Cannon fodder male concubine dressed as a silly prince

After seeing off Doctor Li, Su Mo found an excuse to send everyone out, then closed the door and walked quickly to Jing Yu's bed.

There were too many people just now, and before he found out the details of the people around him, he could only try his best to maintain the original owner's setup, so as not to be seen by others, but now he and Jing Yu are the only ones in the room.

Su Mo couldn't hold back any longer, and directly attacked.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was grabbed by Jing Yu. No, he was not so much grasped as he was shackled by force. Su Mo was most afraid of pain in his life. How could he stand such strength? There was a scream.

"Ah... pain, pain, let go! Let go!"

The ending sound of the upward pick has a lingering meaning that makes people think, even the passing maids couldn't help being surprised, and stopped

This is... the voice of the princess.

Although they were newlyweds, but the sky was bright and bright, the two of them didn't hold back at all.

The maid seemed to have thought of something terrible, and after standing there for a few seconds, she blushed and quickly left the scene.

But the maid obviously thought too much. Su Mo just wanted to see Jing Yu's injury, but he didn't expect Jing Yu to have such a big reaction.

But yes, in the original book, Jing Yu had a miserable life in Prince Yu's Mansion, and was often bullied by others. He stretched out his hand like that just now, and even lifted his clothes.

It's just that this little fool's hands were too strong, he faintly felt the sound of bones breaking.

If he hadn't made the sound in time, it is estimated that this hand would be useless.

The wrist was loosened, but Su Mo didn't care about the pain. His attention was attracted by Jing Yu who was curled up at the corner of the bed.

He knows that the little fool is very timid now, but he doesn't know how small he is.

Obviously just now, he was still looking like he was about to pinch his hand off, and his eyes were full of fierce eyes. That's right, just now, he saw a bloodthirsty look in Jing Yu's eyes that seemed to flash for a moment, and those eyes faintly leaked blood. cold light.

But it was only for a moment, when he came back to his senses, Jing Yu was already hiding in a corner of the bed, groaning, and that appearance was completely like that of a child who is afraid of being scolded by an adult and is at a loss for doing something wrong.

But looking at Jing Yu's appearance, nine times out of ten it is because his expression was too nervous just now, and he made a mistake.

Su Mo is not very good at coaxing people, so he could only wipe Jing Yu's tears instinctively, and comforted him like a child: "Don't be afraid, I didn't blame you, I just wanted to see your injuries, Sorry to scare you!"

Hearing this, Jing Yu seemed to cry even more fiercely, the tears fell down as if they were worthless, she lowered her head and did not dare to look at Su Mo, and whispered: "I... I didn't mean it, it wasn't..."

Su Mo leaned over, sat in front of the bed, and calmed down for Jing Yu one after another: "I know, I know, don't cry, I don't blame you."

After coaxing for a while, Jing Yu didn't cry anymore, but the intermittent repetition in her mouth was not intentional.

Su Mo didn't expect to see so many twists and turns when looking at an injury. After Jing Yu stopped completely, he asked carefully, "Can I see your injury?"

After hesitating for a second, Jing Yu nodded, perhaps his voice was a little hoarse after crying for a long time, "But... yes, I didn't mean it just now... I..."

"I know." Su Mo said as he gently lifted Jing Yu's outer shirt. Because he was afraid of rubbing the wound, Li Taiyi specially told him to wear an outer shirt for the next few days before leaving. When it was opened, Su Mo was a little taken aback.

As far as Jing Yu's figure is concerned, even Su Mo, who is a man, can't give a thumbs up in praise. His eyes slid across the smooth and strong waistline, and Su Mo's eyes fell on Jing Yu's criss-crossing whip wounds. .

In the face of such a beautiful and perfect body, someone is willing to be so cruel.

But if you think about it carefully, the proportions of the little fool are really good. Although I haven’t measured it, it should be about 1.8 meters [-] by visual inspection. Danfeng eyes, high nose bridge, sharp angle between the corners of the eyes and the tip of the nose, and the tail of the eyes are raised. He is completely a novel boy Master-specific appearance settings.

It's a pity that I was delayed by intelligence.

Realizing that his thoughts were a bit off track, Su Mo shook his head and forcibly pulled back his thoughts.

Although the wound has been treated and medicated, it still looks a little shocking. Su Mo couldn't help asking: "Is it very painful?"

Jing Yu shook his head, but his eyes fell on Su Mo's wrist, which was originally white and slender, but at this moment there were a few bright red fingerprints, which looked particularly dazzling.

He just thought that Ye Lanjun was going to...

But it's not surprising that he would have such thoughts, after all, Ye Lanjun's reputation is there, although after looking at it last night, this person is not as bad as the rumors, and there is no threat for the time being, but...

He stretched out his hand suddenly without warning, and the stretched position was so threatening, it was good that he didn't directly wring his wrist.

Outsiders only know that King Yu is stupid, and that his life is worse than that of the servants in the mansion, but they don't know that the graves of those servants who have done something to him are now a foot deep, and those whose heads are still on their necks. It's just that the time has not yet come.It's still useful for him to keep it.

As for Mr. Ye Lan, the left and right goals have been achieved, and the dog emperor has mistakenly thought that he was humiliated. If this lunatic can be calm, he can be saved. If he is restless, he can only be sent to see Houshan The group of servants.

But this Ye Lanjun always plays cards unreasonably.

For him who has lived in hell all year round, this injury is nothing at all, but the person in front of him is full of concern and worry, one hand is carefully lifting the hem of his clothes, and the other hand is helplessly at the wound. He lingered, wanted to touch but didn't dare to touch, his brows were furrowed, and his voice slowed down, as if he was afraid of hurting him if he made a loud noise:

"It's all hurt like this, how can it not hurt!"

This sentence sounded more like talking to himself, but it made Jing Yu's breathing stop slightly.

Since his father and mother concubine left, he had never heard such a concerned tone again.

There are only icy cold water, dark and narrow dungeons, iron chains and shackles all over the body, endless humiliation and abuse, and starvation all day long. In order to make the dog emperor let go of his guard, he can only swallow these blood and tears. .

After checking it, Su Mo supported Jing Yu to lie down, moving gently and slowly, for fear that the wound would be involved if the movement was too big.

He wants to know now, who is so daring and dares to be so cruel to the current prince.

Although he was angry, but he spoke so softly,? "My lord, can you tell me..." Su Mo pointed to the wound on Jing Yu's lower abdomen, and asked softly, "Who actually injured these whip marks on your body?"

Jing Yu rolled his eyes and shook his head lightly, "I don't know, they are covering their faces, I don't know."

they?

Co-author or gang crime?

This made Su Mo pay more attention, with a serious expression on his face, "Then, does your lord remember when those people came?"

Jing Yu pursed her lips and thought for a while, then replied, "They came not long after you went out, Mr. Lan."

Isn't that right? Not long after Ye Lanjun went out, he summoned the hidden guards. One was in charge of the house and the other was in charge of the outside. The hidden guard led the servants to the hall first, isn't this the same as them?

What he said was plain, but Su Mo was startled. Who is so bold?

Are all the servants in the mansion dead?

With so many welt marks and such deep wounds, it is impossible not to make a sound. Su Mo couldn't help but wondered, and looked at Jing Yu, "Did the lord call someone at that time?"

Jing Yu shook his head, and said in an aggrieved tone: "No, they blocked my mouth, I wanted to scream but couldn't."

After he finished speaking, he put his eyes on the person in front of him. For no reason, he wanted to see how this person would react after hearing what he said.

Most of the people in the world are cold and indifferent, and they think it has nothing to do with themselves. They are afraid of bringing disaster to themselves, so they choose to stand on the sidelines, which is normal.

This reminded Jing Yu of a sentence that his mother and concubine often told him when she was alive, "You have to thank those who helped you when you were in crisis, because they could not have done so."

Then should he thank Ye Lanjun?

Maybe it should be, but he has long forgotten what kind of emotion gratitude is, and he doesn't know what gratitude is. He only knows that when he looks at this person's concerned eyes, he finds it both dazzling and funny.

It's really unreasonable!Hit it and gag it.

Who is this man so insane? !

Su Mo didn't know how to react after hearing it for a long time. He felt that he should be angry. He couldn't understand how there could be such a bad person in the world. What's the point of venting anger on a fool?

What he asked was only some fragmentary information. Su Mo gently covered the quilt for Jing Yu, then got up, "You have a good rest, I'll go and see if the medicine is ready."

Unexpectedly, Jing Yu grabbed the corner of his clothes, and the movement was too big to pull the wound. He couldn't help but snorted, "Don't go...I'm alone...scared."

Su Mo patted the back of Jing Yu's hand lightly, helped him lie down again, and comforted him softly: "Okay, okay, I won't go, don't move around, the wound will hurt again soon."

Now Jing Yu is very weak, afraid that it will affect his rest, Su Mo said again: "My lord, take a good rest, don't worry, it's safe now and no one can hurt you, have you seen the table over there?"

Jing Yu glanced sideways in the direction Su Mo said, and nodded slightly.

"I'm going to read some books there, if I don't go out, can the prince rest here?"

Jing Yu thought for a while, then nodded slowly.

Su Mo smiled lightly, and his vermilion lips parted slightly: "Then prince, rest well, don't be afraid, I'll be right there, I won't go out."

He said he was reading a book, but there were so many embarrassing things that happened as soon as he arrived, how could he read any books, and after reading it for a while, he held his chin and fell into deep thought.

He was wondering who was the one who injured Jing Yu's body. From the current point of view, all of this seems to have deviated from the original work, but it is also possible that he did not listen carefully at the time, and only remembered the general direction of the story, ignoring the details.

But often the details are the most important, and Su Mo couldn't help feeling a headache.

He was so engrossed in thinking that Su Mo didn't notice that Jing Yu was staring at him at this time.

He tilted his head slightly, and saw the man sitting there quietly, gently holding the scroll with his slender, white fingers, resting his elbows on the table, and the sunlight shone on his face through the crack of the window, covering his face. Added a soft sheen.

"Princess." There was a knock on the door outside, Jing Yu withdrew her gaze, and lightly moved the puller on the finger.

"Princess, the medicine is ready."

Su Mo got up and opened the door, took the medicine from the maid and waved his hand, "Go down, it's good to have me here."

After closing the door, Su Mo walked over with the medicine in hand, first put the medicine bowl on the bedside table, and then gently helped Jing Yu up.

Fearing that the medicine would be too hot, he even touched the side of the medicine bowl with the back of his hand, and felt that it was still a bit hot, so he pounded the medicine in the bowl with a spoon before handing it to Jing Yu, "Come on, take a rest after drinking the medicine. "

Jing Yu was rarely distracted.

Over the years, has he suffered few injuries? If he doesn’t drink the medicine or take the medicine, it’s still the same. He couldn’t drink it in the past few years, but he didn’t want to drink it when he could drink it. He has to remember that flesh and blood never rots. During the process of slowly healing, he always reminded himself that he would have to pay back those pains one day.

He has always been rough-skinned and thick-skinned, and he is used to oily skin. Suddenly he was treated so well, he was a little dazed for a while, and obediently took the medicine bowl and drank it.

You must know that he is not so sick that he can't get out of bed or drowsy that he would not take medicine lightly, even if he drank it, he would only drink a few sips, but this time he drank the whole bowl.

The medicine was still as bitter as before, so bitter that he felt slightly retched, but the difference was that this time after he drank the medicine, a lump of sugar was stuffed into his mouth immediately.

The sugar is very sweet, like medicine, it is not his favorite taste, but this time he tasted a different kind of smell.