed a sigh of relief, stroked his waist with his fingers, and wanted to wipe off the excess powder, Seeing Yang Zhao\'s body suddenly tremble, Ling Qingyu quickly withdrew her hand, thought about it, and stretched out her hand to wipe it. As soon as her finger touched Yang Zhao\'s waist, Yang Zhao\'s body shook again. Ling Qingyu didn\'t feel depressed. Did my finger hurt so much? What about bandaging later?

"Be patient. It may hurt a lot, but you can\'t do without it." Ling Qingyu said softly, then picked up the bandage and began to wind it from the left. When he wanted to bypass his body, Yang Zhao also raised his waist in cooperation. But as soon as he raised his waist, the wound was a sharp pain, which made him groan.

Ling Qingyu smiled, took out his hand, pulled the bandage over and tied it, and then held Yang Zhao half sideways. Seeing the disappointment on Yang Zhao\'s exposed face that hadn\'t disappeared in time, he secretly said to himself: Ling Qingyu, if you start at this time, it\'s a beast, a beast. Then another little black man jumped out and said, "this is also his wish. Look at his desire and dissatisfaction. He was hurt to save you. How can you ignore his wish?".

”Tomorrow I\'ll ask someone else to give you medicine, "Ling Qingyu blushed.

Yang Zhao turned his head to one side, blushed and said, "I don\'t want others to give me medicine."

That\'s.. If others see this, don\'t they faint directly? Ling Qingyu\'s stomach Fei said, seeing that the wound in front of him had indeed been handled by himself, she unconsciously picked her eyebrows.

"I... usually don\'t... like this..." Yang Zhao\'s face reddened and his voice hummed like a mosquito. He didn\'t like others to touch his body, not because of this strange feeling, but because of the sequelae left on the way of migration and distribution. Along the way, even when building the seawall, people kept spying on his body. His skills were blocked and could not resist. It was his men who worked hard to save him from being infringed by others. When he was on the ship, he was unwilling to let his subordinates sacrifice any more. He had planned to let his subordinates escape as long as he could, He committed suicide and was saved by Ling Qingyu. But the feeling of shame made him feel uncomfortable once a man approached, not to mention such intimate contact.

"I know," Ling Qingyu\'s little devil has completely dominated her. With an obscene smile, Ling Qingyu approached him and said, "you are mine. In the future, no matter how badly you are injured, you can\'t want others to touch you, you know!"

Seeing that Yang Zhao actually nodded, Ling Qingyu suddenly felt that he was too evil, and hurriedly added, "not when he was in a coma."

Ling Qingyu escaped and left Yang Zhao\'s room. Of course, he didn\'t forget to close the door casually. Looking around, there was no one in the yard. Therefore, he felt that his face was feverish. Ling Qingyu passed through the yard of the main house like a dog chasing him, and entered the woods behind. After walking out for a long time, he stopped by a stream, threw a handful of cold water on his face, reduced the heat on his face, and his heart beat slowly slowed down, Lingqingyu\'s head finally sobered up.

"Although Yang Zhao was the adopted son of the Yang family, and his biological father Yang Yan was also famous for being brave and good at fighting, Yang Zhao went to the battlefield at the age of 14. Four years later, he was promoted to a Ranger general by himself. This man is more reliable than Lu Yao."

Ling Qingyu fiercely turned around and saw Yan San with scattered bandages hanging on his body leaning against the tree, eating a fruit. His face, which had been recovered, was red again. Pointing at him, he said, "you... You... You..."

"I don\'t know anything..." Yan San laughed.

"I won\'t talk about these things until I get revenge!" After lingqingyu\'s words burst out, his mood relaxed. Yes, the first priority now is to go back to revenge. I\'m afraid the death of my father and brother is not as simple as I thought. In fact, his future is very difficult. How can he really fall in love like a little girl.

"Well, you need to keep it for twoorthree years first. Maybe there is something better." Yan San jumped back and dodged the stone thrown by Ling Qingyu. Ouch ouch shouted, "aunt, I\'m also injured. Don\'t treat me differently." Three years later, I have no problem with who you marry at that time.