The general never takes off his golden armor at night

"Why are you crying, touch your tears quickly, men from our Qing family don't shed tears." This kind of tone that seemed to coax a child really made Qing He laugh.

Uncle Quan got the news at home a long time ago, and was fidgeting. Hearing that Qinghe was back, he hurriedly recruited someone to pick him up.

"My lord, you're back." As he said that, he was about to get into the carriage and carry him down. "There's news from the palace, but I'm so anxious. The doctor has already called to prepare."

Uncle Quan was in a hurry, and squeezed King Qing out, just hoping to get Qing He in as soon as possible.I was just injured and couldn't blow the cold wind inside in late autumn.Prince Qing was a little helpless, but also satisfied. His son was actually loved by someone in his absence.

"Uncle Quan, I'm fine." He even wanted to stand up and get out of the carriage as he said that. He was really desperate, but he was carried into the upper room in the end.

King Qing made peace with Qinghe and left.

The door of the upper room was ajar, Qinghe only had skin trauma, the doctor prescribed some medicine for external application and internal use, and left.Taking advantage of the time to boil the medicine, Qing He left Uncle Quan in the house and let him sit on his bed.

"Uncle Quan, I have a question?" He was still a little embarrassed, his eyes were shining, it must be something bad.

"My lord, just ask if you have anything, the old slave is hiding something from you."

Uncle Quan's words made him even more embarrassed, "That is, does Yuan Su know about my injury?"

He understood Yuan Su, and his gentleness and tenderness in normal times was only because no one touched his bottom line, but this time he was injured, it might not be that simple.

"Young master sent word about the young master, there's no way the young master didn't know about it." Uncle Quan wouldn't hide anything from him, he would say whatever he had.

Qing and Du went out in one breath, but still had a glimmer of hope, "Then where is he now?" It's impossible that he was injured, Yuan Su won't come to see him.

"The young master seems to have some things to deal with, and he hasn't come back yet."

"Okay." Qing He answered casually, feeling a little lost, and lowered his head to put away all his emotions. He was really spoiled by Yuan Su in the past few years, and he hoped that some small things would make Yuan Su feel better. Su knew and got all his care.It's really not like him to feel a little wronged now that he's not here.Qing He laughed at himself and asked Uncle Quan to go out first. He needed to sleep for a while. He hadn't had a good rest since morning.

Yuan Su didn't come back until midnight, and Uncle Quan was already serving dishes, so he was asked to come over for some light dishes.

"Is he asleep already?"

"Well, it's quite ruthless. I'm afraid it will take a few days to get out of bed and walk."

"I'll go to the room to see him first."

Yuan Su's corridor is straight and bright. At night, lights are hung everywhere, there are guards near the upper room, and there seems to be a little maid standing outside the door, but there is no one there.Yuan Su knew that Qing and Xi Jing were also people with low face, and now that they were hurt like this, they probably didn't want others to see him like this.

Seeing him, the little maid wanted to kneel down, but was stopped by Yuan Su, "Go down and rest, I don't need your service here."

The little maid arched her body, bowed before leaving.

Yuan Su pushed open the door, and Qing He was lying there, the pillow under his head was soaked by Harazi, maybe it was still a little painful, and there was a thin trace of sweat on his forehead.

Yuan Su took out a silk handkerchief from nowhere and wiped it clean for him.It was late autumn, the thin quilt on his body was just right, Yuan Su didn't dare to move him, so he pulled the quilt slightly for him.Only then did he leave the room, closed the door, and ate.

Qing He slept until late at night, only waking up after a full sleep, his eyes were still a little blurry.Yuan Su didn't know what to do in front of the desk. When she saw Qing He woke up, she got a glass of water and handed it to him, "You're awake."

Qing He slept for a long time, and his nerves were still awake. After rubbing his eyes, Yuan Su's beauty was fully displayed in front of him, "What time is the reality?"

"It should be midnight." Yuan Su took the empty teacup and put it back. "Does it still hurt?" As he spoke, he took out a small square box from his sleeve, which contained some kind of plaster and gave off a faint fragrance.

"It's a little sore, but not very painful." The soreness Qing He said was physical soreness, and this posture of lying on the stomach for a long time was uncomfortable.Qing He wanted to lie on his side for a while, wanted to turn over and talk to Yuan Su, but he touched the wound with a jerk, and quickly lay back obediently.

"You'd better be honest." Yuan Su opened the box, "This is the medicine I brought from the medical center, the medicine from Yigu, and I will apply it on you at dawn."

Qing He smiled at Yuan Su, so he had no choice but to lie obediently, and suddenly looked at Yuan Su with his head poking around, "Yuan Su, should we have a fight?" Yuan Su's legs.

Yuan Su, "..." "Take a good rest."

Qing He looked at Yuan Su's helpless expression, and the cunning flashed in his eyes. He hugged Yuan Su's leg with both hands, and rubbed his head against a certain position of Yuan Su, "Yuan Su, I want it, You give it to me."

A certain position of Yuan Su raised his head at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and Qing He continued to rub.

Yuan Su, "..." He really wanted to make peace with Qing.

"Yuan Su, do you want it?" As he said, he hooked meaningfully, and his small tongue leaked out, as if he wanted to invite someone to dance with him.

Yuan Su patiently removed Qing He's hand from his body, "Why don't we touch the ointment first."

"Yuan Su, don't you want me?" Qing He stared straight at Yuan Su, as if he had been disliked for a moment, but it made Yuan Su see a trace of cunning in his eyes.

Yuan Su suddenly got on the bed, "I think, then let's do it." There was no time for Qinghe to think, Yuan Su was going to undress his clothes.

Qing He panicked. All he wanted was to make Yuan Su angry, and then he refused on the grounds of injury. In the end, did Yuan Su burn himself in flames? What is the direction now?

Qing He shook his hand, "No, Yuan Su, that's not the case. I'm injured." As he spoke, he was able to squeeze out two tears, and looked at Yuan Su with aggrieved eyes, like looking at a beast.

"Hey, my skills are very good, even if you are injured, I can still make you feel good." Yuan Su pinched his chin and looked at him tenderly.The other hand has already reached into the clothes along the corner of the clothes.

Not knowing where his hand touched, Qinghe called Yuan Su hoarsely, leaned his body, turned over, and lay down on the bed with his buttocks, Qinghe almost burst into tears in pain.