Ye Yiheng's handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, and he unconsciously took a step back.

Li Yuyan took a step forward.

She had no idea what was going on in Ye Yiheng's mind, and she always felt that he was a little strange at the moment.

The blind man was vicious and cruel when he was criticizing her madly, but now he seemed to be afraid of what she would do.

She just wanted to sew up the tear at the corner of his robe. Song Guo and Ruofeng had injured their hands, and Mo Chen also had a wound on his arm. She could leave the task of undressing the blind prince to her.

"Your Highness, I'm sorry." She reached out and pulled the leather belt around his waist.

Seeing the white and tender hands stretching to his waist, the tips of Ye Yiheng's ears turned red, her whole body tensed up, her back became extremely stiff, her Adam's apple rolled slightly, and she asked in a hoarse voice: "What are you doing?"

Li Yuyan's hand stopped, and he suddenly realized that he couldn't see that the robe was torn, so he explained: "Your Highness's clothes have a tear, and I want to help him sew it up. It's just a small thing, and it can't compare to the kindness of your Highness in protecting me last night."

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He protected her, and she helped him sew up the breach. Although the two were not equal, she didn't want to owe him too much.

Hearing this, Ye Yiheng's fingers behind his back moved slightly.

So that's it, where was he thinking just now?

The corners of his lips curved in a self-deprecating manner, and he said coldly: "It doesn't matter, if the clothes are torn, they will be torn."

"Your Highness must have brought a lot of clothes with him when he went out, but there are always limits. It is better to sew his clothes and still wear them than to throw them away."

Ye Yiheng: "Can you sew clothes?"

Li Yuyan was confused. In his impression, did he seem like someone who couldn't sew clothes?

I think her hand with a scalpel is very stable, so sewing clothes is easy.

"Your Highness may have forgotten that my silver needles are good at pricking, and this embroidery needle is about the same."

"That's right." He chuckled and immediately took off his robe.

Li Yuyan took it and went behind the firewood pile where she and Miaozhu rested last night.

Ye Yiheng sighed quietly and walked slowly to sit on a stone not far from Li Yuyan.

Li Yuyan, who had already threaded her needlework, saw him sitting down and said softly: "The only skeins of thread in the sewing bag I carry with me are blue and white. How about I embroider bamboo leaves on the corners of His Highness's robe?"

If she had the same moon-white thread as his robe, the opening would have been sewn so that no trace would be visible. Now she can only block it with a few bamboo leaves embroidered in blue.

"Listen to you."

Looking at the girl opposite her as she moved her needle, it actually gave him a feeling of peace and tranquility.

In ordinary families, if the husband's clothes are torn, the wife sews them, right?

Thinking of this, the cold lines on Ye Yiheng's face became much softer.

When his clothes were torn since he was little, he would just throw them away.

It has never been like this. When the clothes are torn, they need to be sewn together.

This is the first time in life!

All the clothes he wore were made by the Clothing Bureau. Apart from that, no one else made new clothes for him. Not to mention that when the clothes were torn, someone took the initiative to sew them up.

In an instant, there was warmth in my heart. Along with it, my cold heart seemed to be warming up as well.

After originally planning to send her safely to Li Yuye, his idea of ​​leaving began to waver.

Such a woman, he really wants to keep her tied to his side at all times!

At some point, four people stood behind Ye Yiheng.

The four people lined up in a row, all quietly watching Li Yuyan embroidering bamboo leaves.

Her hands were very fast, and in a daze, she embroidered several delicate and vivid bamboo leaves.

Li Yuyan picked up the robe, took a look at it, nodded with satisfaction, and when she handed the robe to Ye Yiheng, she realized that the four people standing were staring at her.

"Why do you look at me like that?"

Song Guo said sadly: "Miss Yuyan has suffered so much since she was a child, so she is so good at needlework."

Many girls from wealthy families are good at working, but they are not as skilled as she is.

He even heard that many women would take up embroidery work to support their families, and Miss Yuyan in front of him must have done so.

Li Yuyan smiled and shook her head. Her excellent embroidery skills were not practiced in this era. As for how to master them, it was not easy to explain to them.

Compared with Song Guo's words, which were more considerate, the words spoken by the other two men were different.

Mo Chen said shamelessly: "Miss Yuyan, my sleeve is also torn. Please sew it up. You don't need so many bamboo leaves, just a few less."

Ruofeng hurriedly pulled at his clothes: "My clothes have more openings, and each opening can be made with a bamboo leaf."

Ye Yiheng's face suddenly turned cold.

When Mo Chen and Ruofeng saw this, they took a few steps back to avoid being hurt by the cold suffocation surrounding their highnesses.

Miaozhu chuckled: "I can sew too. You two take off your clothes and I will sew."

The two obediently took off their outer robes.

Miaozhu took it, sat where Li Yuyan was sitting just now, and began to sew carefully.

By the time Miaozhu was finished sewing, their luggage was almost packed and ready to set off at any time.

Mo Chen and Ruofeng came to get their respective robes excitedly, thinking that Miss Yuyan's embroidery was exquisite, so her maidservant must be good.

When they received the clothes, the expressions on their faces changed wonderfully.

Miaozhu's embroidery skills are actually not bad, but the problem is that she embroiders them with dogtail grass.

There was a pile of dogtail grass on Mo Chen's sleeves, and all the tears in Ruofeng's robe were covered with dogtail grass.

Mo Chen frowned and looked at his clothes with disgust: "Miao Zhu, you did it on purpose!"

Ruofeng looked at Mo Chen, then at his own, and sighed: "It's okay for you, I'm covered in grass."

Miaozhu smiled and said, "It's hard to embroider dogtail grass. Are you not satisfied?"

What could the two of them say, at least all the holes were sewn up.

Li Yuyan covered her lips and smiled: "It's quite a skill to embroider that layer of fur to make it feel."

"I think Miaozhu's embroidery is very wonderful!" Song Guo laughed, "This texture suits them both so well!"

Even Ye Yiheng couldn't help but chuckle.

Not long after, the group set off.

Passing a hilltop, something suddenly rolled down on the road.

Li Yuyan hurriedly reined in the horse and raised its hoofs high. The "thing" seemed to be alive, rolling on the ground under the horse's hoofs and staggering up from the ground.

Only then did she see that the person rolling down was a person.

Mo Chen quickly shouted: "Hey, don't you have eyes?"

The man gestured with his hands, and after a long while he said: "Save me!"

The two words were said awkwardly.

His voice sounded young, like that of a teenager whose voice was changing.

Li Yuyan got off his horse and asked the other party: "Is someone harming you?"

The man glanced towards the grass in panic and nodded.

They met bandits last night, and when they saw the young man covered in bruises, Li Yuyan thought for a moment and said, "You can leave here with us."

The young man was very grateful and immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

Li Yuyan took out a piece of dry food from his bag and gave it to him, while looking sharply at the grass just now.

The grass moved slightly, showing that there were indeed people.

Ye Yiheng suddenly said: "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time."

The group of people left without stopping.

Not long after, the grass shook violently, and the people behind him fled into the mountains as if for their lives.

"Report——"

"The big boss, the little one has seen a ghost!"

Sitting on a tiger-skin chair in the cottage was a man with a cold frown and a terrifying scar on his face.

He shouted coldly: "What nonsense are you talking about in broad daylight?"

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