"Ahem!" The guard coughed loudly, but they seemed to turn a deaf ear.
The guard got angry and shouted: "How dare you! What's going on with you three? Do you have nothing to do? What are you doing here?"
The three girls fell silent immediately, their faces red with fear and their heads lowered.
"I haven't met Mrs. Zhao yet!"
One sentence frightened them even more. They bowed their heads even more fiercely and only dared to give a very low salute to Yueyue's shoes. The momentum they had just unscrupulously coveted other people's husbands was completely extinguished.
Gong Yueyue saw these three girls, who were only fourteen or fifteen years old. She thought that when she was a teenager, she would look at handsome boys more often, and even drool secretly, so she felt that they were excusable and had nothing to deserve.
What a fuss.
"Let's go." She said to the guards, walking past the three of them.
Zhao Changyuan was reading a book borrowed from Mr. Song in his room. While he was concentrating, he didn't hear anyone opening the door and coming in.
Suddenly, a sweet female voice sounded behind him: "My servant is here to help the general bathe and change his clothes."
He didn't even turn his head, and his voice was a little angry: "I don't need to be taken care of." His wife had never taken care of him before bathing and changing clothes, how dare this person act like this.
The female voice was still reluctant: "Then, I will wait for the general to go to bed." Listening to the voice, she seemed to have taken a few steps closer to him.
He got angry, tried his best to suppress his anger, and said: "Get out."
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, a small hand gently touched his shoulder from behind: "General, slave..."
Before he could speak, the little hand was clamped by his big, plier-like hands: "Get out."
"Ah! It hurts! Wuwuwu..." Gong Yueyue was so painful that she almost shed tears.
When Zhao Changyuan heard that it was his wife's cry, he quickly released the "pliers" and turned his head to meet his wife's flushed face. He was surprised and happy, and stood up suddenly, making a squeaking sound on the table:
"Madam! Why is it you!"
"Yes, yes! It's me, you greet me like this! Oooh, it hurts me so much, I'm leaving." She turned around and pretended to leave, but he hugged her from behind.
"I miss you so much. Are you here to see me?" He asked knowingly, but wanted to hear her say it herself.
"Huh, no, I'm here to see Mr. Song!" She coquettishly played tricks with him.
He turned her body around to face him, held up her wrist that had just been clamped by his big claws and looked at it again and again: "Madam, I'm sorry for hurting you again."
She was indeed in pain, but her heart was filled with sweetness. "Mr., how have you been these days?" Her other hand had unconsciously climbed up to his chest.
Her sudden move made his heartbeat surge instantly. Blood rushed from the soles of his feet to his face. His mind was so dizzy that he still knew how to answer her questions?
Seeing his stupidity, she felt even happier. But she didn't intend to spare him: "I thought you were suffering here, but it seems that your life is pretty good, and there are girls waiting outside the door.
Come on." After saying that, he tapped his chest hard with his finger.
"Have you? I don't know, I've never been out." He was telling the truth. These days, except for a few guards and Mr. Song, he had never seen anyone. Only once did a maid come in to bring tea.
, and he didn’t care.
She pretended to be angry, pouting and yelling at him: "You idiot! You don't know anything, and you're not afraid of people crawling into your bed in the middle of the night and tearing off your clothes!"
"Then you saw that I was injured and scared half to death, right?" He found her look of anger but not anger very interesting, and couldn't help but pinch her cheeks to amuse her.
Speaking of this, she suddenly remembered his injury: "By the way, how is your injury? Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore. But it's scabbed, which is a bit ugly." He answered honestly.
She felt a little distressed, frowned and said, "Let me see." After saying that, one hand had already reached into the lapel of his clothes, and to his surprise, she took off his clothes in twos and twos.
His physique was obviously thinner than half a month ago. His originally fair skin was covered with scabs. His chest was fine, with only two wounds on his ribs. There were large and small wounds on his back and arms.
Small, mottled, and shocking. The distress and shock in her eyes made him a little embarrassed, and he quickly comforted her and said: "It's okay, a real man. A few scars on your body are nothing. It's fine if you don't have any on your face."
."
She stretched out her hand and gently rubbed the dark red fragile skin of different lengths. She couldn't imagine how scared and painful he felt at that time, facing the bites of the wolves.
Suddenly, I thought of the way he walked with a limp, and asked with a trembling voice: "How is the injury on your leg?"
"The wound was a bit deep. It didn't heal so quickly, but it doesn't hurt anymore." In fact, it was because after he was injured, except for the few days when he lay at home on hunger strike, he was basically not idle. He still walked and danced.
The fight continued as usual, so the wound on his leg has not scabbed properly yet, or the scab has been peeled off by himself. In short, it is a tender red piece, looks extremely brittle, and has a terrifying shape like a poisonous snake.
At Gong Yueyue's insistence, Zhao Changyuan blushed, sat on the edge of the bed and showed the horrific wounds on his legs one by one. The tragic situation made Gong Yueyue wipe his tears in distress. The wounds were long and deep.
If not treated properly, it can easily become infected and eventually get out of hand.
Seeing her lying on his knees, with the distressed look on her face, although he felt it was sweet and beautiful, he still couldn't bear it. He reached out to hold her face and wiped away her tears. "My dear, don't cry, I'm so sorry.
It doesn’t hurt.”
"You idiot, you do all these stupid things! What kind of fight are you going to have with those beasts? You're a good person, and you end up like this!" She herself didn't expect that she would be heartbroken when she saw his scars again.
In this way, it's like it's all written on herself.
"I'm worried about you. So I didn't feel much pain at that time. Don't be sad." He touched her hair. It felt fluffy and had a faint fragrance of flowers. This lost beauty touched the hidden feeling in his heart.
A deep weakness. "Besides, flesh wounds are nothing to me. If my wife really cares about me, if I do something wrong in the future, just teach me a lesson and don't walk away again."
Speaking of this, Gong Yueyue felt even more uncomfortable. She knew that she had been cruel to him by leaving when he was dying, but she did not intend to give in easily. She raised her head and looked at him and said angrily.
: "You still said, it's not because of you... because you don't believe me! You still force me... I hate barbarians!"
When he said something that he had no power to refute, he immediately stayed on the spot. Is she still angry? Will she not want him again? Now she can't help herself and her future is uncertain. If she really wants to leave in a fit of anger, he
What to do?
She saw him dumbfounded and stood up to leave. Without thinking, he immediately rushed forward and hugged her from behind: "Don't go."
She bit her lip and asked coldly: "Why, do you still want to force yourself?" He let go of his hand as if he was electrocuted. (To be continued)