When Meng Xian pressed Biyun's body and pulled out the arrow quickly but gently, he quickly sprinkled the medicine on it. As for how much medicine he had to sprinkle even as Meng Xian said before, Ling Ziliang didn't know how much it was, so he could only sprinkle the amount he thought was not much or too much.

Biyun, who already had consciousness, became nervous when she felt her body being pressed down by a knife. However, no matter how nervous she was, she had no ability to control her heartbeat. She just like a coma, letting the knife fall on her body and cut her flesh. Perhaps it was numb to the pain, and she did not feel the pain that she imagined.

Until Meng Xian began to remove the rotten meat from Biyun. The rotten meat could not be left in the wound, otherwise the wound would not heal well. The rotten meat was brutal white. Ling Ziliang looked a little depressed. Is he going to give medicine again?

He wanted to ask Meng Xian, but saw Meng Xian's eyes staring at the wound without blinking, his hands were moving quickly, and the speed of removing rotten meat was like a cook cooking in the kitchen, as if in front of him was not a person at all, but a livestock that he could slaughter.

"Um... Um..." Biyun finally felt the pain now. Many beads of soybean-sized sweat were oozing out of her forehead, and rolling down along the corner of her forehead. Ling Ziliang was not so considerate to wipe the sweat for Biyun. What he noticed was the increasing amount of rotten meat on the ground, and Meng Xian's slender hands with clear bones actually touched such things. What kind of water will he use to wash his hands well later!

——Hey! Ling Ziliang, you can also be distracted at such a critical moment!

"Medicine." After Meng Xian's last knife, his originally pursed lips turned a little white, and he finally spit out a word.

"Ah? Oh, oh!" Ling Ziliang was distracted. After hearing Meng Xian's voice, he was stunned for a second. Then he trembled his hands and sprinkled the medicine on Biyun's wound. When his hands shook, he naturally sprinkled the medicine everywhere, and Meng Xian's hand, who had already been away, was sprinkled with a hand.

"Do you think my medicine doesn't cost?" Meng Xian's soft voice sounded, and his fingers also grabbed the white porcelain bottle in Ling Ziliang's hand. It was almost overwhelming, but it was still unable to say too many accusations to his beloved person.

"With the prince here, why are you worried about money!" Ling Ziliang didn't hear the implicit meaning of Meng Xian's words - of course, if he could hear it, wouldn't he be afraid!

"Go out and ask the imperial physician and palace maid to come and bandage her." Meng Xian reached out and soaked her hands in the copper basin on the side, carefully washed each finger, and washed it finely. The white onion-like fingers became more dazzling and bright in the ripples of the water.

Ling Ziliang picked up the white handkerchief beside him and threw it to him. He turned around several times before he walked out and asked someone to come in.

Meng Xian's eyes were shimmering. After washing them completely, he picked up the handkerchief that Ling Ziliang touched and wiped his hands dry. The handkerchief seemed to have Ling Ziliang's temperature remained, and a scattered color suddenly appeared on his face.

If the pink peony blooms, it is luxurious and beautiful, and it is beautiful.

Maybe...he can try again...Ziliang...he seems reluctant to give up...
Chapter completed!