Chapter 90: Out of Control

The explicit wound was a little white, and it was swollen, and it looked extremely hideous.

Mu Qianxun helped him, limped to the shore, looked at the wound behind him, tears fell one by one, and the jade hand tore off the clothes stuck to the wound with some trembling.

Choked up: "Why are you so stupid? You don't have to get hurt." ”

Mu Youchen forced out a smile, and he didn't know whether it was sweat or stream water on his head, flowing straight down his neck, and his bloodshot palm gently caressed Mu Qianxun's cheek.

"If I don't get hurt, do I want you to get hurt? Then I don't have to die of distress, or it's better to get hurt myself. ”

"But now I feel sorry for you, what have you seen?"

Mu Youchen glanced back hard, and sighed: "I have to have a scar again, Xun'er is not allowed to dislike me!"

Even if the wound hurts terribly, I don't want to see her sad, as long as there is a breath of air, I want to make her happy.

Mu Qianxun sighed faintly, tore off his sleeve from his shoulder, and clumsily helped him bandage his wound, his hands were so shaky that he couldn't even tie a pimple.

The petite body supported Mu Youchen, and said with difficulty: "Let's go, find a small town to deal with the wound and recuperate!"

"Okay, listen to Xun'er!" Mu Youchen's face was pale, but his expression did not show a trace of pain.

This kind of him made Mu Qianxun even more distressed, why couldn't he treat her a little badly, his kindness made her panic, if she left him, wouldn't she be able to live?

Five miles away, there is a small town called Qingfeng Town, and the two of them finally found here.

It is not more prosperous than the imperial city, and there is only one medical hall in the town.

Lang Zhong in the medical hall is an old man with a gray beard, and there are very few people who come to see the doctor, and most of the time he is very leisurely.

When Mu Qianxun and Mu Youchen found him, he was still fiddling with his herbs in the backyard.

Mu Qianxun placed Mu Youchen on a chair in the house, and grabbed Na Langzhong from the backyard in a hurry, looking anxious: "You can show him quickly!"

The old man stroked his beard and said indifferently: "The anger of the young man is not small, and it is not beneficial to the body!

Mu Qianxun glared at the old man fiercely, he was so angry, if he knew that it was His Royal Highness the dignified King Ling who was injured, he could still look calm.

"Oh, why is it so serious? How is this going?"

Mu Qianxun rolled his eyes, wasn't he calm enough, and replied angrily: "I fell off the cliff!"

"Cliffs, where cliffs?"

"Aomine Mountain!"

"Girl Mo and the old man laughed, if she really fell from Qingfeng Mountain, she must not even have bones chirping, how can it be so simple as just being injured?"

"You can't fall down halfway! If you want to treat you, you will cure it! You don't care where we fell from!"

The old man smiled wryly, concentrating on the wound.

In just a moment, the wound on Mu Youchen's back was tightly wrapped in a white cloth, and after using the medicine, it no longer oozes blood.

Mu Qianxun finally breathed a sigh of relief, and as soon as he poured a glass of water for Mu Youchen, he heard Na Langzhong say: "It is estimated that there will be a fever in the middle of the night, the girl has to take good care of him, and the old man has gone to boil medicine!"

Mu Qianxun's brows furrowed again, and he sat on the edge of the bed, holding Mu Youchen's somewhat cold hands tightly with both hands.

Mu Youchen's lips were pale, lying on her side, and she smiled softly at Mu Qianxun: "Xun'er is so tight, I'm afraid that I won't be able to run away for my husband." ”

Mu Qianxun still couldn't be happy, the whole person was wilted, and his voice sounded listless:

"Why am I like a disaster, whoever touches me is unlucky, sooner or later you will be killed by me. ”

Mu Youchen held Mu Qianxun's hand with his backhand, and tightened it vigorously, until the painful Mu Qianxun turned around in his eyes before he let go, his expression was rare serious, and his voice was a little unhappy:

"Don't say such things again in the future, if I don't protect you, no one will protect you, I should be hurt as much as I want, as long as you don't leave me, it's enough. I'm your husband, you don't have to feel guilty, you know?"

He rarely lost his temper with her, and he was reluctant to hurt her in the slightest, and now the pain in his wrist clearly told her how hard he had used to punish her for her gaffes.

exuding the breath of a king, domineering and strong, his eyes were so bright that people didn't dare to look at him directly, Mu Qianxun understood that he was angry, very angry.

His eyebrows were lowered, and he nodded obediently: "I was wrong, I won't talk nonsense anymore, don't be angry." ”

buried his head in his arms, and his voice was soft and glutinous: "I just feel sorry for you, you have to suffer so much for me, I will not leave you, never!"

Her flattery, his heart is happy, where is he willing to be angry again, with a big hand with a small wound stroking her soft hair one by one, the eyes are intoxicating gentleness.

In the palace, in front of the Cloud Smoke Palace.

Mu Qingyou was playing with Ye Li, Qianshu and a few little palace maids, and Mu Yilin looked at it indifferently not far away.

Mu Qingyou's beautiful eyes were covered with a pink handkerchief, the cat was scratching everywhere, and the laughter like silver bells was endless.

Mu Qingyou's maid Yan'er tiptoed closer, patted Mu Qingyou's back, turned around and slipped away.

Mu turned his head lightly and smiled: "See if I don't catch you!"

When he stepped on a small round rock, he leaned back, "Ah!" and exclaimed.

Mu Yilin frowned, and was about to rush forward without saying anything, but before he could open his feet, his figure stopped for a moment.

At this time, Mu Qingyan was steadily falling into Qianshu's arms, and Qianshu's white right hand was holding Mu Qingyou's waist, which seemed very intimate.

Mu Yilin's good-looking face was covered with dark clouds, and his knuckles creaked.

Without Mu Youchen, there is another thousand techniques, why is the person around her never herself.

He wished that everyone was far away from her, that only he could get close to her.

changed her mind, but he was her brother, and the news that he was going to marry Yang Shumin had already spread all over the city, so why didn't he allow other men to approach her.

But as soon as he saw a man near her, he hated him to death, and he was mad with jealousy, and he couldn't suppress it.

Qianshu helped Mu Qingyou up, unconsciously glanced at Ye Li, and met her watery eyes full of sadness, her heart suddenly tightened, and she was indescribably uncomfortable.

Ye Li lowered her head, the hand in her sleeve trembled slightly, and her heart was inexplicably sour.

Knowing that he was pretending to be someone else in his heart, and knowing that blindly pursuing him would not lead to any good results, in the end it was herself who was hurt, she knew everything and understood everything, but she still couldn't control her approach.

Mu Qingyou tore open the handkerchief on his eyes, covered his chest, and his face was full of horror: "I'm scared to death, where did the broken stone come from!"

didn't care who saved her, she kept complaining, so cute.

Yan'er stood beside Mu Qingyou with a weak heart, and said cautiously: "Is the princess okay? ”

"It's nothing, it's my own carelessness!" "The smile is sweet and cute.

Ye Li smiled reluctantly: "Princess, I'll go back first... I'll play with you another day. ”

After that, without waiting for Mu Qingyou to say a word, he fled and left.

Qianshu paused, sighed faintly, and followed closely.

Mu stared at the two departing figures with resentment, and muttered: "What kind of person!

The ruddy little mouth pursed, looking a little unhappy.

Mu Yilin cleaned up his emotions, walked out quickly, and smiled innocently and harmlessly: "Light and leisurely, is it okay to accompany the fifth brother for a walk?"

Mu Qingyou immediately regained his vitality, and his big eyes narrowed into a slit: "Okay, you guys go back first." ”

Saying that, they waved their round little hands at Yan'er.

Next to the Jade Stem Lake, Mu climbed on the railing and stared at the swimming fish in the lake with great interest.

The corners of Mu Yilin's mouth flashed with a touch of bitterness, and he chuckled: "Light..."

I just called softly, and I didn't know what to say more.

Mu Qingyou raised her head, looked at Mu Yilin suspiciously, and saw that he was silent for a long time, and said casually: "I heard that the fifth brother is going to accept the concubine, she is the daughter of the prime minister's family, she is very beautiful, right?"

The smile on his face disappeared in an instant, and he asked in a somewhat dry voice, "Are you happy?"

"Happy!" he blurted out, with a nonchalant look on his face.

Mu Yilin couldn't control his emotions anymore, and slammed Mu Qingyou's shoulders hard, and his tone was very sad: "What did you say?

The pain from his shoulder made Mu Qingyou frown, Mu Yilin's eyes were terrifying, as if he wanted to eat her, and he didn't dare to say anything in pain.

Bei Yan bit his lip lightly, and looked at Mu Yilin pitifully.

The lip flap was stained with a trace of saliva, which looked more and more delicate and moving, and her consciousness was a little uncontrollable, and she couldn't help but lean over and kiss her lips temptingly.

Mu Qingyou's body stiffened, his heart was pounding, and he was so frightened that he didn't react for a while.

The fragrance of his lips beckoned him to taste deeply, and his tongue couldn't help but crack open her soft lips, her hard teeth.

The moment it touched her slippery tongue, the taste of baby milk lingered on the tip of her tongue.

The hand on the shoulder fell on her back, moving back and forth, the passionate kisses were overwhelming, and the tongue was blocked in her mouth and sucking her sweetness, and it was very furious.

It wasn't until Mu Qingyou was frightened and cried that he realized what he was doing, hurriedly let go of her, and stared at her crying appearance, helpless.

Mu Qingyou grabbed the railing behind him with both hands, tears couldn't stop flowing down, looking at Mu Yilin in fear, her petite body kept trembling.

Mu Yilin reached out to help her wipe her tears in distress, but she desperately avoided her.

Plucked up the courage to push him away, stumbling away.

Mu Yilin didn't catch up, remembering the fear in his eyes when he looked at him lightly, a touch of pain appeared in his eyes, he slapped himself hard, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.