With the sound of "card", the glass in his hand suddenly broke.

Unconsciously, he even cracked the wine cup, and the sharp porcelain pieces went deep into his palm, and the red blood flowed down his smooth and slender fingers.

Does it hurt? No pain!

Compared with the great fear in his heart, he felt no pain at all.

"Shaoyang, what's the matter with you?"

Although he noticed that the wine was still crushed by the wine of Tingxuan.

"It's nothing. The glass is so weak that I didn't use any force to break it."

Chu Shaoyang spread out his palm and extended to Shen Ning with a smile: "Ning'er, can you wrap it for me?"

He had a smile on his face, but it didn't reach his eyes.

Not long ago, his hands also shed blood, Shen Biyun immediately found that she was more nervous and heartache than her own injury.

But what about her?

Until he spread the injured and bleeding palm in front of her, she raised her eyes, looked at his bleeding hand, his face was still so indifferent.

How, see him hurt, he bleed, she didn't feel sad?

Chu Shaoyang was staring at her.

"I'll clean your wound with wine. It may hurt a little."

Shen Ning's face was as usual, and her long eyelashes moved gently like a fan, covering her eyes closely, so that he could not understand her mind.

She first picked out the pieces of porcelain from his palm with a gentle movement, then dipped her handkerchief in wine to wipe off the blood stains near the wound.

The wine inevitably entered the wound, bringing a burst of hot tingling.

Chu Shaoyang's heart was filled with a burst of sweet, her careful action, focused eyes, let him feel speechless sweet.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help laughing.

The eldest princess looked in her eyes and murmured in her heart: the boy's wound is so long and deep, and then wipe it with wine, how painful it must be! But he can still laugh?

Is it stupid?

She followed his gaze, and saw his eyes staring at Shen Ning's face. Rao, no matter how slow she was, reflected why Chu Shaoyang was laughing.

"Well, I wish they could be together with Meimei just like us."

She turned her head and looked at ye Tingxuan. She sincerely uttered a sigh and drank a glass.

Shen Ning's bandaging fingers trembled slightly, and then tied a knot on her veil as if nothing had happened. She said, "well, now there will be no more bleeding. If you drink less and eat less spicy things, the wound will soon heal."

Chu Shaoyang's palms turned, holding her hand, which she had no time to draw back, and held it tightly.

"Ning'er, you still care about me, don't you?" There was enthusiasm and expectation in his eyes.

"Chu Shaoyang, you let go, in public, you don't pull."

Shen Ning pulls back, but he holds on tightly. He doesn't care that the wound that has just been wrapped is bursting. The blood has dyed the handkerchief and her hand red.

"You are my princess. I just shake your hand. Even if the emperor saw it, he would not say anything."

Don't know why, Shen Ning felt that when he said the word "emperor", his tone was a bit heavy.

She allowed him to hold his hand quietly and looked up at him. His heart was thumping with her clear eyes.

"Ning'er, I'm not a fool. I'm smarter than you think. If I don't say something, it doesn't mean that I don't know."

Chu Shaoyang lowered his eyes, and his lips laughed as if he had not: "the black guard around you seems to be missing?"

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