The system jumped to me

Chapter 477: Longing for Xiang Liu

"Why are you like this? Where's your left ear? Why are there so many people outside? And your hair is bald. Where are the herbs you used to grow? What happened?"

Yingliu walked over, lifted the hem of Xiaoyao's skirt, sat on the bamboo couch, and her gentle spiritual power overflowed, instantly healing the wounds on Xiaoyao's lips and palms.

"You're here." The voice was hoarse and slow, as if he hadn't drunk water or spoken for a long time.

"Well, Xuan sent me a letter. I drank last night and slept until noon. I didn't even have time to change my clothes. Xiaoyao, what's wrong with you? I'm worried about you."

There was a smell of alcohol on Xiaoyao's wounds, and the shape of the wounds seemed to be cut by a very blunt weapon, perhaps a broken wine glass. Xuanxuan's letter was written in a hurry, the handwriting was sloppy, and there was a slight smell of alcohol. The two must have had an argument. Yingliu had a vague guess in her heart that such a big scene might be Jing's fault.

Xiao Yaomu sat there in a daze, her heart was numb with pain. She didn't know where to start. Her eyes were so dry that she couldn't even shed the tears of sadness and pain.

Yingliu watched Xiaoyao struggling helplessly and in pain, and made a decision for her.

"If you can't say it, then don't say it. Just take a nap and we'll talk when you wake up. Come, have a drink of water."

Yingliu called for a teacup from the side, fed Xiaoyao half a cup of it to soothe her throat, and then helped her lie down.

Xiaoyao let Yingliu manipulate her, still thinking about her past with Jing.

After covering herself with the quilt, Yingliu was about to get off the bed, but Xiaoyao grabbed her wrist.

Finally, the two of them lay together, the plum wine and mulberry wine mixed together, sour and sweet, intoxicating to the smell.

Yingliu had been running all the way and was already tired due to a hangover. As soon as she lay down, she fell asleep in a short while!

Xiao Yao drank the water and her stomach felt much better. Knowing that her best friend was by her side, she gradually calmed down. However, due to the fact that she had overdrawn her physical and spiritual energy while chasing after Xuan, she felt tired and her eyelids gradually closed.

Outside the window

"Your Majesty, His Majesty wants to see the young lady."

The old King Xiyan was furious again, and he said angrily

"Tell Xuan that he is the king of the whole world. He has failed in his duty because of his selfishness. I will never allow him to make the same mistake again."

Xiaoxiao bent her waist even deeper, resisting the majesty of this emperor who once looked down upon the world, and said

"Your Majesty, His Majesty said: I know I was wrong, I just want to see Xiaoyao, I will never let her find out, please help me, Grandpa. I will definitely protect Your Majesty, please help me, Your Majesty."

The old King Xiyan was silent for a long time, and reluctantly agreed, but his face looked older and his body was not as straight as before.

Maybe he is really old and can't take care of it anymore.

After listening to Xiaoxiao's report, Xuanxuan went to Xiaoyueding eagerly.

"Miao Pu, how is Xiaoyao?"

"Your Majesty, after Miss Yingliu went in, they both fell asleep not long after."

Xuanxuan felt relieved and confessed

"Go down and don't let anyone disturb you"

He also shooed away Xiaoxiao who wanted to follow in.

I gently pushed the door open, and before I saw anyone, I smelled the sweet and sour smell of wine. I walked over with anticipation and curiosity.

The quilt was lifted up, and Xiaoyao was seen sleeping soundly, with messy hair, dried tear marks in the corners of her eyes, and her brows were furrowed, which made Xuanxuan's heart ache.

One arm was covering Xiaoyao's neck, and his head was buried in the quilt and could not be seen. His hair was messy like a bird's nest. Judging from the shape of the quilt, it seemed like half of his body was pressing on Xiaoyao, which was really untidy.

Xuan sat down gently on the bed and carefully used his fingers to help Xiaoyao take the hair off her face. Suddenly he realized that most of the hair was not Xiaoyao's, so he moved faster.

Looking at Xiaoyao's sleeping face, Xuanxuan thought of what happened yesterday and felt a dull pain in his heart. The wound on his shoulder where Xiaoyao had stabbed him burst and bled. He thought painfully, was it really his fault?