Farmhouse pretty cook

Chapter 177: Taking Medicine for Injury (5)
"Became a monk?" He Liancheng's brows were slowly drawn together, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

What does it mean that there are not many good things, and what does it mean that it is better to become a monk than to marry a man?What is this, isn't he a good man?

It was the first time for General Helian to reflect on his own character, but after much deliberation, he couldn't figure out what he was not a good man.

But it doesn't matter, she can't leave the house, as long as he says a word, no one in the Buddhist practice places in the Southern Jin Kingdom would dare to take her in.

Therefore, no matter what the cause is, no matter what the process is, the end is the same, and that is enough.

"It's none of your business, don't talk," Mu Xiang ignored him, this wound needs to be dealt with quickly!

He An didn't know what the two were arguing about, so he boiled hot water and brought it in with a bucket.

Seeing that Mu Xiang was cleaning the wound for his master, he was still very worried.

"Uh, how about I..." He An didn't have a chance to finish his sentence because his master gave him a warning look.

Wu Qing was standing outside, seeing He An's gunshot in confusion.

Stepped in directly, and lifted him out, "You help me deal with the wound, and you don't go past the master, and if you don't grow eyes, be careful that the master cramps you!"

He An fiercely covered his mouth, his eyes widened to the maximum.

Uh... His master's taste is really special.That girl Mu Xiang, apart from being pretty and juicy, is neither gentle nor ladylike.

Not moving at all, beating or swearing, such a vulgar woman has to be eaten by her master, isn't he afraid of indigestion?

Seeing that He An was silent and muttering with his head down, Wu Qing knew that this kid must have no good intentions, so he had to remind him, "Master's business, it's not your turn to talk, and you know Miss Mu's temper. It's best not to provoke her, otherwise, if you provoke her, if she doesn't forgive you, the master will tie you up and send you to her, where you can be killed or cut, and then you will be miserable."

"No, I've followed my master since I was a child!" He An opened his mouth so wide that he could stuff a duck egg.

"So what, if the master wants to marry Mu Xiang back to the mansion, let alone sacrificing you, even sacrificing the emperor, he will definitely not hesitate to do so," Wu Qingcai ignored his astonishment, with a gloating tone.

He An still doesn't believe it, the former believes it, but the latter doesn't believe it.

Believe it or not, only when things come to an end can there be an answer.

The voices of the two people outside were very low, which did not affect the two people in the room.

This is the first time Mu Xiangchuan has treated the wound since she came here.To be honest, she was a little excited.

Wipe off the condensed blood on the edge of the wound with a scalded damp cloth.

She didn't dare to use too much force, because the wound on He Liancheng's chest was really deep, and bright red blood would flow out with a slight touch.

The wound was close to the chest, if it was longer and deeper, it might stab the heart.Really dangerous.

As for the one on the arm, it was five inches long, not too deep, but the wound was too long, and the sword that cut him was too sharp. During their running, the wound was pulled, and the skin turned outward, looking Very hideous.

Seeing his injury like this, Mu Xiang couldn't help sighing, "How long have you been driving to tear the wound like this? On this part of the chest, put some medicine and bandage it. As long as you don't move, it will be fine. , but on this arm, it is best to suture, otherwise it will be difficult to heal."

He Liancheng was still a little relaxed because of her approaching breathing, and only listened to her mention of stitching.

"what?"

Mu Xiang originally leaned her upper body, her head close to his chest.Hearing his question, he raised his head.

This lifting was originally unimportant, but the key point was that the two were too close.When Mu Xiang raised her head, her nose and mouth almost brushed against his cheek.There is a bit of an ambiguous feeling in it.

Both of them startled at the same time, as if something had spread between each other.

The unintentional collision is the beginning of the entanglement.

At this moment, He Liancheng only felt his mind buzzing.He could see nothing, hear nothing.

He only saw the face close at hand, and only heard his own beating heart.

The breath is full of the sweet fragrance of the daughter's home.Slightly lowering his gaze, he saw Muxiang Fenfen's mouth, which seemed to be delicious, at least he had lived for more than twenty years, and he had never been so greedy, he really wanted to have a bite.

Mu Xiang is a little bit better than him, apart from the good touch in the palm of his hand and the good figure of someone, there is nothing superfluous about it.

Of course, the premise is that she has to ignore the itchy feeling in the bottom of her heart, as if there are a few small bugs scratching and scratching in the bottom of her heart.

She was so scratched that she really wanted to touch it again, or a hug is also okay, or, a kiss?
As soon as this thought floated through his mind, it was ruthlessly smashed to pieces.

It's normal, this man has such a good figure, it's okay to be a rotten girl once in a while.

Snapped!
A slight abnormal noise interrupted the ambiguous stalemate between the two.

Mu Xiang pushed He Liancheng away, stood up from him, and rubbed her hands awkwardly, "Uh, that, oops, I mean I'm going to stitch up your wound, really, if you want to ask, I'll I won't laugh at you."

He Liancheng had already adjusted his mentality. Seeing her incoherent speech, he laughed and said, "Then listen to you, and I will cooperate with whatever you want."

He put on an appearance of letting the king be in a hurry, and he was so entangled with Mu Xiang.Moreover, if she heard correctly, the man's voice seemed to be a few degrees lower.

At first it was just low, but now it is low and hoarse, even...a bit seductive.

snort!The hateful man must be teasing her.

Mu Xiang gritted her teeth, she has many ways to deal with unconscious people!
There are needles at home, but there are disinfections and no anesthetics.

After thinking for a while, Mu Xiang brought over the wine bought at home to make sausages last time, and handed it to him, "Here, drink this, it won't hurt so much when you suture later."

(End of this chapter)