General, Madam Called You To Farm

Yun Shuang saw the golden sore medicine and cotton cloth in his hand and realized that she had misunderstood him.

She suppressed her embarrassment and said calmly: It's just a minor injury, no need to deal with it.

Jiang Guanchao frowned and looked at her: Did you do the same in Baihua Palace?

Of course that's not the case. Just because she's not afraid of getting hurt doesn't mean she won't heal afterward.

But if you don't say that, how can you cover up the embarrassment just now?

It was as if in her eyes, he only came to her for one thing - to detoxify her.

Um.

Yunshuang responded perfunctorily.

Jiang Guanchao sat down on the stool beside her, put the golden sore medicine on the table, unfolded a clean cotton cloth and said, You are not Cheng Xin, so you don't have to learn everything.

Yun Shuang was stunned for a moment before she realized what he was referring to.

She looked at her bloody hand, and then at his gauze-wrapped palm: I didn't follow your example.

He once saved her from the Fuso killer with a knife in his bare hands.

Jiang Guanchao poured a cup of clean tea and poured it little by little on the cotton cloth: Palace Master Yun, your injury is the same as mine, which will cause misunderstanding.

Yunshuang glared at him: You are already half-dead. I advise you to save your energy in speaking. Don't die in my room soon.

You can't die by talking.

Jiang Guanchao said calmly.

After saying that, both of them felt something was wrong.

Jiang Guanchao changed the subject: What's going on with Xiaobao?

Yun Shuang turned her face away: What are you doing?

Jiang Guanchao said nothing and held her injured hand.

Yun Shuang stiffened and immediately pulled her hand back: I'll do it myself!

Jiang Guanchao held her wrist and said calmly: Palace Master Yun, I have no objection to you. If you are so nervous, are you shy towards me?

Yun Shuang said coldly: I just asked you to cure my love poison twice. Don't be so sentimental.

Jiang Guanchao wiped the blood on her hands with a wet cotton cloth: Yes, only twice.

Yunshuang choked.

Both times, I took the initiative...it was indeed a bit shameful.

Yun Shuang would not lose in an argument.

Yun Shuang chuckled and said, Coalition Leader Jiang cares so much. Could it be that that night on the mountain was the first time?

Jiang Guanchao paused while cleaning her wounds.

Yun Shuang opened her eyes wide: Really? You've never touched a woman?

As we all know, there are two different things between a man not getting married and a man not being close to women.

And even if they don't look like women on the surface, there are also quite a few who secretly linger in the flowers.

When an ordinary woman comes here, she should ask who you are protecting your body for.

Yun Shuang's eyes suddenly glowed green and she grabbed Jiang Guanchao's wrist:

Are you practicing the long-lost boy's skill?

Jiang Guanchao, who didn't lift his breath, said: ...

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After treating Yun Shuang's injuries, Jiang Guanchao went back to the house and took a shower.

When he came out of the penthouse, he saw the mute slave standing in front of the bed, holding a half-filled basin of water in his hand.

Jiang Guanchao glanced at the wet bed calmly: I'll make the floor tonight.

The mute slave stepped forward and blatantly poured half the basin of water in his hand onto the ground with a splash.

Jiang Guanchao: ...

Jiang Guanchao closed his eyes and said coldly: I'll give you a quarter of an hour to clean up for me!

The mute slave held up a sign with black and white writing on it: She is the little girl back then, right?

Jiang Guanchao: No.

The mute slave turned down a page, and it had already been written on it: You lied.

Jiang Guanchao looked at the mute slave coldly.

The mute slave continued to turn the page: You let her go and were punished by the old alliance leader, but you didn't dare to tell her that you were -

A vivid, trembling egg is drawn below the text.

Put it together: coward.

Jiang Guanchao clenched his fists: Are you looking for death?

The mute slave turned another page: I will tell her even if I become a ghost.

The mute slave was speechless when he was young. When he grew up, his favorite thing to study was guessing his master's words.

From the beginning I couldn't guess a word correctly, but later I was able to guess everything.

Even worse now, Jiang Guanchao's every reaction was guessed by him.

Just as Jiang Guanchao was about to speak, the mute slave turned another page, which read: The person she likes is Ji Minglou, both in the past and now.

The principle of the mute slave: speak the leader's words and leave the leader speechless.

Jiang Guanchao felt a headache and pressed the center of his eyebrows. He put his fingers together and touched the acupuncture points of the mute slave from a distance.

Bada.

The mute slave lost strength and the wooden sign in his hand fell to the ground.

A piece of white paper floated out from inside, and it was written angrily in extremely rough cursive: I knew you would hit my hole and prevent me from looking for her! Hahaha! I have already found her!

Jiang Guanchao rushed out of the door!

Yun Shuang was sitting in the room, with a steaming food box in front of her that the mute slave had just brought over.

Just as she was about to open the food box, Jiang Guanchao opened the ajar door and walked in.

He arrived in a hurry, wearing thin pajamas, wet hair scattered on his shoulders, wetting his chest and back, and his perfect and strong body was clearly visible.

Running into a woman's room like this is honestly a bit misleading.

However, having learned from the past, Yunshuang was more cautious this time.

She looked at the gauze wrapped around her wrist and asked, Is there anything else?

The injury was taken care of, and Yun Shuang couldn't figure out why he came here again.

Jiang Guanchao's eyes swept across the room: Did the mute say anything to you?

Um?

Yun Shuang was stunned and looked at him in confusion.

When he realized who he was referring to, his eyes became even more confused.

As if to ask, if the attendant is mute, why can he speak?

If he could speak, why would you call him mute?

Jiang Guanchao was so used to it that he temporarily forgot that Yun Shuang didn't know the mute slave's unique way of speaking - writing small cards.

He just brought the food and left.

Yunshuang said.

Jiang Guanchao knew Mute, and he said that if he found it, he would definitely leave a clue.

Jiang Guanchao's eyes fell on the food box.

Most likely it's inside.

When Jiang Guanchao was deciding between taking away the food or knocking it over, Yun Shuang's stomach growled.

People in the world are informal, so Yun Shuang doesn't feel embarrassed about her stomach growling.

She glanced at Jiang Guanchao: Do you want to eat?

Um.

Jiang Guanchao responded casually and sat down opposite Yunshuang.

Yun Shuang raised her hand, and Jiang Guanchao held down the food box before her: I'll do it.

Yun Shuang looked at him and put down her hand.

As Jiang Guanchao opened the food box, he carefully looked at whether there was a note that the mute had stuffed inside.

Fortunately, there was no danger.

After eating midnight snack, seeing that Jiang Guanchao still had no intention of leaving, Yun Shuang asked, Still not leaving?

Jiang Guanchao didn't find the mute's snitch, so of course he couldn't leave.

But Jiang Guanchao had no reason to stay...

I have something to tell you...about Fuso Miko.

Yunshuang looked at him seriously: You tell me.

Jiang Guanchao opened his mouth, his eyes swept across the wardrobes and boxes in the room, and finally landed on Yun Shuang's bed.

Yunshuang frowned: Where are you looking?

Jiang Guanchao denied subconsciously: I didn't watch it.

You are obviously watching. Yun Shuang looked back at the pillow he had been staring at, Is there something there?

No!

Jiang Guanchao said immediately.

Yun Shuang frowned: No, the pillow has been moved.

She stood up and walked towards the bed.

As soon as she reached out to pick up the pillow, Jiang Guanchao caught up with her, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her towards him.

Yun Shuang struggled for a moment, her center of gravity lost balance, and she fell towards the cold and hard bed.

Her foot kicked Jiang Guanchao's calf. Jiang Guanchao's sole slipped, and his tall and strong body pressed down on her defenselessly.

He grabbed the soft pillow and put it under her body in time, his arms tightly protecting her.

A piece of white paper with wet ink flew out.

Yunshuang caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye and was about to turn her head.

Jiang Guanchao raised his generous palm and covered her eyes.

He reached for the white paper with his other hand, but failed to find it. The bright words were stuck on the ground.

Yun Shuang took away his hand covering her eyes: Jiang Guanchao, you——

Jiang Guanchao looked at the black and white writing on the ground, his forehead felt hot, and he said, I'm having a seizure, don't move.

Yunshuang really didn't move.

Jiang Guanchao closed his eyes in annoyance and thought with a toothache: I didn't mean that... I just wanted to say...

Cute, with a bad smile