Her Majesty the Queen

Chapter 119 Feng Lin's Tenderness

It was getting late, and it was getting dark in the woods.

The mottled tree shadows cast a mottled light and shadow, but the thermometer of that light and shadow began to drop.The temperature in the woods was already very low, at this moment even Feng Lin felt a bit of coolness.

There is a large open space where Fenglin settled Lu Yinfeng.

She stepped forward and squatted down beside Lu Yinfeng.There were several large or small rocks at hand, Feng Lin picked up two that were fairly flat.She put the herbs on the stone, picked up another piece, and beat it vigorously until all the herbs were crushed and turned into black dregs.She just stopped what she was doing.

His eyes flicked back and forth between Lu Yinfeng and the herbs.If she wants to apply medicine to Lu Yinfeng, then taking off his clothes is a necessary procedure.But as a man who has not yet left the cabinet, if his body is seen by others, then it is no different from a broken body. How can anyone be willing to marry him?

However, if you don't take off his clothes, how can you apply medicine to him? You can't just watch him die like this.

Feng Lin hesitated for a moment, but naturally chose to save him.

Lu Yinfeng's clothes were completely stained red with blood, and they were tightly stuck to the wound.

Gently, Feng Lin picked up the corset belt Lu Yinfeng tied around his waist.He picked up a corner of his shirt and slowly opened it outward.

No matter how light Feng Lin's movements were, when the torn clothes were connected with the flesh and blood turned out of the wound, Lu Yinfeng, who was in a coma, could not help but frown.

He didn't wake up, but from the deep frown on his brow, he knew that he was in pain now.

Feng Lin relaxed her movements again, her eyes were fixed on the wound on Lu Yinfeng's body.She used a very slow speed to separate the cloth from the wound bit by bit.

After a lot of effort, Feng Lin took off the clothes on Lu Yinfeng's right side.Although the light in the forest was very dark, Lu Yinfeng's flesh turned out, and the bloody wound was still exposed in front of Feng Lin.

Feng Lin found that besides the injury Lu Yinfeng suffered this time, there were other wounds on his body either from being whipped or cut.These wounds must have been so old that they could not be seen clearly anymore, they just left a series of faint white marks on Lu Yinfeng's snow-white skin.

There was no water here, so Feng Lin couldn't clean Lu Yinfeng's wound first.She first tore off a piece of cloth from the hem of her clothes, and wiped off the excess blood on Lu Yinfeng's wound.Feng Lin didn't give up until the wound revealed his true colors.

There were two staggered swords and guns running across Lu Yinfeng's chest.These two swords and guns spread from his shoulder blades to the bottom of his chest.These two wounds were very deep, the blood-red skin was turned outward, and the flesh and blood inside were clearly visible.

Feng Lin grabbed some herbs from the stone, and the jet-black juice slipped from between her fingers, just dripping on Lu Yinfeng's wound.

The wound was already burning hot, but it was irritated by the herbs.The pain made Lu Yinfeng tremble.His chest wrinkled deeper, and several inaudible groans and groans came out of his throat.

It hurts like this even in a coma, Feng Lin naturally knows the severity of it.But in order to stop Lu Yinfeng from bleeding, she had no choice.

Feng Lin brought the herbal medicine in her hand close to Lu Yinfeng's wound, she paused, and then quickly applied it on Lu Yinfeng's wound.

Maybe it was because the pain was too strong, Lu Yinfeng's whole body curled up like a boiled shrimp.His brows were twisted into the word "Chuan".A voice came faintly from his throat. "It hurts, it hurts."

Lu Yinfeng's voice was as low as a mosquito, and he couldn't hear it clearly unless he listened carefully.

But with Feng Lin's martial arts, these words were almost word for word passed to her ears.She didn't let go of her hand, the herbs in her palm were still tightly attached to Lu Yinfeng's wound.

Lu Yinfeng, who was once poisoned, endured the pain no matter how painful it was, and did not make a sound.If it weren't for now, he was in a coma, maybe he wouldn't call out even if he died of pain.

Lu Yinfeng trembled violently for a few times, and finally calmed down.But his voice didn't stop, he was still whispering softly.

Such a fragile Lu Yinfeng made Feng Lin's heart soften, she lowered her head, and whispered comfort in Lu Yinfeng's ear. "Be patient, it will be over soon."

Feng Lin didn't know whether Lu Yinfeng heard her voice, so she picked up another bunch of herbs and continued with her unfinished action.

I don't know if Feng Lin's consolation helped, or Lu Yinfeng was already numb to the pain.His body still trembled slightly when the herbs touched the wound, but compared to the first time, it seemed less unbearable.

The herbal medicine that was smashed into black was all applied on Lu Yinfeng's wound.Feng Lin tore another piece from his shirt, and bandaged Lu Yinfeng's wound.

After doing all this, Feng Lin was already sweating profusely from exhaustion.

Fortunately, these herbs worked very well, and Lu Yinfeng's blood soon stopped.

Until Lu Yinfeng was bandaged, his brows did not relax. It can be seen that he slept very restlessly.

After working for so long, Feng Lin was a little tired.She wiped her hands with a dirty cloth, and sat down casually on the ground, leaning her back on the trunk of a big tree, for a short rest.

As soon as Feng Lin sat down, her butt was still not warm.Suddenly, Lu Yinfeng's voice came over.He seemed to have had some terrible dream, his peaceful face became panicked, and he shouted over and over again: "Feng Lin, Feng Lin, be careful."

It is no surprise that Lu Yinfeng called himself Feng Lin by his name. What made Feng Lin most curious was what kind of dream it was that made Lu Yinfeng react so strongly.

Feng Lin moved closer to Lu Yinfeng.Trying to hear what he was saying.

Lu Yinfeng's voice was low and hoarse, it was really hard to hear clearly.When Feng Lin approached Lu Yinfeng, Lu Yinfeng stretched out his hand and grabbed her robe forcefully in his hand.

He was still going on, as if he had completely entered his own thoughts, unable to extricate himself.

Feng Lin covered the back of Lu Yinfeng's hand with his hands, his skin was very cool, and he felt a faint sense of comfort to the touch.Feng Lin leaned her back against the tree trunk, and used her other hand to brush away Lu Yinfeng's sweat-drenched hair. Her voice carried a calming charm. "Don't worry, I'm fine, you're fine, we're both alive."

The temperature of Feng Lin's palm was so warm that Lu Yinfeng couldn't help rubbing her palm with his forehead.He could feel that it was none other than Feng Lin who stayed by his side now.

A sad and helpless word overflowed from Lu Yinfeng's lips, making it difficult to tell whether it was a dream or a complaint against Feng Lin. "Will you be so gentle with me only when I'm hurt?"

(End of this chapter)