Chapter 11: He stared at her

girl, about sixteen years old, dressed in mourning clothes, being dragged by a middle-aged man with a roguish face."If it weren't for your whole face being covered in black birthmarks, looking even s...Although Nangong Ye had no feeling below his neck now, Qing Xuan's handling of the rotting skin was very light and composed.

This gave him a new thought: "Do you often treat injuries like this for others"

The poison that had been constantly rotting Nangong Ye's body has been completely removed, and with her special medicine, it is now slowly starting to scab over. According to normal people, her wounds would heal quickly under the effects of her special medicine, but the side effect is unbearable itching.

On this point, Nan Gong Ye has little to worry about.

She tended to her wounds while evasively responding, "Guess"

Nan Gong Ye looked at her with a faint smile.

He had never touched a woman before, yet now she handled him so delicately, without batting an eyelid. It was as if she had done this countless times.

Could she… have also met other men

He could no longer feel anything below his neck, yet at this moment he felt a tightness in his chest.

Could it be that she was telling the truth, and he'd be able to move from the neck down soon

Qingxuan didn't continue the topic from before. After taking care of the dirt and wounds below his neck, she washed her hands and began carefully treating the wounds on his face.

Her face suddenly loomed large before him.

Because the distance was too close, when she was applying medicine, she sprayed a fragrant mist onto his face.

She gently explained as she applied medicine: "You don't feel anything below your neck right now, but your face might still itch. You'll just have to bear with it for a few days."

When he woke up in the morning, he already felt a strange itch on his face. Now, Qingxuan's breath sprayed onto his face, and it didn't itch as much anymore, as if a cool breeze had blown over him.

Qingxuan whispered in his ear, "I heard before that you have a face that is beyond compare. It is said that even on the battlefield, you captured the heart of a princess from an enemy country at first sight. This princess pleaded with her father to initiate peace talks with Chen Guo just so she could marry you."

At this point, she hesitated, as if wanting to say something but holding back.

Because afterward, Nangong Ye suddenly became a traitor, colluding with the enemy country and plotting rebellion. What happened in between, no one knew. She only knew that Nangong Ye later became the eerie and unsettling person he is now.

Qingxuan let out a soft cough, breaking the deathly silence in the room. "After the scabs on your face fall off, your face will return to normal."

As Qing Xuan had anticipated, the moment her voice fell, Nangong Ye looked at her expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"What did you say Can my face really recover to how it was before"

She's quite skilled in cosmetic surgery. Even after Nangong Ye recovered, she didn't possess the legendary handsomeness. She could still fine-tune his features through subtle adjustments, elevating his beauty to a new level.

Qingxuan, with a confident smile, winked at him: "I guarantee I'm even more handsome than before."

As if remembering something, she suddenly panicked: "Oh right! Our breakfast is still outside. Don't let the birds eat it!"

Qingxuan finished speaking and hurriedly left the room. Watching her retreating figure, his gaze grew even deeper.

Two yellow sparrows chirped and pecked at steamed buns by the front door of the yard.

"Hurry up and get going!"

Qingxuan waved his hand and drove away the yellow oriole.

It seems these two yellow sparrows are quite picky eaters, they only eat the crust of the steamed buns.

Four steamed buns were pecked, leaving only the doughy core, but there was still a lot left.

She stared at the tray and pursed her lips. Next time, she'd have to have Chun Tao bring a lunch box instead.

Qingxuan pushed the tea tray back into the room, and as soon as she entered, the smell of mildew dissipated, replaced by a fragrant aroma of food.

The savory flavor of the pumpkin congee woke him up from his deathbed. He had an appetite again.

Nangong Ye subconsciously swallowed.

Since he became a half-dead man, bedridden, the maidservants knew he was abandoned and no longer feared him. They even brought him food from afar, using a bamboo tube through the room.

The maid stood outside the room, pouring the cooled rice congee into a bamboo tube. The other end of the tube was just placed by his mouth. If he didn't eat, the congee would flow down his cheek and onto the bed, sticking to his hair.

But now he didn't smell the unusual scent in his hair anymore, she must have cleaned it thoroughly.

Thinking of this, Nan Gong Ye couldn't help but feel a touch of emotion in his heart.

At the table, Qingxuan didn't expect to be hungry herself. Seeing that Nangong Ye was clearly hungry now, she decided to finish her own meal before feeding Nangong Ye.

She began to eat the food in three or two bites.

I have to say, this pumpkin meatball porridge tastes pretty good, better than Qingxuan imagined.

"Ahem!"

Seeing Qingxuan choked by the big white steamed bun, Nangong Ye frowned slightly: "Actually, you don't have to eat so quickly, I'm not hungry yet."

She hurriedly poured herself a glass of water. Because there was no hot water, she worried that cold water would hurt her stomach, so she held the cold water in her mouth until the temperature of the water rose with the warmth of her mouth before swallowing it.

She took a sip of water, and eased her tension, looking at him with a half-smile: “If you’re not hungry, why do you keep staring at me while I eat”a wild boar is no less than that of an adult tiger. 。Even Nan Gong Ye was injured while catching wild boars, how could a powerless woman like her make Nan Gong Ye catch such a ferocious beast effortl...