842 Injured (1)
At night, Shen Miao lit a lamp, wanting to pack up the books that Shen Qiu had sent over during the day. Shen Qiu knew that she liked to read. These days, knowing that she was about to get married, he asked someone to find many books. Some of these books recorded the major events of the previous dynasty, and some were romance books. Shen Miao planned to give the romantic books to Luo Tan and Feng Anning and keep those historical books to herself.
Just as she was tidying up, she suddenly heard movement outside the window. She was not used to being served at night, and usually, Jingzhe and Gu Yu would leave early. She looked up at the window, but there was no one there. After thinking for a moment, Shen Miao opened the door and walked to the courtyard to take a look.
She was not afraid of bad people. After all, there was still Cong Yang hiding in the dark. If someone like a burglar had barged in, Cong Yang would’ve already made a move. Unexpectedly, when she walked into the courtyard, she saw a person standing under the tree. She was stunned for a moment before taking two steps forward with a lantern. To her surprise, it was Xie Jingxing.
Xie Jingxing was not wearing his purple robe. Instead, he had changed into black clothes. When he was in purple, he was a noble young master. When he was in black, he looked cold and murderous. However, the lazy smile on his face didn’t change as he looked at Shen Miao and walked forward.
Shen Miao felt that something was wrong with Xie Jingxing, but she could not tell what was wrong. She stood beside Xie Jingxing and asked, “Why are you standing here?”
If it were in the past, Xie Jingxing would probably have entered her room uninvited and started drinking tea.
Xie Jingxing smiled. Before Shen Miao could speak, Xie Jingxing suddenly fell on her.
Shen Miao subconsciously supported him, but when she touched the wet patch on his back, she looked at her hand and saw her hand covered in blood under the dim light of the lantern. When Xie Jingxing fell on her, she smelled a strong smell of blood.
Shen Miao called out softly, “Cong Yang!”
No one replied. Cong Yang did not seem to be around.
Shen Miao was a little anxious. At such an urgent moment, Cong Yang was actually not around. She did not dare to alert anyone in the family. She half-dragged and half-carried Xie Jingxing back to her room and let him lie on her bed, wanting to call a doctor over.
Just as she was about to leave, Xie Jingxing said weakly, “Don’t call anyone.”
Shen Miao was stunned for a moment before squatting down beside him and asking, “What about your injuries?”
Xie Jingxing took out a medicine bottle-like thing from his pocket. Before Shen Miao could continue asking, he fainted again.
Shen Miao made a prompt decision. There was still some hot water in the room, which was for her to wash her hands at night. She brought the hot water over and found a clean handkerchief to wet it. After a moment of hesitation, she slowly unbuttoned Xie Jingxing’s clothes.
Under the light, the young man’s body was well-proportioned and slender. For some reason, Shen Miao felt her face burning. She tried her best to calm down.
Xie Jingxing’s clothes were stained with large patches of blood. The congealed blood stuck to his skin. Blown by the freezing wind outside, the blood-stained clothes almost glued to the flesh. As Shen Miao pulled the clothes off, Xie Jingxing would frown slightly, as if he felt uncomfortable in his coma.
Helpless, she could only find a pair of silver scissors and burn them before carefully cutting the clothes for him.
It was not that Shen Miao had never seen a man’s body before. For example, she had seen Fu Ming’s body many times. However, it was different from seeing Xie Jingxing’s body. In order to protect Xie Jingxing, she did not even call Jingzhe and Gu Yu. She was pulling off Xie Jingxing’s clothes alone, so she inevitably felt a little awkward.
