"No laundry next time!" Zhuang Xun's face had a distressed expression, and his heart twitched in pain.

He held Si Qin Mi's green white jade hand, and at the first joint on the back of his fingers, there was a circular opening of about one centimeter on the middle finger of the index finger, revealing the scarlet tender flesh inside.

"It's because the concubine is incompetent, and she can't even wash her clothes well." Si Qinmi's delicate face turned around, her fair face turned a thin red, and she didn't know whether it was shame or shyness, or both.

"Lady, you are so capable, I have forgotten that you are the eldest lady of Gaomen, and I haven't washed clothes before." Zhuang Xun's face was full of distress, and these two small mouths seemed to be open on his heart.

"It's just a maid, but I really haven't washed my clothes." Si Qinmi wanted to withdraw her hand, she didn't think that Zhuang Xun's eyes were so good, she came in to prepare the broken step to bandage, but she didn't expect that just the strip of cloth had been discovered.

"Go to the infirmary." Zhuang Xun took her hand and pulled her to say.

"This kind of wound will be laughed to death if you go to the hospital, and the concubine won't go!" Siqin Mi's face was a little hot, and she felt Zhuang Xun's worry and distress.

She hadn't washed her clothes before, so she washed her face in the usual way, not thinking that her skin was delicate and her clothes were rough, and she rubbed the epidermis off her knuckles after washing and rubbing it many times.

"If you don't go to me, do you want to buy some alcohol, if the wound is not deep, you shouldn't use it, but you still have to wash it with water." Zhuang Xun stood up, he didn't force him to pull Siqinmi, and walked towards the medical hall alone.

"Lang Jun, alas, ......" Si Qinmi put down her hand, looked at the back of Zhuang Xun leaving in a hurry, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Three steps into two steps, went to the best hospital in the city, and happened to meet Li Ruxi, who was prescribing medicine, but Zhuang Xun didn't have time to pay attention to her, and he didn't bother to say hello, so he bought a plaster for the trauma and ran home.

Panting and sweating on his forehead, Zhuang Xun came back and saw that Si Qinmi's clothes were still drying, he grabbed Si Qinmi's hand and pulled her into the house.

"It's all hurt, what are you fiddling with?" Zhuang Xun held her down, pressed her to the bed and said.

"It's not a big injury, it's a little skin, and it'll be fine in a few days." Siqin Mi is not a self-proclaimed delicate woman, a small injury with broken skin, and she can't stand Zhuang Xun's solemn treatment.

"Liniment first." Zhuang Xun raised her jade finger, and the tender flesh turned out was more than the white jade finger, like a few more sores on her white face.

"It's not a big injury, and the scar will grow in a few days." Siqin Mi saw Zhuang Xun fiddling with her hand, Zhuang Xun's expression showed a distressed look again, and her heart was a little panicked.

Zhuang Xun's fuss is to love her, of course she understands, women who don't know what to do will find men annoying, she is obviously not this kind of brainless woman, only when she understands that she feels that her lover is gracious, the other party really loves herself as a beloved wife, not just to be responsible.

The finger was covered with a cold plaster, and then the wound became hot, and the reflection of the eyes was Zhuang Xun carefully applying the plaster, as if he was afraid of hurting her, and with a gentle movement, he applied his index finger, and now his middle finger.

In Zhuang Xun's warm palm, the palm was hot and there was nowhere to place, her bright eyes were flattering, but unfortunately Zhuang Xun, who lowered his head and concentrated on her hand, couldn't see it.

This scene is absolutely beautiful, not only Siqin Mi's stunning beauty, but also the dazzling true feelings that emanate, the beauty is as shy as Mei, and the man is deeply affectionate.

After Zhuang Xun finished smearing her wounds, the right hand that did not break the skin took out a handkerchief and wiped the fine sweat on Zhuang Xun's forehead.

"Excuse me, Lang Jun." Many words condensed in the throat, and finally spit out a decent word of thanks.

There is a line between her and Zhuang Xun, a line of defense that he respects himself and can't get over in his heart.

She has long been in love with Lu Buming, the Duke of Zhenguo, and no matter how much she has feelings, I am afraid that there will only be pain and helplessness.

Encountering Zhulian, the catastrophe is coming, handing over himself in order to protect himself, saying that in order to save the life of the entire Guogong Mansion, he agreed with himself before the arrest that Huangquan wanted to see him, and he dissuaded him, but he said that he wanted to let himself witness his true feelings, but she had married a bride in prison, secretly married a pearl fetus, and the execution ground was severe and did not see a farewell.

She is not a little woman who is played with by love, the other party treats her like this, she also has to understand that the other party's behavior is guided by her mother? Sympathize with the other party for starving in prison, he and the beauty are upside down, and understand the other party when her body is unkept, write a letter of resignation, and marry the bride again?

Regardless of the process, this relationship has been severed, her heart has removed Lu Buming from the netherworld, if there is still feelings in such a situation, she wants to continue the front edge, she can't look down on herself, this is a slut who has no backbone, how cheap can she find a reason for the other party.

But in the face of Zhuang Xun, as steady as her, I don't know what to do, the emotion of repaying the favor accounts for the majority, and the responsibility of the husband and wife accounts for more than half of the remainder.

Compared with the first time, Zhuang Xun is getting better and better in her eyes, she knows that this is in the eyes of her lover, she is probably a little in love with this mediocre-looking Lang Jun who treats sincere feelings.

If you are reconciled at the beginning, you are good as a husband and wife, but there is no such entanglement, but Zhuang Xun is seriously ill in order to collect himself, miss the opportunity, and then there will be no scene, the other party is afraid of self-denial and revenge, and he is worried in his heart, both afraid of accepting a new emotion, and low self-esteem of remarrying, as well as the reserve of women.

Zhuang Xun's friendship is too heavy, and he obviously wants to repay him with broken bones, and now he still has to accept his love.

He treats himself not as a simple wife, but as a loving wife in the second half of his life, he is trying his best to love himself in his own way, not only as a responsibility but as an obligation.

So this made her even more ashamed, her love for him and his love for himself could not be compared, and she didn't know how to be good.

She also wanted to express herself so boldly and unrestrainedly, and accept Zhuang Xun, not only because he was her husband, but because she loved him, loved his obedience and disobedience, loved his forgiveness and ignorance......

But she can't express it, how can she express it, a remarried wife, a beneficial, no matter what she says, she feels that she has mixed the emotions of gratitude and responsibility.

So she could only watch Zhuang Xun cautiously approach her, doing her husband's concern, taking care of her emotions, and feeling more and more guilty.

Siqin Mi wanted to say to him, be bold, you are the concubine's husband, your concubine's king, your concubine's benefactor, you can be bolder.

But now he is like being bound by a few chains, and he can't say such flattering words at all.

How can she be worthy of Zhuang Xun's single-minded treatment, and how can she be worthy of his favorite, this is an unsolvable endless cycle.

"I cook at night, you rest, and you are not allowed to work until you are well!" Zhuang Xun clasped her sweaty hand and put two pairs of delicate jade hands in the palm of his hand.

"Why? It's really not a serious thing, don't be too pampered with concubines. Siqin Mi didn't agree, this is not a big injury, and he needs to recuperate.

"There's no why, I'm your Langjun, you're my thing, just listen to what I say!" Zhuang Xun held Si Qinmi's hands, lowered his head and kissed the back of the porcelain white hand.

"What a beautiful hand, I feel so distressed when it's broken." Zhuang Xun softened his words again.

"Yes." Si Qinmi looked at Zhuang Xun in a daze, the heat of her snort was still on the back of her hand, she smiled lightly, well-behaved and cute.