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The moonlight was just right, and the huge moon in the night sky shone with a faint light, reflecting in the yard, illuminating a place that was not considered dark.

Just after dinner, the Mu family was still sitting in the courtyard chatting and eating. Taking advantage of their free time, Ruan He took out a special medicinal solution and planned to wash away the slave mark for Zhang and his daughter.

Zhang's slave mark was left on her forehead, which was not very obvious. It was covered by thick black hair and was almost invisible. This tattooed slave mark was not a big trouble for her, but Mu Qinghong, As the weather gradually warmed up, she felt sad and distressed every time she looked at the words on her cheek in the mirror.

Due to offending the engraving officer, Mu Qinghong had a large and abrupt tattoo carved on one side of his cheek. Normally, he barely covered it with his hair and wrapped it with a thick scarf so as not to overdo it. obvious.

But if in the next month or so, the summer in the capital becomes scorching hot, Mu Qinghong will no longer be able to wear a big scarf, and she doesn't know how to cover up such a big tattoo.

In a crowded and lively place like the capital, Mu Qinghong almost didn't have the dignity to walk out of the house with such a big tattoo.

When Ruan He took out a small bronze mirror from the house, Mu Qinghong didn't notice her intention yet. He looked at it blankly and asked in confusion: "Sister-in-law, what are you doing with the mirror?"

The sudden big tattoo on Mu Qinghong's face has always been a sharp thorn in her girl's mind. It makes her feel a dull pain from time to time. She clearly cares about it, but she can only feel sad at night because she doesn't want to cause trouble to her family. distressed.

Ruan He had noticed a long time ago that Mu Qinghong always rubbed the left side of her face intentionally or unintentionally, or used her palm to cover the side of her face, which was enough to show that she was very concerned about this tattoo.

This is not difficult to understand. After all, Mu Qinghong is just a teenage girl in her prime, and she has a good appearance. However, such an ugly slave mark was suddenly carved on her beautiful and fair face, which was destroyed by force. No wonder he cares so much about his beautiful facial features.

Facing Mu Qinghong's confused gaze, Ruan He blinked in a mysterious manner and said with a chuckle: "The mirror will be shown to you later, you will know it soon."

While speaking, Ruan He waved to Mu Qinghong and motioned for her to sit down on the bench next to her.

"Come on, sit down first."

Since he had helped Aunt Zong and Mu Yunxiao wash the slave marks before, Ruan He had become much more skilled in his skills. He had even prepared various tools for washing the slave marks in advance, such as small brushes.

She didn't plan to inform Mu Qinghong of her intentions in advance. On the one hand, it was to prevent her from being too scared, and on the other hand, she also wanted to give her a little surprise.

At Ruan He's signal, Mu Qinghong sat down on the small bench in a daze. She sat upright obediently and raised her head. Her bright almond-shaped eyes stared at her sister-in-law without knowing why.

Anyway, whatever her sister-in-law does is right, she just has to do it, and her sister-in-law won't harm her.

Ruan He poured the special spiritual spring liquid out of the small jar and soaked it in the liquid carefully with a small wooden brush.

Since he didn't know what his sister-in-law was doing, Mu Qinghong watched her every move with confusion and curiosity. He didn't understand what those liquids were for, so he just asked enthusiastically: "Sister-in-law, I need Help? What should I do?"

Ruan He was concentrating on the matter in front of her. When she heard Mu Qinghong's inquiry, she raised her eyes slowly and casually commanded: "Well, you... take off the scarf around your neck first, don't you?" I feel so hot." The huge and ugly tattoo on his face made Mu Qinghong wear his own thick scarf all the time. After hearing this, he paused slightly, but he still obeyed his sister-in-law's words and obediently tied the scarf around his neck. took off his scarf.

The tattoo on her cheek was a dull pain to Mu Qinghong. After putting the scarf she took off aside, she faintly raised her hand, subconsciously and gently caressed the shining slave mark, as if to cover it up. Actions.

The next moment, a warm hand gently placed on her hand, and Mu Qinghong heard Ruan He's gentle and clear voice with a faint smile in her ears.

"Okay, you don't need to do anything now, just close your eyes with peace of mind."

Mu Qinghong always listened to her sister-in-law's words. After hearing these words, she simply closed her eyes and looked a little confused.

After she closed her eyes, she only noticed Ruan He's hand gently stroking the broken hair on the side of her face. It seemed that she noticed that the tattoos that were usually hidden could easily appear in front of people. Mu Qinghong froze and subconsciously wanted to raise her hand. Although he was blocked, a soft comforting voice came to his ears again.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, trust me."

Mu Qinghong stiffly raised her hand, and after hearing Ruan He's words, she lowered her hand again, hanging by her side. Her long eyelashes trembled a few times, as if she vaguely guessed what her sister-in-law was going to do. What, but I can’t believe it.

Ruan He gently pressed the brush stained with Lingquan liquid on the tattoo on Mu Qinghong's cheek, gently stroked her broken hair with one hand, and neatly and carefully applied the liquid evenly on the large tattoo. Above.

After a while, she put the brush in her hand aside, carefully looked at the tattoo that was obviously faded, and greeted softly: "Qinghong, hold your hair down, don't get the medicine on your face."

After Mu Qinghong stiffened, she suddenly opened her eyes, responded softly, raised her hand to suppress the broken hair on the side of her face, raised her eyes, looked at her sister-in-law carefully, and asked hesitantly: "Sister-in-law, You were just..."

Ruan He took the bronze mirror that had just been set aside, handed it over, and said, "I'm helping you wash the slave seal tattoo. Come, take a look at the mirror. Is it a lot lighter?"

As soon as he mentioned the large tattoo on his cheek, Mu Qinghong took the bronze mirror stiffly, raised his eyes carefully, and stared at the face reflected in the mirror.

The blurry surface of the bronze mirror reflected her fair and delicate face. There was only a faint trace of the originally large tattoo on her cheek, and the liquid that had just been applied could still be seen on it.

The mirror reflected Mu Qinghong's pair of apricot eyes that suddenly widened, full of surprise, and he looked over and over in disbelief.

"When you go to bed tonight, try not to press this side of your face. Let's get some air. When you wake up tomorrow, the slave marks on your face should be basically clean."

Ruan He confessed, then called Mrs. Zhang over, and took advantage of the opportunity to wash away the slave mark on her forehead. (End of chapter)