Bewitching prince my husband

"Young master, the prince ordered me to change the belt for you."

A clear voice sounded, and when I looked up, I realized that Han Yuyi, Han Modiao, who was always elusive, put down his ordinary-looking medicine box, and walked towards me with a pair of sharp-looking iron scissors. .

Change, change the belt?

With snot and tears on my face, I was a little dazed, and then I remembered that the wounds on my body had been ruptured due to the large-scale pulling, and blood oozed out, and the white cloth was stained with demon red blood. dazzling.

"I, I can do it myself." My face was hot, I quickly wiped my face a few times, got up, and wanted to do it myself, but Han Mo Diao pushed me back to the bed.

"do not move."

"..." Stared at by the serious eyes, I didn't dare to move any more, and watched this man undoing the dyed cloth round and round in front of me.

In the last few laps, I was gasping for air because of the wound. I thought that the ruthless doctor in front of me might look down on me even more, but at this moment his voice sounded: "It hurts a lot!" ?"

It was the first time I heard such a soft voice, as if asking a child who was about to cry, it warmed my heart, I gritted my teeth and shook my head: "No, it doesn't hurt."

In fact, the pain was so cold that sweat came out.

"Be patient, it won't hurt after you take the medicine." Han Mo Diao said softly, his hands and feet were also very nimble, and he finished removing the cloth that stuck to my wounds, and saw the hideous and disgusting wounds on my body After the video, he actually frowned, with reproach in his tone: "My lord is too good at dealing with wounds, is this trying to destroy people?"

"..." I didn't answer, thinking maybe that man might just want to destroy me.

"Let me clean it up for you first, it might hurt a little." Han Mo Diao looked at me, with a rare expression of worry on his serious face.

Unable to help, I smiled at him, "Well, it's okay, you can do it."

Han Mo Diao was only slightly taken aback, and then he helped me deal with the wound neatly, although he knew that he had tried his best to be as careful as possible, but in the end the pain made me turn pale and almost faint.

After the treatment was completed, Han Mo Diao, with his professional medical skills, could see my discomfort without my own words, and took a pill for me to swallow.

"This pill relieves pain and improves your stamina."

Without thinking too much, I took the pill after I was grateful.

Seeing that I had taken the medicine, Han Mo Diao started to pack his ordinary-looking medicine box. He wanted to close his eyes and rest, when he heard his voice again: "Actually... the prince is not as bad as you think, you You can try to understand him, although it is his fault that he hurt you now."

I was not surprised when I heard him speak for Chi Zhonghan, let alone annoyed, I looked at his busy figure lightly, and said, "Are you friends?"

The busy figure paused for a moment, then continued to be busy in a non-substantial manner.

"My lord is King Han, and it's me, a petty official, who can call him a friend? It's just that we've known each other for a long time, so we know a little better than ordinary people."

Today, it seems to be warm outside in winter, I wanted to go out, so I got up and walked out lightly, Han Mo Diao had packed up now, seeing that I didn't talk anymore, he followed me out of the room.

Feixue was waiting in the outer room. When she saw us coming out, she bowed her head respectfully and did not speak.Passing her, I came to the courtyard, the steel nail board was no longer there, and Lan You was no longer in the courtyard, the surroundings were back to the way they used to be, everyone was doing his job.

No one came to stop me, no one flattered me, I was happy and at ease.

Sitting down on the steps exposed to the winter sun, I closed my eyes comfortably, but a voice came from the top of my head at this moment: "Young master has injuries, the cold air on the ground will penetrate into the bones, it is not suitable to sit for a long time."

I opened my eyes, "You haven't left yet?"

In the past, after this person helped me treat Chi Zhonghan's injuries, he would immediately disappear. Why did he become so talkative today?

When asked by me, Han Mo Diao was a little embarrassed.It was only when I realized that my words were a bit impolite, I hurriedly explained: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to drive you away...and I'm not qualified to drive you away." I lowered my eyes secretly.

"Then... I'll take my leave first. If you need anything, you can send someone to find me at any time." Han Mo Diao said.

Looking up, the haze in my heart dissipated, overflowing with gratitude, "Well! Thank you."

At this time, there are still people who are willing to treat me so kindly, how can I be more grateful?

Watching Mo Diao leave, I turned my head and lifted it slightly to let the winter warm me, but I know that no matter how warm it is, it will not warm me deep in my heart.

My back felt warm, and I felt someone put a woolen robe on me.

"My lord, it's cold outside."

That was Fei Xue's voice.

I was a little surprised to look up at her still cold and expressionless face. I think she should hate me, and she must hate me.

"Thank you, thank you." I was a little embarrassed.

Feixue stood aside and didn't make a sound. I was a little embarrassed, so I didn't take the initiative to say anything. I pulled the big robe on my body, and continued to face the yard with a blank mind. It doesn't matter how the cold wind blows, even if it is really Cold and sleepy.

After several days in a row, I lived extremely peacefully, so peaceful that even I thought I had entered a dream, my own fantasy, not reality.Chi Zhonghan didn't show up, and Chi Yoyo didn't always jump out at critical moments like before; even Lan You didn't show up, and Feixue was by my side every day... Maybe it was watching me by my side .

It doesn't matter.

This situation is somewhat similar to the previous injuries, so that I am a little used to it.

But there was one thing that was a little different, that was the young imperial physician Han Mo Diao appeared every day, as if it was only right and proper, and he didn't feel awkward.

Just like now, there are two people sitting at the table, Han Mo Diao and I; my hand is placed on the table, and on top of my hand is like a light touch of water, and there is another white hand resting on it without strength.

I asked, "Are there any other big questions I have?"

He replied: "The pulse is stable and recovered well."

I asked, "Then, are you coming tomorrow?"

He replied: "Although he has recovered well, he has not fully recovered, and needs to be recuperated."

I said, "That wouldn't be a daily diagnosis, would it?"

He said: "Your body is not good, I'm afraid there may be deviation."

"..."

"..."

Dad, Chi Zhonghan is a weirdo among weirdos, and everyone around him is also weird!

Dad, Xiao Tuo misses you.