Was the whole group wiped out in the previous life? Reborn to drag the crippled king into the bridal

Chu Xuanchi sat in a wheelchair, feeling that his body no longer belonged to him, and was so stiff that he could not control it.

Mo Zhaohua gently pulled with her small hand, untied his belt, and Rouyi lifted it up, hanging it on the screen beside him.

Then she reached out to his collar and was about to undress him, but he could no longer sit still and grabbed her hand.

His palms were burning and his throat was dry. "Zhao Zhao, why don't I do it myself? I feel like you are playing with fire."

Mo Zhaohua pulled her hand out and said, "No, I am actually testing your willpower. Please be patient."

A test of concentration?

She clearly wants to kill him!

Chu Xuanchi begged, "It's late at night, can we test you again next time?"

It wasn't that he couldn't stand her test, it was just too late and he wanted her to rest early.

If he really wanted to test her, there would be plenty of time for that in the future. She had worked too hard today, and he didn't want her to work any more.

Acupuncture seems simple, but it is actually very stressful. She has already performed acupuncture twice today and should have taken a rest.

"Okay, then next time." Mo Zhaohua yawned tiredly, with a sparkling look at the corners of his eyes.

Chu Xuanchi undressed quickly. While Mo Zhaohua was still taking off his coat, he had already plunged into the water with a splash.

Flower petals were floating on the surface of the bath water, and as the water splashed, the flower petals around him also floated around along with the turbulent bath water.

He used his hands to move his body in the water, leaning his back against the wall of the tub, and then stretched his hands and placed them on the edge of the tub.

At this time, Mo Zhaohua only had his underwear on. She hesitated for a moment and did not continue to take it off. After all, she did not want to test his willpower.

Chu Xuanchi looked at her bare feet, walking towards him step by step, her small and delicate feet not even big enough to fit in one hand.

He couldn't help swallowing and called her softly, "Zhao Zhao..."

Mo Zhaohua walked to the edge of the bath and turned around, "My dear, do I look good?"

"Beautiful..." Chu Xuanchi already felt her test, "My Zhao Zhao is the most beautiful."

Even if she said she would test him next time, for him, even her silence was a test.

Mo Zhaohua looked into the bathtub. Flower petals were floating around him. He couldn't see his body underwater, but he could imagine it.

Just now when she was undressing, she caught a glimpse of his body from the corner of her eye. Her face felt like it was on fire and she felt uneasy.

But then he changed his mind and realized that he had already died a tragic death once, so there was no need to panic. He calmed down.

Facing him again now, she seemed calmer than him, as if he was the only one who was truly shy.

She then entered the bathtub, parted the petals around his body, and carefully examined his entire body, even his scars.

Chu Xuanchi earned his title of God of War through battle after battle. During his years of fighting in southern Xinjiang, he suffered countless injuries, both major and minor.

The most powerful proof is the criss-crossing scars on his body, which is also the reason why Mo Zhaohua checked.

Some injuries cannot be truly healed once they are cured, and may leave hidden dangers. She wanted to do her best to ensure that there were no hidden dangers in his body.

Mo Zhaohua examined him carefully from head to toe. Because she only treated him as a patient and not a man, she remained extremely calm.

It was just a pity for Chu Xuanchi, as he was seen naked by a woman, and she was his beloved wife. Even his breathing became hot.

Especially when her soft little hands touched his body, he felt an indescribable wonderful feeling.

Mo Zhaohua sensed his abnormality and said, "Relax, Your Majesty. Don't treat me as your woman. Just treat me as your doctor."

"Zhao Zhao treats me as a patient now?" Chu Xuanchi was just curious as to why she could face him so calmly.

While examining, Mo Zhaohua answered, "Yes, doctors do not differentiate between men and women. This is the only way to concentrate."

Chu Xuanchi took a deep breath, "Okay, then I'll give it a try..."

Mo Zhaohua added: "If Your Majesty can't do it, you can close your eyes and think of something else to distract yourself."

Chu Xuanchi was facing her while they were still in the bathtub. He really couldn't treat her as a doctor, so he simply closed his eyes.

He tried not to think about her and instead recalled his days in southern Xinjiang. Soon he felt much better.

In this way, Mo Zhaohua would no longer be affected by him, and the inspection would be more convenient and quicker.

Finally, when she finished the examination, Chu Xuanchi breathed a sigh of relief, "Is Zhao Zhao relieved now?"

Mo Zhaohua shook his head. "No, but at least I have a better idea of ​​how to deal with it in the future."

Chu Xuanchi was shocked. "What? Could it be that I have some hidden illness? Has it really damaged my offspring?"

He could care less about other things, but the last point was really unacceptable. He was still looking forward to having children with Mo Zhaohua.

"My dear husband, don't think too much. It's just that I have too many old injuries and I need to take good care of myself, otherwise I will develop a chronic illness. It's not what you said."

Mo Zhaohua comforted him with a smile, "Okay, the inspection is over, it's time for me to help my husband take a bath..."

***

the next morning.

Mo Zhaohua followed Chu Xuanchi to the study.

Next to Chu Xuanchi's desk, there was another smaller desk.

The four treasures of the study were placed on the table. Chu Xuanchi had asked Wuying to prepare them last night.

Wuying was not on duty last night, so he went to the warehouse late at night to pick things, and that's how he got these things.

Mo Zhaohua's important books had been brought along with her dowry, and now "Su Xin Yao Shu" was on the desk.

She was already aware of Chu Xuanchi's injuries, and next she needed to think of a way to treat him while avoiding the eyes and ears of all parties.

In her previous life, she had memorized "Su Xin Yao Shu" by heart, so there was actually no need for her to read it, but she still held the book and pretended to read it.

On the surface, he was looking for solutions in the book, but in fact he was thinking hard, while Chu Xuanchi was working quietly beside him.

Since he has returned to Shengjing, no one knows whether he will return to Southern Xinjiang in the future, so it is natural for him to establish his own foundation.

Although the Duke of Protectorate's Mansion has been destroyed, the Duke of Protectorate still has certain connections who can provide him with assistance in secret.

In addition, some generals who were originally in southern Xinjiang returned to Shengjing one after another, and they were also willing to stand on his side.

Relying on the connections left by the Duke of Protectorate and his former subordinates, he has built up some foundation over the past six months.

But under the nose of Emperor Wenzong, and with people from all sides also watching, he had to be cautious in everything he did.

For example, he has seven guards with the surname Ying. Because they are in southern Xinjiang, they call themselves the Seven Sons of the Southern Dipper, but only four of them appear on a daily basis.

There are three others, but even Mo Zhaohua doesn't know about them yet. Since she hasn't seen them yet, he has no plans to tell her for the time being.

Mo Zhaohua racked his brains but couldn't come up with a good idea. He sat for a long time and felt a little sore in his back, so he stretched.

Chu Xuanchi glanced over when he heard the voice, "Zhao Zhao must be tired, do you want to rest for a while? Have a cup of tea and some cakes?"

Mo Zhaohua immediately put away the medical book and said, "Okay, my husband, it's time to rest. Let's have some tea and snacks together."

Chu Xuanchi glanced at the box on the bookshelf, his eyes dimmed, "Okay, I'll tell Zhao Zhao something by the way."