The fat girl's face was also crooked and swollen, she thought that she could escape by taking a soft spot, but the new princess did not play her cards according to common sense at all.

"The princess is angry, slaves and maids, you will never dare to have a next time. The slaves went to the kitchen to boil hot water. ”

After being beaten and tortured, he immediately became honest.

A quarter of an hour later—

"Princess, the hot water is all here." The fat maid held two yellow copper basins and put them down.

"This is the bath bucket, the princess wants to bathe." The thin girl was very intimate and prepared everything, and in the bathtub, the hot water was filled with two-thirds, and the water temperature was adjusted just right, "The slaves and maids have retired." ”

As soon as the two maids entered the door, they kept covering their noses, thinking that the smell in the new house was strong, and they couldn't wait to leave.

Yun Chengcheng knew that they disliked their husbands.

I didn't have a good impression of them, so I wouldn't let them stay in the way, so I waved my hand and sent them away.

Silence returned to the house.

Yun Chengcheng's gaze swept back to King Mo's sickbed, and muttered, "First of all, clean it up." ”

The smell of rotten blood is really deadly.

If you want to blame it, blame this group of evil slaves, who refuse to take care of their own masters.

Anyway, I'm going to live here in the future.

At the very least, she had to make the room she was staying in for a long time smell better and look fresher.

Even if it's not for him.

And for herself, too.

The focus of the cleanup is the bed.

Cloud Fall first tore off the bloodstained curtain and pulled out a new one from the box. By the way, new pillows and new sheets were turned out.

From childhood to adulthood, she was in Yunfu, and what she did was the work of subordinates.

So, changing the curtain and cleaning it is really nothing. Do it and get used to it.

Mo Bai was stunned.

His consciousness remained in mid-air, observing her every move.

I thought that she would leave just like that, but who would have thought that in a few moments, she would go and return and help him clean up.

Could it be that she really doesn't dislike him?

Planning to stay and take care of him?

He looked at her, very gently, and used a white gauze soaked in warm water, little by little, starting from his arm, to help him wipe away the terrible black blood stains attached to it.

There is no half-point impatience.

And seriously.

It was as if she wasn't looking at a festering skeletal body of the utter horror, but something fragile.

Since two months ago, the curse on his body began to kick in, and his body began to look like this ghost, and everyone who saw him had a disgusted and disgusted expression. The Holy Lord wanted to take the opportunity to get rid of him in a high position, and he categorically would not send a good imperial doctor to treat him. The people who used to be around him, seeing that he had lost power, also scattered one after another. Even, even the subordinates in the house have never cleaned his body seriously like her.

These black blood clots were deposited in two months, and a large part of them even stuck to the dirty sheets under him.

You can imagine how difficult it is to wipe and clean up.

"It might hurt a little, you bear with it."

King Mo saw his substitute bride and muttered in a low voice.

Hurt?

He's really not afraid of this.

The crazy torture of two months, the endless pain that invaded the flesh, penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and penetrated into the soul, was unimaginable to ordinary people.

After a long time, he was even numb to such things as pain.

Even if she pulled the blood clots off him very violently at the moment, he might feel like tickling.