Bai Lijing's back was injured, and it rained again, and the wound hurt as soon as it touched her clothes, and she didn't feel anything on the field just now, but now, the palms of her two hands have turned purple and red, not only can she not hold her fists, but she can't bend her fingers even if she wants to. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info When she received the ball, her mouth was strong, her internal organs were also shaken, and her blood surged down, and now, as soon as God was relieved, she couldn't hold it back anymore, she covered her mouth with her hands, and coughed her head.

In the rain, Mo Wen's hands holding her shoulders used some force, half-hugged her in his arms, and stopped to ask silently.

Bai Lijing reluctantly raised her head, shook her head at Shang Mowen's eyes, and squeezed out a smile: "I'm fine, you suffered a lot of fright today, go home." ”

The internal official held an umbrella for them, Bailijing's jersey had not been changed, the two hugged each other and walked out of the corner of the juju field, the carriage and horse stopped outside, and the little eunuch who had never seen it led a horse, and asked Bailijing quite blindly: "Princess Jing, it's raining, do you continue to ride a horse or take a car?" If you want to ride a horse, the minions have prepared a raincoat for you. ”

In early summer, it was also a pleasure to ride a horse in the rain, and the nobles had nothing to do, and often did these things that ordinary people looked boring, and the little eunuch in the field was not surprised.

Mo Wen listened to the little eunuch's inquiry, his brows furrowed.

Continuing to ride a horse?

Lingyun Temple was not close to the Keju Field in the Daxing Imperial City, if it wasn't for the quick whip, how could she have arrived in time?

Bai Lijing didn't answer, but Gao Xian behind him spat at the little eunuch of the internal official: "Damn minion!" What kind of horse to ride on a rainy day? Isn't it fun? Hurry up and help the princess and the concubine to get on the car, and escort them back to Xiangguo! ”

Gao Xian is the head of the ceremonial eunuch, all the eunuchs in the palace are under his control, and he is a popular person around Emperor Jingyuan, and the general officials have to give three points when they see him, not to mention these little eunuchs, they take him as a serious master.

Temporarily, Gao Xian also lifted the curtain of the carriage and asked, "Princess Jing, Your Majesty has asked the imperial doctor to rush to Zuo Xiang to wait, hello, you are giving birth to your body, and the old slave will not be sent away." ”

Bailijing couldn't hear what Gao Xian said, and ignored it, Mo Wen nodded to him, which was considered polite, the curtain of the carriage had just been lowered, and he heard the coachman whip on the horse's back, and the carriage began to move forward slowly.

Mo Wen hurriedly hugged her, and brought her back into his arms with a little force, she was completely unconscious, her body was soft and unconscious, and a trace of wet blood oozed from the side, and Mo Wen's black eyes narrowed.

Situ He's ball was too ruthless, it was completely going to kill Mo Wen, if she didn't come, he really didn't know what to do - with the strength and position of this ball, he couldn't dodge, and if he dodged, he would be recognized, and his disguise over the years would also be revealed, otherwise, with an ordinary person and a sick seedling, how could he have so much good luck, and he could dodge this life-and-death Keju?

However, if he didn't hide, he would have to break at least a few tendons and veins before he could be deceived, or he could only end this identity with serious injuries.

Whether to hide or not, the number of qi asked by the sick Yang Zimo is exhausted.

His wife saved her life and allowed him to continue pretending, sitting in the car unharmed, listening to the sound of the rain outside.

But why didn't you feel the slightest pleasure of taking advantage? Why was his heart full of anger in his eyes? Angry and wanted to swallow her to the bone, a sixteen-year-old reckless young man, what kind of clumsy means did she use to make him so uncomfortable? He has always made others uncomfortable, but now when he comes to her, he is completely reversed!

The carriage walked slowly along the red city wall to the outside of the imperial city, the clatter of the horses' hooves, the clatter of the wheels, and the sound of heavy rain covered out the rest of the surrounding sounds.

About half an hour later, the carriage arrived in front of Xiangxi, Mo Wen got off the carriage with Baili Jing in his arms, and saw Yuanshan and Mulian holding umbrellas to meet them.

"What's wrong with Jing Xiaobai?" Mulian was in a hurry, so she wanted to reach out and help.

However, Mo Wen frowned, not even looking at her, and there were distant mountains across the way, and Mulian couldn't get close to Baili Jing's body. Yuan Shan held the umbrella above Mo Wen's head, and said impatiently: "Don't get in the way! ”

entered the West Chamber, "Youfeng Laiyi", and the Imperial Doctor had already arrived, but he was not the Imperial Doctor Sun who often came to the Xiangxiang.

After some inspection, the imperial doctor said: "Princess Jing's back was injured by a sharp weapon, and she had to be cleaned with wine immediately, and then put it on, if it was late, I am afraid there would be inflammation ......" But Baili Jing is the princess's body after all, and the wound is behind her back, and the slightly young Imperial Doctor Zhao didn't dare to make a mistake, and stood in place in embarrassment.

Mo Wen knew what he was thinking at a glance, he walked forward slowly, took the water and gauze from Imperial Doctor Zhao's hand, and returned to the embroidery bed and sat down.

Afraid of pressing her wounds, Mo Wen fell asleep with Bailijing's body facing down, she was still wearing the thin jersey, a long crack was cut on the back of the jersey, and there was a deep bright red wound in the center of the snow-white skin, blood mixed with rainwater, and it was very bloody.

Mo Wen leaned down and pinched the edge of the blood-stained tear of the jersey with both hands, and with a "whoop", the bloody shirt was torn from the middle, and suddenly the entire snow-white back came out.

The wine sterilization was very painful, he dipped the wine in soft gauze to clean her wounds, and when he touched her, she trembled in pain, and her face on the pillow was wrinkled, and her eyebrows were twisted badly.

Mo Wen was so trembling that he paused, finally cleaned her wound, went back on, put his arm around her with one hand, wrapped her wound in gauze, and wrapped it around her back and waist and abdomen.

In front of the embroidery bed, there were curtains and curtains one after another, and the people outside could only see two shadows cast on the bed curtain, and nothing else could be seen. Mu Lian stood beside the Imperial Doctor, her eyes kept staring at Mo Wen's movements, her expression becoming more and more solemn......

After bandaging the wound and putting the thin quilt on Bailijing's almost back, Mo Wen brushed the veil out. At this time, the imperial physician took the ice cubes taken from the distant mountains and asked Mo: "Jing Concubine, the wound on Princess Jing's back needs to be changed once a day, and the bruises on the back of her hand must be compressed with ice cubes first, and you can only use hot water after twenty-four hours, remember to remember." Weichen will open another prescription and grab a few pairs of internal adjustments, it should be no big problem. ”

The maids who served in the "Feng Laiyi" felt a little strange, since when, the princess and the concubine actually changed positions, the sick seedling and the concubine listened to the instructions of the imperial doctor, and the princess Jing, who has always been strong, was lying on the bed and sick? It seems that only two days have passed.

The imperial doctor prescribed the prescription, but Mo Wen did not hand it to Yuan Shan, but turned around and handed it to Mu Lian, he didn't need to say a word, but the meaning was obvious, let Mu Lian catch it.

If Bailijing was awake, Mulian might still shirk it, but now Bailijing is not awake, Mulian is her personal body, unless she catches it in person, she can rest assured, Mulian had to take the party and brave the rain.

After sending the imperial doctor, the big and small maids performed their duties, boiling, delivering water, and preparing ice cubes, each with their own busyness. Mo Wen sat in front of the bed and wrapped the ice cubes to put on the palms of Bailijing's hands.

The ice cube is too cold, and she may feel comfortable when she puts it on her hand at first, but after a while, her hands and feet will be so cold that her hands and feet will cramp, and Bailijing will withdraw her hands as soon as she is cold, Mo Wen has to hold her hands with two hands and not let her move, but after a while, the backs of her hands and wrists are frozen purple, and her body shrinks into a ball.

There is only such a thing as illness, and he can't do it for her at all, whether it is a wound outside or a bruise hidden in the blood, she can only face it alone. Whether he is distressed or guilty, the wound will not heal because of this, only take time to slowly boil, when the time comes, the wound will coagulate, the blood will be exhausted, before that, she will have to bear it with cold and freezing and burning.

It's really unaccustomed to it, when he appeared in front of the world as a weak posture, she had always been so strong and protected him behind her, and now, he was still so weak, but she couldn't wake up. Only a head and a pair of hands that were frozen purple stretched out under the thin quilt, the person was still lying on his side, this posture was stiff and uncomfortable, if it was a long time, the whole body would definitely hurt.

Mo Wen looked condescendingly at the person on the bed, suddenly sighed, and picked up her body impatiently, without touching her wounds, his big hand was on her smooth and silky back, and he used his internal force to warm her limbs. Seeing her deeply locked brows stretch little by little, Mo Wenfang's impatient face also turned into a faint smile, and leaned over to bite her closely.

The kiss may be true, it may be false, it may be able to make people's hearts, and it may be able to make people promise life and death. can bite, whether the strength is light or heavy, it is with the slightest wisp of hate, hatred is much deeper than love, and only hate will make people struggle to bite-

So, where does this hatred come from?

There is no love for no reason in this world, and there will be no hate for no reason, there may be many causes of love, but there is only one cause of hate.

Only love can bring hate.

"Eldest son, the hot water is ready, you go to bathe."

Yuan Shan suddenly spoke.

Mo Wen's body was loosely draped in a shirt, and the clothes inside were all wet, and he didn't have time to change them.

The eldest son?

Mo Wen raised his eyes and looked out of the layers of curtains, where the distant mountains stood with their heads bowed, respectful and humble. Mo asked the horns, how long can the identity of the eldest prince be hidden?

If he talks too much, he will lose, but even if he doesn't speak, the more times he faces, it will bring out some clues. has deceived most people, but he can't fool a few, not to mention that there are so many eyeliners now, his identity will one day not be able to hold the fire...... At that time, Mo Wen had only one end.