Quick cure: After the yandere boss turns black

There was silence in the camp.

Shen Xiangju tucked Mu Qing's quilt in, and when he glanced at it, a dark red flash appeared in his pupils, which made his heart twitch.

Shen Xiangju pursed his lips into a straight line, looked at Mu Qing's pale sleeping face, and carefully held her hand.

He untied the gauze on her palm bit by bit, nervously watching Mu Qing's reaction several times throughout the process, not daring to use any more force for fear of hurting her or waking her up.

After untying the gauze, he was sweating all over. When he saw the bone-deep scars on her palms, his heart felt as cold as if a piece of ice had been stuffed into it.

Shen Xiangju rubbed his red eyes, picked up the bottles and jars on the table, and found the medicine.

After giving Mu Qing the medicine, Shen Xiangju came out of the tent.

The cold wind enveloped him instantly, and the sweat on his back became cold and stuck to his clothes.

The housekeeper just came over.

Shen Xiangju wrapped his clothes tightly, and his heart ached when he thought about the injury on Mu Qing's hand, "Why is the prince so seriously injured? Didn't you say that she is very powerful in martial arts?"

The main reason is that the location of the injury is too special.

The sword has no eyes on the battlefield, but he really can't think of how to hurt the palm of his hand.

The housekeeper shook his head: "I don't know either. I heard that a soldier was almost killed, but the prince saved his life."

Shen Xiangju said nothing more.

It's completely bright outside.

The housekeeper remembered something and told Shen Xiangju where his attendants were arranged.

Shen Xiangju: "I understand."

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Shen Xiangju went to see the attendant.

The attendant has also woken up.

Both of them were fine, but they were too tired from the journey.

There were only two of them left in the tent.

The attendant pinched the soft and slippery fabric of Shen Xiangju's clothes on his shoulders, with a teasing look in his eyes, "Young Master is worthy of being a Young Master, your progress is going so fast."

The attendant was very dissatisfied with Mu Qing at first.

If it weren't for her, the young master wouldn't have suffered so much and come here.

But along the way, I saw how determined the young master was. Different from his usual sloppiness in the house, he seemed to have his own goals and determination, full of vitality and shining brightly.

He thinks such a young man is not bad.

Shen Xiangju knew what he was talking about, and his heart was filled with excitement, but the truth was disappointing, "It's not what you think."

The attendant was disappointed, "I thought the young master got what he wanted."

Shen Xiangju:......

The attendant quickly regretted what he had just said and glanced at Shen Xiangju cautiously, "Actually, this is fine... Although the young master and the prince are engaged, they are not married yet, and before marriage... it is unbecoming of everyone."

Shen Xiangju didn't think it was anything.

He was never a follower of rules.

After leaving the attendant, it was already dawn outside.

It was midsummer in the capital at this time, but the border was cold and windy.

A certain thought in Shen Xiangju was about to stir again, like a seed that had been buried deep in his heart for a long time, struggling to break out.

Opening the curtain of the main camp tent, he looked at Mu Qing, who was still sleeping, and a dark color gradually spread in his eyes.

...

"What do you want to do?" Mu Qinggang's voice sounded a little hoarse when she woke up.

It was getting late again, candles were lit in the tent, and the dim light made the place ambiguous and warm.

Mu Qing lay flat on the bed, with a round curve in the middle of the quilt.

Mu Qing didn't open his eyes, and pressed the boy's head through the quilt.

Although it restricted the movement of his head, it did not restrict other things...

Not knowing what happened, Mu Qing suddenly opened her eyes, lifted the quilt, half raised her body, and looked down at her waist with dark eyes.

The young man's eyes and mouth were wet with water, his long black hair stuck to his cheeks, and the sultry air in the quilt gave his thick eyelashes a layer of hazy mist, which set off the delicate white cheeks, pure and beautiful. want.

He relaxed his mouth and smiled at her, his expression was so innocent but his eyes seemed to have hooks in his eyes, "I just learned it from Qinglan."

Mu Qing frowned slightly, stretched out a finger to point between his eyebrows, and pushed him away, "Who is Qinglan?"

Shen Xiangju licked the corner of his lips and thought it tasted good. He originally thought it would be difficult to accept it, "Your Majesty is so heartless. He has only been to Hongyilou for a short time and he forgot about Qinglan."

When he mentioned Hong Yilou, Mu Qing knew that her IQ was enough to figure out the twists and turns of his misunderstanding.

She said expressionlessly: "I didn't order him."

Shen Xiangju's eyebrows suddenly widened, and he looked at her with surprise and expectation, "Your Majesty, tell the truth."

Mu Qing nodded.

Shen Xiangju also felt that she would not tell lies, there was no need, and lies were born out of worries.

Shen Xiangju thought about it carefully, and there were traces. It seemed that he had misunderstood. His eyes brightened when he pursed his lips and smiled, "I misunderstood."

After speaking, he held Mu Qing's finger and lowered his head.

Mu Qing frowned, "Shen Xiangju,"

Shen Xiangju's voice was vague, "Huh?"

"..." Mu Qing grabbed his arm and lifted him up.

Shen Xiangju exclaimed and fell on Mu Qing. When he raised his eyes, he met a pair of bottomless black eyes.

He bit his lower lip, and a shiver ran down his back like an electric shock. He was a little scared and asked timidly: "You don't like it?"

Mu Qing looked at him without speaking.

The hot temperature under his body told him that it was not what he had guessed.

While feeling it, Shen Xiangju looked at Mu Qing's face that looked particularly abstinent because of the coldness. This contrast aroused a fire in his heart. He suddenly became bolder and deliberately twisted his body. He was satisfied to hear the sound in Mu Qing's throat. A groan escaped.

"I think you should like it quite a lot."

Mu Qing pinched his neck, changed their positions, and pressed him down. She was satisfied to see the boy's frightened face, which was dim and unclear in the shadows, "Shen Xiangju, you shouldn't Stir up the fire.”

The hand on his neck used strength to restrain him tightly, as if if he advanced any further he would break his neck, as if to say that he was not kidding.

Shen Xiangju was unsure, what if she really didn't like it?

Although it doesn’t look like you don’t like it, maybe it’s because you like it physically but don’t like it in your heart?

Shen Xiangju's eyes were slightly moist, looking pitiful, "But, after getting married, it will happen sooner or later..."

Mu Qing: ...

She had never thought about such a thing before today.

Mu Song opened his neck and got up from him, put on his clothes neatly, and got out of bed, "Don't do this again..."

Just as he was about to leave, there was a pulling force behind him.

Looking back, the young man pulled her sleeves and lowered his head, looking a little pitiful, "But, but I want to..."

"..." Mu Qing turned around and pinched his chin to make him look up.

His face was exposed to the candlelight, and his beautiful and delicate little face was slightly raised. Looking at him from this condescending angle, the desire to destroy and ravage in his heart was even greater.

Mu Qing's eyes were dark, "I haven't finished what I just said. If you continue like this, you will not be able to bear the consequences."