He gently put his arms around her and took her deeply into his arms, his voice a little confused: "When I was young, I grew up watching the power and people in power, and never took human life seriously.
So I thought, if I grow up, I will be a bloody gentleman.
But as I grew up, I almost lost myself in the power and intrigues, and gradually became a gentleman without flesh and blood.
It was Qingqing who pulled back Hua'er who had gone astray in time..."
"Hua'er, how about if we don't become emperors?" She heard the sigh in his words and asked softly.
This has always been a struggle in her heart. She does not want him to become an emperor.
"Don't do it!" he said firmly.
Then she laughed.
In fact, she knew that it was not up to them whether to be an emperor or not. After all, the people of the world needed a wise king.
Once they get to that point, they may not really be able to let go.
"What's wrong with your hand? Let me take a look." He gently held her hand. When he felt the scars on her palm, he frowned with a look of displeasure on his face.
Opening the palm of her hand, he saw several deep and shallow scars on her palm. Although it was just a skin injury, it still made him extremely distressed.
She was the treasure in his hand, and he couldn't let go of her even with the slightest scar.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." She shook her head and said, not caring much.
This was stabbed while dragging the guard who fell into the swamp today. The small wound was not serious.
"This king looks distressed!" He made a fuss and looked distressed.
His eyebrows were furrowed.
"It doesn't really hurt..." She smiled, but the painful feeling of being held in such a hand was really good.
"It's not good to leave scars, and those branches also have some barbs. If the barbs get into the skin and are not picked out, it will be bad in the flesh. I will go out and get you some medicine!"
He frowned, turned around and walked out to get the medicine.
Lu Qingqing sat on the straw bed with her arms in her arms, her face smiling as sweetly as if dipped in honey.
Even if you are a female man, you still hope to have a man who can pamper you, love yourself, and treat yourself as a treasure.
Seeing him so anxious and distressed because of his little injury, happiness overflowed into his little red heart.
"What are you giggling about?" As soon as he came in, he saw the giggling woman sitting on the bed.
"Hua'er, it's so nice to meet you!" She pouted and said coquettishly.
Her eyes were as gentle as if she were holding a ****, and they were so soft and cute that his blood immediately rushed to his face, and he really wanted to push her down on the bed.
However, he still suppressed the impulse in his heart and treated her wounds first.
Wen walked over with a smile, took her injured hand, took a thin silver needle, sterilized it with fire, and then started to carefully pick out the barbs for her by the candlelight on the bedside.
This woman was able to endure the pain very well. Although the wound was not deep, there were many hangnails.
If it were an ordinary woman, she would have burst into tears long ago. Even if she could bear it, at least crying would make others feel sorry for her!
But this woman, I really don’t know how she developed her toughness.
She stared at the man who was carefully picking up barbs for her with a silly smile, looking completely happy and unable to find Bei'er.
Baili Fenghua laughed so hard that she couldn't bear it anymore. She put down the silver needle in her hand, gently pinched her cheek with her fingers, and said helplessly: "Qingqing, don't smile like that anymore, I will kill you."
