How could she not see that it was a sword wound? The sword has no eyes. Datong can be considered on the battlefield. He has experienced life and death for a while. He is a real man. He is no longer a scholar. This physique is not that of a scholar.
Comparable.
"It hurt a lot at first, but it doesn't hurt anymore when you touch it." Datong said.
"Glibly." Haitang patted him gently, "Let me rub your back."
"This is good...well, let's forget it. There are too many red lip marks on my back. I'm afraid you'll get jealous and bite me. What should I do?" Datong said jokingly.
Haitang didn't care about that. He turned over for Datong, and his eyes stopped moving for a moment...
There are indeed many marks, but they are not red lips, but swords, guns, swords and halberds...
The scars left will not heal.
What he experienced in that life-and-death battle, perhaps these scars are the best proof that this position of emperor is not obtained easily, it is earned by risking one's own life!
A scholar, a scholar, does he carry too much behind his smile?
A scholar grows into a general, and then into a king. These scars are the best evidence along the way!
"Thank you for your hard work." Haitang stroked the scars and felt deeply.
In her eyes, these are not ugly, but glorious. They are evidence of history and a man's growth. She has always felt that Datong is missing something. With this experience and experience, he has already
Build yourself into a perfect man.
"Tell me more specifically, what happened back then?" Haitang pulled Datong and held on.
"It's nothing more than a man's history of blood and tears. You'd better not know it. I'm afraid you'll feel distressed after hearing it. I actually don't dare to think about it even now. It's just a matter of getting over the hard days. It's just that the process is quite difficult.
, I don’t know how painful it is to give birth, but the process is quite painful, not level 10, but level 9 and level 8.” Datong said.
"Forget it if you don't tell me. Originally, I wanted to feel sorry for you, but I don't need to this time." Haitang didn't force him.
"Then are you willing to be my concubine now?" Datong casually took out a bouquet of flowers and half-knelt in front of Haitang.
"You are not afraid that the ministers will see you. Then your king's face will not be saved." Haitang said with a smile.
"First, the minister will not come to the king's room without permission. Second, even if an emergency breaks in, what he sees is that the hero is sad and the beauty is in a state of distress. I prostrate myself under the white beauty's pomegranate skirt. They don't have to worry.
Yunqi Kingdom will have no heir in the future, so it should be rejoicing, dancing, and even celebrating grandly." Datong said.
"You..." Haitang smiled helplessly.
Datong's temperament has changed, as if he has become a different person, with a kingly demeanor. He is no longer the stupid scholar who doesn't understand humor.
"Are you going to get married or not?" Datong asked impatiently.
"How many concubines do you plan to raise in total?" Haitang asked.
"No matter how many people you raise, you will always be the boss, there is no doubt about it." Datong laughed playfully.
"What? Do you really want to raise a bunch of useless concubines?" Haitang frowned and held Datong's ears.
"Oh, at least I am a king now, and this treatment should be changed. It hurts so much, madam, it hurts so much, my beloved concubine..." Datong shouted. In fact, he felt happy in his heart. He hadn't had his ears pinched by Begonia for a long time, and he was still itchy!