Seeing that his father's face softened, Wuwen followed and said, "Father, I must take good care of my younger brother, it was my mistake, and I will definitely be responsible." ”

Seeing that Wuwen had a good attitude, and had been kneeling for so long, the lord couldn't bear to reprimand, so he only said, "Then you take good care of your brother for the past two days, and wait for him to wake up by his bedside." ”

"You have to admit your mistakes like my brother, you know?" The lord of the country was not at ease and gave another instruction.

Wushuang's mother didn't know about it yet, and she had to explain it to her later.

Thinking of this, the head of the country hurts again.

"I know my father, I will wait for my brother to wake up and apologize to him." Wuwen blinked his eyes wide, as if he was very innocent and didn't want this to happen.

Where the lord of the country didn't notice, Wuwen smiled secretly.

Originally, he just wanted to teach Wushuang a lesson, and wanted him to stay in the dark kitchen for one night, but Wushuang himself was not angry and made his face like this, and he couldn't be blamed.

Wuwen looked at Wushuang lying on the bed, hoping that he would never wake up.

Two days later, Wushuang opened his eyes in a daze.

"Where is this?" Wushuang's voice was hoarse.

"Wushuang, you're awake." The lord of the country had been guarding the bedside, and when he saw Wushuang waking up, he hurriedly asked.

"Well, father, my face?" Wushuang felt his face wrap around and around, and he couldn't open his eyes.

"Don't think about it yet, take care of your illness." The lord of the country couldn't bear to tell Wushuang the truth, afraid that he couldn't bear it at a young age.

"What's wrong? What the hell happened, I remember what I ran into in the kitchen? Wushuang tried hard to recall the events of two days ago.

Wushuang's two little hands kept trying to touch their faces.

but they were all stopped by the lord of the country.

"It's okay, it's okay. Soon it will be fine. The lord of the kingdom comforted as much as he could.

At this time, Wuwen walked in.

Seeing that Wushuang was awake, he immediately walked over with a bowl of medicine, and said crisply, "Brother, you are awake." Let's drink some medicine. ”

Wuwen was also surprised that Wushuang woke up so quickly.

He had slept for two days, and the Warm Tea Shop happily thought he wouldn't wake up.

"Wuwen, why are you here?" Wushuang's little eyes were full of fear, and before he fell unconscious, Wuwen locked him in the kitchen.

"Well, I'll serve medicine to my brother." Wuwen carefully held the medicine bowl.

Seeing this, the lord of the country immediately took the medicine bowl and fed the medicine to Wushuang in person.

"Let's have a drink. The illness heals relatively quickly. The lord said.

As he spoke, he fed the medicine to Wushuang's mouth.

"Father, it was Wuwen who locked me in the kitchen, and you have to make the decision for me." Wushuang turned his head and didn't want to drink the medicine.

From the gloating eyes of Wu Wen, you can see that your face is probably not getting better.

"I know, Wuwen confessed his mistake to me that day, and I also punished him, you don't have to be sad, your face will always be cured, but now it's just temporarily uncured." The lord of the country said in frustration.

"Is my face not healed?" Wushuang didn't know about it yet, but the lord of the country accidentally told it.

Wushuang's small body struggled to sit up from the bed excitedly.

"It can be cured. You don't have to worry. The lord realized that he had slipped his mouth and hurriedly remedied it.

The doctor had clearly told himself that Wushuang's face had not been treated for too long, coupled with the inflammation caused by high fever, and now he was unable to return to the sky.

But the lord of the country was afraid that Wushuang would not be able to mature this result, so he didn't tell him.

Wushuang's originally smart eyes dimmed instantly.

"Come on, drink the medicine." The lord of the kingdom picked up the medicine bowl.

Wushuang just drank the medicine mechanically, and he didn't speak and had no spirit.

"Brother, don't be sad, it's all my fault, it's okay, the doctor said that even if you can't cure your face, you can wear a mask." Wuwen said as if he was thinking about Wushuang.

But in Wushuang's ears, it did tell him that it was impossible to cure his face, and that he was ready to wear a mask for the rest of his life.

The lord of the country didn't even blame Wuwen for what he said.

Although Wushuang is young, he also understands a lot in his heart.

In the past two days, he has been lying in bed, and I don't know what method Wuwen used to make his father forgive him.

Won't his face be ruined in vain?

But what can he do at such a young age?

"Wushuang, Wushuang, what are you thinking?" Seeing Wushuang standing in front of the desk and pondering for a long time, the lord of the country asked.

"Oh, no, I think there's something that hasn't been taken care of yet." Wushuang came back to his senses, looked at Wuwen, and said.

Wuwen turned his head disdainfully, "Hurry up if you don't deal with it, what are you doing standing here?" ”

"Well, hurry up, it's almost the Seventh Festival, hurry up and finish the matter at hand, and then have a good holiday." The lord of the kingdom also said.

The Seven Names Festival is an annual festival of Wuyingmen.

Whenever this day comes, whether it is the royal relatives or ordinary people, they will wander around the streets, and there are everything sold in the market.

The streets are full of lanterns, and they are very lively.

"Yes, the minister will retreat first." Wushuang bowed and took three steps back and walked out.

Wuwen glanced at Wushuang disdainfully.

"Wuwen, don't you have anything to tell you lately?" The lord of the country thought of what An Shuangchi said before.

But I found someone to follow me for a while, but I didn't find anything, so I tried to find no temperature.

"Erchen doesn't have anything to do, my father can help me, I can solve it myself." Wuwen said.

When his father said this, he was a little flustered, thinking that his father knew something, but looking at his father's expression, it didn't look like he knew anything, it should just be a test.

Wuwen breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that the last time An Shuang told him late, his father listened to it, and it seems that he has to speed up his search for Baimei.

"That's good, what my father values most is you, you must be angry." The Lord of the Kingdom stared at Wu Wen and said earnestly.

"Well, thank you father for cultivating." Wuwen said.

It turns out that his father is not partial, but he may feel a little guilty about Wushuang.

Besides, Wushuang's face can't be the lord of the Shadowless Gate, it's all permed like that, wearing a mask for many years.

Which lord will wear a mask to the court.

Even now Mo Qingrou is helping Wushuang to cure his illness, but after so many years of searching for all the famous doctors in the world, he can't cure it.

Mo Qingrou, no matter how good he rejuvenated, he couldn't return to the original appearance of Wushuang's face.

Fortunately, Wushuang's face was ruined, otherwise Wushuang's appearance would definitely be above him.

When he was a child, many eunuchs and palace maids praised Wushuang for his cuteness and spirit, and no one ever praised him.

So Wuwen was very happy that Wushuang's face was ruined, which was also an unintentional surprise.

From that time on, Wuwen put his mind at ease.

Wushuang returned to the dormitory from the lord's study.

Sitting in front of a bronze mirror, he slowly took off his mask.

There were no mirrors in her room before, and even for a while, there was nothing reflective in the room.

When he was a child, Wushuang couldn't accept this fact at first, and every time he saw his face, he would lose his temper, and slowly no one dared to approach him every time, even his father only came to see him at first, but he saw that Wushuang was in a bad mood and lost his temper, and then he didn't come much.

Every time Musou calms down, he loses sleep and wonders for a long time why it became like this.

Slowly, Wushuang gradually grew up, and he slowly got used to the disfigurement of his face.

But Wushuang, who was originally cheerful and loved by everyone, became silent.

And since that time, the lord of the country has been much better to Wuwen, as if he had given up on the child Wushuang.

Wushuang slowly reflected on himself, maybe a little extreme, but he never passed his own level.

After all, he became indifferent.

But everything has changed.

As the mask slowly took off, Wushuang had only seen his hideous face for so many years, and after Mo Qing's healing, it was actually much better.

Wushuang gently stroked the scars on her face, these were her past, and now he was going to start over.

Wuwen, he wants to take back everything Wuwen has done to him.

This face, Mo said gently, it will basically heal in half a month.

"Childe, Childe. It's time for us to go to Miss Mo to change the dressing. Jade Dragon knocked on the door.

"Here we are." Wushuang picked up the mask on the table and put it on his face.

Mo gentle inside the yard.

"Are you tired of running around like this every day?" Mo Qingrou saw that Wushuang was coming and asked.

"Not tired. Miss Mo has helped me heal my face so patiently, how can I shout tired, if I am tired, who will Miss Mo treat me? Wushuang said with a smile.

"Okay, how do these two heavenly faces feel?" Mo chuckled softly.

Wushuang's personality has changed from indifference at the beginning, and slowly turned into a joke that can talk to them now.

The changes are also extraordinary.

"I dare to look in the mirror today." Wushuang said this sentence silently.

Mo Qingrou and Yulong were stunned for a moment.

Mo Qing's hands paused for a moment, you can imagine how painful the previous days were without equals.

"It'll be fine soon." Mo Qingrou suppressed the trembling voice, if it is said that curing diseases and saving people can give people a sense of accomplishment, then Mo Qingrou still feels that being able to save a person's heart can make her feel more deeply.

"Thank you, Miss Mo." Wushuang is grateful from the bottom of my heart.

He had already given up on treating his face, and when Mo Qingrou first told him that he could try it, Wushuang didn't have much hope.

But slowly his face got better, but he gave himself a big surprise.

Originally, he didn't think that the influence of his appearance could change a person, but now that his personality has changed, he can also feel it.

So Mo Qingrou is to a large extent his savior.

Otherwise, he could already imagine how he would spend the rest of his life.