The tyrant has a purpose, abolishes the queen and enters the palace

Xia Houlie looked at her ostrich-like behavior with great interest, asked Li Gonggong to put the food box on the table, and motioned him to go down, and after the palace door was closed again, he said: "Come out, Li Gonggong has already left gone."

Mu Qingwan first opened one eye and looked down, and after confirming that there was no one under the jade steps, she moved her face out, only to see his bare|naked chest right in front of her eyes, her heart skipped a beat, Quickly looked away, in order to cover up his panic, he quickly changed the subject and said:

"Why didn't you take medicine for your wound? Do you want to die from pain?"

"Do you still need to apply medicine for such a small injury?" Xia Houlie curled his lips disapprovingly, reached out to open the food box, and brought out the food inside.

"What's a small injury? Why don't you apply medicine after it's all like this? What if the wound festers? Don't think that you don't take a small injury to heart and avoid medical treatment. Sometimes a small ailment can turn into a big one." Mu Qingwan began to speak earnestly. The preaching was purely out of a doctor's instinct, "Fortunately, you met me, a genius doctor. Come on, I will rub some medicine for you, and I promise you will be fine tomorrow."

As he spoke, he took out a white jade porcelain bottle from his sleeve, uncovered the lid, drew some green ointment from the inside with his fingers, and carefully applied it on his wound, exhorting carefully:

"Remember not to touch the water, you take this medicine in case you need it."

Listening to her nagging, Xia Houlie watched her carefully treat her wound, the corners of her lips curled up unconsciously.

In this life, except for that little figure in memory, no one has ever cared about him so much.

At this moment, Mu Qingwan's serious face suddenly coincided with the small face deep in her memory.

That year, he was a hostage in Western Chu, and as the crown prince's companion, he was praised by the Taifu for a poem. In front of the abandoned palace, he was pressed to the ground and beaten to death.

At that time, he was only ten years old, and he was beaten by a group of children who were much older than himself. It was conceivable how tragic it was, but he didn't ask for mercy. He thought that his life would end like this, and he was sent to the enemy country by his father As a hostage, he never thought that he would be able to go back alive.

But just when he was in despair, a small figure suddenly appeared in front of him. He remembered very clearly that she was wearing a white dress at that time, and she was as beautiful as an elf. He looked at her obsessively, and almost forgot I am being beaten.

The group of children ran away under her threat. She knelt down, took out a veil and wiped his face carefully. Seeing him grinning in pain but still stubbornly refusing to cry out, she asked his name. , he kept silent, asked where his family lived, still kept his head down and kept silent.

At the end of the question, seeing that he still had a stubborn face, she sighed like a little adult, and took out an exquisitely crafted snow-white jade rabbit from her bosom, opened his fingers, and put it in his palm.

"Here, this 'Jieyu Rabbit' is given to you. You can tell it any unhappy things or things you don't want to say to others in the future. You won't be sad if you tell them. It's very useful."

"What's your name?" Finally, the inferiority complex in his heart was overcome by desire, he didn't want to be silent anymore, and asked the question he wanted to know the most.

He looked at her smiling face fascinatedly, as if meeting the only warm sun in his life.

She turned her beautiful eyes, and then replied: "My name is Mo Qingge, you can call me Qing'er."