Nursery rhyme? Jun Mo Dye can actually sing nursery rhymes!

Feng Wuwu felt that his brain must be broken.

Yes, it must be.

"Shui'er, be obedient and obedient, how about letting this king take medicine for you?" Jun Moran slightly let go of the frightened person in his arms and asked softly.

"Water?"

Feng Wuwu slandered in his heart, could it be that the water in Jun's mouth was the woman he hid in his heart?

She pushed him aside again and again, "Regent, you have the wrong person. ”

"No way. Even if you turn to ashes, this king will know you. ”

Jun Mo dyed the corners of his lips with a faint smile, "You are the treasure that this king found in the moat, and it is a gift from heaven." ”

As he spoke, his hand, resting on her back, quietly unshackled the thin jacket and leaned in.

"Jun Mo Ran, what are you doing?"

Feng Wuwu clasped his hands around his chest, staring vigilantly at Jun Mo Ran, who was only a stone's throw away from her.

He withdrew his hand again, pointed to her bumpy body, and said, "Medicating for you." Yurong Shengsheng Muscle Cream has an excellent effect on reducing swelling, so you don't have to worry. ”

"Kill your head!"

Feng Wuwu resisted the urge to curse and glared at him angrily.

Her body is good anywhere, but it's not graceful enough.

If Jun Moran really eliminated her two taels of flesh, she would have to cut him to death!

Knock Knock Knock –

Outside the pavilion, Tie Shou heard the movement in the house, and cautiously knocked on the door, "Wang, how is General Feng's situation?" Do I need to see a doctor? ”

"Hurry up."

Jun Mo thought in his heart, Feng Wuwu's body was bleeding non-stop, and the bruises were difficult to disappear, and he really needed to ask the imperial doctor for a good diagnosis and treatment.

Feng Wuwu originally thought that Jun Mo Ran was just a pure brain into the water, and he forgot all the past things in one go.

But the problem is that he clearly remembers that he is the regent. This proves that he is not just amnesia!

is not amnesia, and the contrast between the front and back of the personality is so great, could it be that Jun Moran suffers from multiple personality disorder?

Thinking of this, Feng Wuwu straightened his face, "Regent, do you remember what happened two days ago?" ”

"What else is there besides you that is worth bothering to remember?" Jun Moran replied disapprerovingly, thinking about taking medicine for her.

It seems that Jun Moran doesn't remember the incident when she slighted him.

Well, that's good!

Feng Wuwu thought about it, the personality that Jun Moran is currently showing is not the main personality, and he may be driven away by the main personality anytime and anywhere.

Therefore, as long as she changes into men's clothes again before his main personality occupies his body, when Jun Moran returns to normal, she will not remember that she is dressed as a man.

Feng Wuwu glanced at the clean clothes lying quietly on the blanket in front of the couch, leaned over and scooped them into his arms, and quickly put them on his body.

Fortunately, she was wrapped in several layers of bandages, and even if she didn't wear a corset, as long as the outer robe was loose enough, others could not see the curves of her body.

Seeing this, Jun Moran clasped Feng Wuwu's slender wrist with both hands, and asked her puzzledly, "Why don't you refuse to take medicine?" Don't you know how distressed this king is when you are injured? ”

With a shallow anger on his face, and the black eyes under the sword eyebrows were quenched with a little starlight, as if he had the magic power to seduce the soul, just one glance, Feng Wuwu felt his heart rippling, and his heart was ape.

She coughed lightly twice to hide her embarrassment at being bewitched by the beauty, "Regent, your old man has misunderstood. I wasn't injured, I just worked hard and my chest muscles were exceptionally strong. ”

"Really?"

"Seriously!"

"Then why are you bleeding?"

Feng Wuwu had a headache, although she was thick-skinned, she was not so thick that she could talk about such a private matter with a man.

After a moment's silence, she began to babble again, "What you see is not blood, but ink. ”

"Really?"

Feng Wuwu nodded heavily, and then flickered at him, "Naturally! I am Beili's both civil and military, and the well-informed Feng Xiao General. If there is too much ink in the stomach, it will overflow, so it is not in the way to shed a little ink. ”

"Although, what you say is extremely ridiculous. But this king wants to believe in you. Jun Moran realized that Feng Wuwu might not be injured or not, and hung his head in disappointment.