The tyrant only favors the alluring concubine

Chapter 38

When Han Qianmo woke up, the first person he wanted to see was Bai Liruo. Feng Mochen smiled sullenly, and someone actually brought Bai Liruo from Nanny Hua. Seeing Bai Liruo enter the door with the help of the maid, He seemed considerate to take Bai Liruo from the maid.

Han Qianmo supported his weak body, stood up slightly, without a trace of blood on his pale face, not looking at Feng Mochen's provocative eyes, and said earnestly, "Li Ruo, are you okay?"

Bai Liruo was held in Feng Mochen's arms, and there was no pain anywhere in his body. Feng Mochen's hand around her slender waist followed the trend to hold her little hand, exerting a little force, Bai Liruo broke into cold sweat in pain.

"I'm fine..." Bai Liruo shook his head, his face pale.

Feng Mochen smiled slightly, put his palm on her cheek, and said gently, "Ruo'er, why do you look so ugly? I'll take you back to rest..."

Bai Liruo's feet were in burning pain, and the feeling of dizziness made her lean against Feng Mochen's arms weakly, nodding her head slowly, cold sweat falling down.

Feng Mochen pursed his lips, kissed the cold sweat off her cheeks, hugged her lazily, and said with a smile, "Qian Mo, my wife is not feeling well, I took her down..."

Han Qianmo couldn't hide the loneliness in his eyes, before he could answer, Feng Mochen had already left with Bai Liruo in his arms.

In Chen Hexuan's bedroom, Feng Mochen kicked the door, his expression immediately returned to his usual indifference, he threw Bai Liruo on the bed, and sneered, "Princess, how are you learning the rules?"

Bai Liruo was so painful that he almost fainted, his face was as pale as paper, "My lord, you have learned the rules well—"

Feng Mochen obviously didn't intend to let her go easily, and his words were rude, all dirty words.

The voice in the inner room was clearly transmitted to the eardrums, and the heart was divided into eight petals by this charming and primitive voice. The maid standing beside her seemed a little embarrassed, and said softly, "Mr. ..."

Han Qianmo shook his head and murmured as if talking to himself, "I can't delay any longer..."

He didn't know, he watched Feng Mochen carrying her out, why he followed them by a strange coincidence.

He was afraid that Feng Mochen would hurt her, but in fact, he hoped that Feng Mochen would hurt her...

In that way, he would have a reason to stand up and say to Feng Mochen confidently, "If you don't love her, let me take her away..."

Han Qianmo put two fingers on Xiaoman's wrist, his expression was in a trance, the voice from the inner room in his ear continued to come, and after a while, he got up slowly, went to the table and spread out the rice paper to make a prescription.

Handing the prescription to the maid on the side, her chapped lips trembled, "Ginger is used as medicine, three bowls of water are boiled into one bowl..."

"Mr. Han, where are you going? Your poison has not been cured..." the servant girl asked while holding the prescription, looking at Han Qianmo Xiao Suo's back.

(End of this chapter)