Rebirth of the poisonous concubine

Chapter 117 Don't talk about love, it has nothing to do with Fengyue
Chapter 117 Don't talk about love, it has nothing to do with Fengyue
Ye Muxi was extremely ashamed and annoyed by the scene of being broken by an outsider. She wanted to jump out of Nangong Lin's arms, but just as she let go, the wound on Nangong Lin's back shoulder was filled with blood, instantly staining half of her shoulder red.

Seeing this, Ye Muxi stretched out her hand to press it back again, covered his wound, and said with an expressionless face:
"Leng Xun, what are you still doing in a daze, your son is injured, why don't you let the doctor come here quickly."

Leng Xun looked at Ye Muxi who was sitting in the arms of his elder son giving orders, and instantly had a subtle feeling that she was the hostess.

"Is your son injured?" Leng Xun's face changed, and he grasped the point, "My son, let Shang Lu come here."

Nangong Lin's voice was brisk, and he could hear that he was in a good mood, "It's okay, he's treating Mo Chen, so there's no need to call him over. Just take the hemostatic powder."

"You have been clawed by a tiger, you need to be disinfected first, it's useless to stop the bleeding, in case you get toxin..." Ye Muxi retorted, "You must let the doctor see it."

A smile appeared on Nangong Lin's lips, "Don't worry, I won't be poisoned."

Ye Muxi wanted to say something more, but Leng Xun had already walked in with a bottle of hemostatic powder, and said, "My son is immune to all poisons, fourth girl don't worry."

Hundreds of poisons are not invaded?

Ye Muxi couldn't help but look at Nangong Lin again.God has favored him too much, the most powerful person, the face of a monster like a fairy, his martial arts are unfathomable, and a physique that is invulnerable to all poisons, no wonder so many people in the previous life wanted to murder him, and all kinds of poisons did not kill him. Use it, people will not be poisoned at all.

Leng Xun took care of Nangong Lin's injury, and pulled down the coat on the shoulder blades. Ye Muxi blushed and turned her back to him. She should have got off the carriage to avoid suspicion, but for some reason, she didn't move away.

From the corner of her eyes, Leng Xun bandaged Nangong Lin's wound. Ye Muxi couldn't stand the heavy-handed and inexperienced clumsy appearance. She walked to Nangong Lin with a cold face. Leng Xun said, "Get out of the way, I'll come. With your method, the blood of your sons will be shed."

Leng Xun was silent, but Nangong Lin smiled softly and said, "Sai Huatuo and Shang Lu are here, so there is no chance for him to practice. Leng Xun, you go out."

"Yes." Leng Xun clasped his fists and left.

Ye Muxi bandaged Nangong Lin's left shoulder injury expressionlessly, seeing the bloodstains clearly visible deep into the bones, felt uncomfortable.

Nangong Lin who was clearly injured, but calm in front of him.

At a time of danger, Nangong Lin who fell from the sky to block his claws.

He is not as unkind as the rumors say, he is a living and flesh-and-blood person, but this feeling makes people feel that they should keep a distance from him.

Only the flickering oil lamp remained in the carriage, reflecting two shadows next to each other.

……

The convoy moved silently on the mountain road.

While wrapping Jun Mochen's chest into rice dumplings, Shang Lu said, "Sir, don't drink alcohol and go out recently, you need to lie down and recuperate. That one-eyed dragon kicks too hard, it has already hurt your lungs. If you don't pay attention, you will get hurt even more." Yes. Didn’t the prince prevent you from putting yourself in danger? Why did you come to the bandit’s den?”

Shang Lu is a young man of the same age as Leng Xun. He also wears the same black bodyguard uniform.

Jun Mochen coughed, his face turned pale, "It's okay, there's nothing wrong with it."

"Is this still called harmless? He vomited blood...that is to say, the medicine given by the genius doctor is good. Otherwise, the young master's injury will be in whose hands, and he will not want to get up within three months..." Shang Lu said with staring eyes.

Jun Mochen gave him a wink, but Shang Lu didn't understand it at all, and said to himself, "It doesn't look like a serious problem, but in fact, the internal injury is much more serious than the external injury, the liver is even injured, otherwise why would he vomit blood? And the ribs..."

"Shanglu, go down and boil the medicine." Jun Mochen felt helpless and gave him a kick.

At this time, Ye Qingyao, who was silently sitting beside her, was already full of tears, and the teardrops were falling down in clusters, her eyes were red.

Shanglu didn't know why, so he finally noticed Ye Qingyao. Knowing that he had slipped his words, he smiled awkwardly, "I...I'll go to decoct the medicine."

As soon as he said that, he ran away.

"You..." Jun Mochen felt a headache, he really didn't have much experience in comforting women.

Ye Qingyao silently wiped away her tears, lowered her head, "My lord, I'm sorry..."

"It's not you who hurt me, so why apologize." Jun Mochen said softly, "Then I still have to say I'm sorry, because I let you be kidnapped, let's stop blaming each other, blame the instigator if you want to , has nothing to do with you or me."

Ye Qingyao still blamed herself, "But I..."

"Miss Qingyao, I heard that being in a happy mood can make the injury recover as soon as possible." Jun Mochen interrupted her, changed the topic, and smiled, "Can you sing?"

Ye Qingyao bit her lip, took out a finger-length Polygonatum piccolo from her belt, and said, "I can only play the flute..."

"Exactly, then please ask Ms. Qing Yao to play a song, and I will be in a good mood, and the injury will heal as soon as possible." Jun Mochen pursed his lips and smiled, "If you really feel sorry, this will help me a lot."

Ye Qingyao looked at him, feeling warm in her heart.

Jun Mochen is such a good person.Knowing that you feel guilty, let yourself do something within your power to make you feel better.

No wonder so many women in the world like Mr. Jun, it's really hard for people not to like him.

Ye Qingyao also had a smile on her lips, "Then Qingyao will show her shame. I heard that Mr. Jun is a master of rhythm. It is a rare opportunity. Please ask Mr. Jun to taste it."

The sound of the flute was faint, and it sounded from the carriage, and gradually spread out, the melodious and melodious sound of the flute could be heard by the entire convoy.

The ignorant affection in my heart gradually became firm at this moment.

At first it was admiration.Who doesn't admire Jun Mochen, who is raised in a boudoir, who is famous all over the world.

You are the son of a great general, but you don't have half of the extravagance and lust of the sons of nobles.

Proficient in all aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he is known as the number one literati in a century, but he is never arrogant about his talents.

Gentle as jade, the jade tree faces the wind, and getting along with him feels like a spring breeze, which makes people feel refreshed.

Gentleman's demeanor, brilliance and restraint.

Then there is ignorance.When he praised her calligraphy, his eyes fell on her.He personally guided her, and the opportunities that many people couldn't ask for, happened to fall on her head.

He is modest and gentle, patient and meticulous when explaining calligraphy to her.She didn't despise her because of her humble status.

Such an unattainable character, but in order to protect them and leave, he was beaten and kicked to death, never letting go, never worrying about what would happen if he didn't know martial arts.With such a noble background, in order to cover their departure, they put on women's clothes regardless of their status, without worrying about whether they would be ashamed.

And he didn't do this because he fell in love with someone or deliberately showed courteousness in front of any woman.

Rather, the righteousness that our generation should do is so insignificant.

To him, it's just what a man who stands upright should do.

Jun Mochen didn't know how charming he was when he said that lightly, making Ye Qingyao look at him hopelessly fond of him.

Knowing that so many people like him, knowing that each other's identities are very different, and knowing that it is difficult to marry him, but still can't help liking him.

It's good to see him like this.

Ye Qingyao's gaze fell on Jun Mochen's face, and the sound of the flute seemed a little cheerful.

In the motorcade, Wei Huo, with a piece of grass in his mouth, listened to the sound of the flute from the carriage, and vaguely remembered that Ye Qingyao was in this carriage.

Although I can't understand it at all, but, um...it sounds good!
……

Ye Qingyao came back safe and sound, the old matriarch was worried for half the night, and she felt relieved when she saw them come back.Ye Qingyao is the old matriarch's predecessor, so naturally she doesn't compare with other people, and she is especially concerned about exhortations.Today's matter must not be spread out, so as not to affect the Qing reputation, and now only the old lady and Ye Muxi know about Ye Fu.

Ye Muxi didn't disturb the old lady and Ye Qingyao's gossip, and returned to her own Xiaoxiang Garden. It was already dark, but she didn't feel sleepy.

Sitting on the soft couch, flipping through a miscellaneous book, his eyes fell on the cloth bandage on the back of his hand, and he was suddenly lost.

The red cloth belt, his sleeve.He clearly asked him to bandage her with a handkerchief, but he took her own handkerchief and tore his own clothes to bandage her.That is the woman's private property, the dignified son of Jing'an, to be like this, scoundrel.Is he teasing her?
Unconsciously, he thought of his injury again, and thought of the red clothes stained red with blood.

No matter how much she didn't want to get involved with him, the involvement became deeper and deeper unconsciously.

"Miss, why are you so preoccupied?" Wan Qiu came over with a cup of tea, and asked with a smile, "But I remembered... Lord Shizi?"

Ye Muxi came back to her senses, put down the book in her hand, picked up the tea and poured it lightly, and said in disguise, "I was just thinking that I can't repay you for being rescued by the prince today."

"So miss, do you want to make a promise with your body? That's how it's sung in the playbooks." Ming Hua accepted the words and said with a smile.

Ye Muxi said with a sullen face, "The playbook still sings about being a cow or a horse in the next life to repay you. Don't expect it if you promise with your body, you can be a cow or a horse in the next life. Wan Qiu, go and get the reward from grandma last time." Bring me my southern border snow silkworm silk, I want to cut a suit of clothes."

"Didn't Miss say last time that this piece of fabric is too precious, and she was reluctant to use it, so she put it aside for now, why did she think of making clothes today. Wait a minute, Miss, I'll get it for you." Wan Qiu said in surprise.

Ye Muxi pursed her lips, he ruined a suit of clothes for me, so I returned him a suit of beautiful clothes.

He blocked a claw for me, and I will block a sword for him in the future.

Don't talk about love, it has nothing to do with Fengyue.

……

Cyclops was sent to the government, and the person sent by Prince Jing'an, the prefect of Jiangzhou dared not delay, he was found out for a lot of crimes, but it was a pity that the Lin family was not implicated, and he was sentenced to death.

The business of Yuyanfang is gradually booming, except for a few people such as Jun Mochen, no one else knows that this shop has something to do with Ye Muxi.

The days returned to calm, and under everyone's anxious anticipation, it finally came to May [-]th, the day when the results of the first round of the Chaohuang draft were released.

Early in the morning, Jinghua Palace was already overcrowded.Ye Muxi originally wanted to wait for the news at home, but seeing Ye Qingyao's nervous appearance, she went to Jinghua Palace with her.

(End of this chapter)