"Regent, why are you here?"

Feng Wuwu tightened the reins, his face beaming with joy.

Jun Moran looked at her smiling appearance, and the anger in his heart disappeared most of it inexplicably.

He Shi Shiran walked out of the jade chariot, raised his head slightly, his blade-like and ruthless gaze fixed on her slimy and wet sleeves, and his voice was a little displeased, "What's the matter?" ”

"It's out of the way."

Feng Wuwu quietly hid her arm behind her, fearing that Jun Moran would be furious and reprimand her after discovering the mottled wound on her hand.

Jun Moran snorted coldly, if it weren't for the fact that his injuries had not healed, he would not have been able to ride a horse.

He really wanted to get on the horse and clean up this little thing on the horse!

This time, he must have caused an injury, so he didn't dare to show him!

Outrageous!

Thinking of this, Jun Moran strode forward, and without saying a word, he stopped Feng Wuwu from his horse and reported her, and then stuffed her into the jade chariot.

With a wave of his wide sleeves, the sedan curtain fell.

"Regent, what do you do?" Feng Wuwu clasped his hands tightly on his chest and asked timidly.

"Hold your hand out."

"It's just that it was scalded by hot porridge, and it doesn't matter." Feng Wuwu clutched his blistered arm tightly, and was stunned not to show him.

Tear pull –

Jun Moran saw that Feng Wuwu was so disobedient, and he tore the wet and sticky sleeves into strips of rags after dividing them by two.

"No, why do you old man always have trouble with my clothes?"

Feng Wuwu looked at his torn sleeves and muttered dissatisfiedly.

Jun Moran was distressed because of the blisters on her arm, "Feng Wuwu, how did you get it?" ”

His calloused fingertips touched her slightly reddened arm, causing her to gasp in pain.

Seeing this, he was completely panicked, and only gently rested her hand on his lap, and drank the iron hand outside the jade chariot urgently, "Is there any gold sore medicine?" ”

Hearing this, Tie Shou hurriedly poked into most of his head towards Yu Yuan, and he said solemnly, "Wang, you have a heavy hand, why don't you let your subordinates give medicine to General Feng Xiao?" ”

"Get out."

Jun Mo was stained with black lines, and recently, he felt more and more unreliable that the iron hand was unreliable.

"Yes."

Tie Shou glanced at Feng's arm uncomfortably, and lowered the sedan curtain again.

Si Ming twitched the corners of his mouth wildly, and hurriedly pulled the iron hand aside, "Tie Hanhan, what are you messing around?" ”

The iron hand turned a deaf ear, holding the gold sore medicine tightly in both hands, and his face was full of sadness, "General Feng Xiao was born with fine skin and tender meat, and his arms were scalded with blisters, and I don't know if there will be scars." ”

When Si Ming heard this, he covered the mouth and nose of the iron hand again and again, and stopped him in a deep voice, "Don't die? Can you see General Fengxiao's arm? ”

"Everybody's a man, look at the arm, what's wrong?"

Tie Shou was very unconvinced, if he had the opportunity, he would still want to bathe with Feng Wuwu!

"The king's man, do you dare to look at it too?"

Si Ming shook his head, snatched the gold sore medicine in the palm of his hand with his iron hand, and respectfully handed it to Jun Mo Dye in the jade chariot.

Jun Moran took the gold sore medicine and lowered his eyes to look at Feng Wuwu's scarred arm.

His hands were so big compared to her slender arms.

Jun Mo ran his sword eyebrows tightened, and he drugged her slightly awkwardly, "Does it hurt?" ”

"It doesn't hurt. There are only minor injuries, and there are no feet and teeth. Feng Wuwu really didn't feel how badly injured he was, even if he didn't take medicine, he could recover on his own in a few days.

Feng Wuwu didn't know that the sesame big wound on her body, in Jun Moran's eyes, was like a fatal thing, which made his heart blocked.

He carefully stroked Feng Wuwu's wound cut by the silver needle, and asked in a deep voice, "Did you draw it yourself?" ”

"It's urgent, and it's a last resort."

"Feng Wuwu, listen well. From now on, no matter how many reasons and excuses you have, you must not hurt yourself so willfully! ”

"Got it."

"Feng Wuwu, don't take it seriously!"

Seeing her absent-minded look, Jun Moran leaned forward, carefully avoiding her injured arm, and choked her lips with punishment.