Feng Wei grinned in pain again for a while before saying, "You haven't told me why you came to Dayong?" ”

"Don't worry, I won't fight or rob here, and I won't hinder you from anything, so you don't have to guard against me like a thief."

"Hmph, I have long put Qinghe in my palace, and I don't know what kind of heart you have."

Murong Che ignored her words, and then spread her clothes, Feng Wei began to scream again: "Wait, what are you doing and why are you undressing?" ”

？ Your wound is bleeding, shouldn't you change the medicine? ”

Feng Wei closed his eyes and took a breath. Reluctantly showed a smile: "I said, Your Majesty, can you find me a maid to come over?" ”

Murong Che raised his eyebrows, and a hint of banter crossed his eyes: "Since you were injured, I have taken care of you, including your injuries, and the clothes you changed for you, where have I not seen you?" ”

Feng Wei's expression that she was trying to maintain immediately cracked, and she said with some difficulty: "What did you just say?" ”

Murong Che saw her expression, there was a fire in his heart, and his face was dark: "Hmph, I haven't seen any expression from you after sleeping with so many men, now I'll take a look at what's wrong, and I haven't done anything to you." ”

Although his tone was cold, his hands were very soft, and he carefully lifted Feng Wei's clothes and slowly untied Feng Wei's bandages.

Seeing Murong Che so skillfully up and down with her hands, Feng Wei felt like she wanted to cry without tears. She finally held back a stream of tears and waited for Murong Che to bandage her, only then did she notice that Qinghe, who had a very poor sense of existence, was actually in the house.

Her face immediately turned pale: "You...... You've been here all along? ”

Qinghe nodded.

Feng Wei's face fell, and he buried his head in the pillow expressionlessly, and then put another pillow on his head from the bed. Murong Che looked amused, rubbed her uninjured shoulder, and said softly, "Okay, don't you just take a look at your body?" What's there to be shy about? ”

Feng Wei was silent.

"Okay, didn't you just shout that you were hungry? Now that your wound is taken care of, hurry up and eat. ”

Feng Wei was silent. It's embarrassing, okay? I was unconsciously looked at by two men at the same time, and it seems that more than once, where is her old face?

Murong Che looked at Feng Wei, who was still buried under the pillow. Cunning flashed in his eyes: "If the wound is open again, I'll see." ”

The pillow on Feng Wei's head was thrown away, and his eyes were shining: "Where's the rice, where is the rice?" ”

Then he struggled to get up, but was held down by Murong Che: "Don't move, your wound is too deep, it's not easy to heal, continue to maintain this posture in the future, otherwise it's easy to tear open the wound if you move around, if you're hungry, I'll feed you, if I'm not there, let Qinghe feed you." ”

Feng Wei automatically ignored the concern in Murong Che's tone, and when she thought of the origin of the bowl of porridge in his hand, her expression became a little subtle: "Can I not eat this bowl of porridge?" ”

Murong Che blew the heat of the porridge and said casually: "Why? ”

"I heard Qinghe say that you made this porridge?"

Murong Che nodded: "I did it right, I didn't poison it, you can eat it with confidence." ”

"Don't, don't, you are an emperor made porridge, I don't know if you can drink it, don't." Feng Wei shook his head in refusal. Although it smelled very good, it was hard for him to imagine that an emperor would make porridge? This fragrance must have been used to deceive people.

Hearing her say this, Murong Che felt a little sad in his heart, he stood up, put the porridge in Qinghe's hand, and walked out of the room without saying a word.

Feng Wei looked at his back and looked at Qinghe inexplicably: "What's wrong with your master?" ”

Qinghe came to Feng Wei's bed with the bowl of porridge in his hand: "This porridge was boiled by the master for an hour, you shouldn't question him like this." ”

Seeing the clarity of Qinghe's eyes, Feng Wei felt that she had committed some heinous crime, thinking about it, people were kind and kind, and boiled porridge for an hour, but she actually refused, no matter how you say it, you can't say it.

She took a deep breath and said to Qinghe with an aura that I won't go to hell and who will go to hell: "I drink, can't I drink?" Come, you feed me! ”

Qinghe scooped a spoon and put it to his lips and blew it, feeling that the temperature was suitable before sending it to Feng Wei's mouth.

Feng Wei swallowed a mouthful of saliva, closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp, not daring to taste the taste inside at all. After swallowing it, she didn't feel a taste that was difficult to swallow, but a soft, glutinous, sweet, and delicious taste, which was the best porridge she had ever eaten in her two lives.

She asked with some sneer: "Are these really made by your master?" ”

Qinghe nodded and scooped another spoonful, blew it, and put it down to her mouth.

Feng Wei didn't say anything more this time, eating obediently, savoring carefully, and repenting of his behavior just now in his heart.

After a long time, Qinghe walked out of the house and saw Murong Che standing in the courtyard, as if waiting for him.

He put down his plate and bowed: "See master." ”

She finished the porridge.

"Yes."

"Did he say anything?"

Qinghe shook his head.

Murong Che lowered his head and silently walked to the chair on the side.

Seeing him look so lonely, Qinghe was a little unbearable: "Master, when she was besieged by the man in black, she told her subordinates the reason why she didn't want to see you. ”

Murong Che's eyes lit up: "What is the reason?" ”

“…… She said that when she saw your face, she wanted to sin. ”

Murong Che was stunned: "What do you mean?" ”

Qinghe hesitated for a rare moment, and his face turned crimson: "She...... She said she wanted to pull you into bed. ”

Murong Che's face immediately turned red, both of them were iron-clad men who grew up in the military camp from childhood to adulthood, how could they have been teased like this? Suddenly, the atmosphere between the two was a little awkward.

Murong Che coughed lightly: "She...... Is she asleep? ”

"She just woke up, and she doesn't want to sleep when she wants to come here."

Murong Che nodded: "I'll go see her." ”

Murong Che turned around and walked into the room, just took a few steps, but suddenly stopped: "Qinghe, the two of us can be said to be childhood sweethearts, we grew up together, you also know my temper, she is mine!" ”

Qinghe was stunned for a moment, the blush on his face quickly receded, and he was replaced with layers of cold diaphragms: "It is the duty of subordinates to protect Her Majesty the Queen, and subordinates have never thought about it." ”

Murong Che didn't speak again, but walked directly into the house.

Qinghe slowly stood up, and there was a lot of pain in the depths of his cold eyes. The next moment he regained his composure, as usual, his face was expressionless and cold as ice, and he looked deeply at the people in the room, as if looking at someone lying on the bed through countless doors and windows. He closed his eyes, as if he had made up his mind, and turned to leave.