Feng Wu laughed all of a sudden and looked at Qin Yi helplessly: "Do you think I'm scared? Don't be nervous. No matter how terrible the disease is, it's not as scary as the human heart. Since it's okay, you can go and rest.
I will call you if anything happens."
Feng Wu looked at the child's appearance and shook his head. Was there fear in his expression? He just showed a little nervousness in order not to reveal his secrets.
"How about I stay here and watch, Crown Princess? Don't worry, the Crown Prince will be fine after taking the medicine." Qin Yi seemed to be confirming Feng Wu's expression. Even after hearing Feng Wu say this, he still felt uneasy.
"Oh, don't worry. Our princess is very courageous, so just go to bed with peace of mind. Besides, now that we are married, we can still run away." Xiaoqiu pulled Qin Yi and walked outside.
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Qin Yi stumbled and was dragged outside. He looked worriedly and said, "The imperial concubine must call me if anything happens."
"Are you okay?" Fuling looked at Feng Wu to confirm.
Feng Wu shook his head: "You should go and rest first. I'll tell you tomorrow. It's not a big deal."
Poria didn't say anything more and nodded.
When everyone left, Feng Wu sighed, looked at the sick and beautiful husband, turned around and went to the clean room to wet a handkerchief. He looked confused for a while, then approached him step by step, and muttered something in the end: "I didn't mean it."
Yes, if you don't wipe it, your body will feel very uncomfortable. You were sweating just now, and you might even catch a cold."
Then he stretched out his sinful slender hands, and opened the quilt layer by layer, and then the inner clothes. Finally, he revealed the white and strong skin. Looking at the sinful lines with smooth lines and obvious outlines, Feng Wu's eyes were filled with tears.
Lit up: "Amitabha, God is guilty."
Then a trace of interest flashed in his eyes, and he gently lifted the person and took off all his clothes, revealing a half-strong body. Just when he looked at the crisscrossed and prominent scars on his back,
, his face suddenly darkened.
Seeing that the wounds had healed but had left traces, Feng Wu gently wiped them on. What he didn't see was that when he touched the scars, the eyelids of the sleeping man suddenly moved.
Some of these wounds were scratched by sharp objects, and there were also marks of whip marks. Feng Wu lowered his eyelids and looked at these wounds, as if he was lost in his own thoughts. Then he blinked gently and murmured softly: "Originally
I thought I was already miserable enough, but I didn’t expect there were people who were even worse off than me.”
Finally, he gently touched the protruding scar under the shoulder blade, retracted his hand, put the handkerchief on it and wiped it, and said with emotion: "So how did God bring two such miserable people together."
I wiped it quickly, and finally covered it with the quilt carefully. Looking at that stunning appearance, I whispered softly: "Seeing how miserable you are, if you satisfy me in the future, I might
Consider helping you detoxify yourself. Doesn’t it mean that you won’t live for a few more years? What I like most is snatching people from the hands of the King of Hell.”
After saying that, Feng Wu climbed onto the bed, raised his hand and waved lightly. The candle that was still burning until it turned to ashes was extinguished, and the room was instantly plunged into darkness.
Feng Wu still felt uncomfortable when he lay down. The smell of the people around him was too intrusive. However, after working for so long, Feng Wu still fell into a deep sleep quickly.