Mo Lingyuan's gaze shifted from Chu Yunyao's pale face to her delicate embroidered makeup dress, a dark red blood stain on the crescent white background, like a coquettish blooming flower.

Mo Lingyuan's throat seemed to be blocked by something, a little water mist appeared from the bottom of his deep eyes, his face was solemn like never before, his ears were silent, his whole body seemed to shield the noise from the outside world, even My heart is empty.

After a long time, he heard himself ask cautiously: "Where does it hurt? Where did the blood come from? Where did you hurt?"

He didn't care about driving the people around him out of the door, he stretched out his hand and scrambled into the thin quilt, trying to lift her skirt and look for her wounds.

Seeing that Chu Yunyao was dying from pain, Bao'er was frightened to death at first, with tears welling in her eyes, thinking that if something happened to Miss, she would not be able to survive.

As a result, when he was covering Chu Yunyao with the quilt, he saw the blood on her skirt, and after a moment of thought, he immediately understood.

I was completely relieved.

Seeing that Mo Lingyuan didn't know it, he quickly grabbed Mo Lingyuan's sleeve: "Young commander, Miss is fine."

The blue veins on Mo Lingyuan's anxious forehead burst out, hearing what Bao'er said, he yelled angrily: "Why is it all right, haven't you seen her bleeding so much?

Did the thief hurt her? "

In case something happened to Chu Yunyao, he would definitely go back to the Young Marshal's Mansion and kill the little thief alive.

Bao'er held back her smile, pursed her lips, and said shyly, "Young commander, don't worry, Miss is not injured, she just grew up."

Mo Lingyuan was in a fog.

Chu Yunyao quickly understood.

In her last life, she had menstruation at the age of fifteen, but because of the advanced technology in that era, her body was very good, and she never had a stomachache.

Unexpectedly, this body was frail and sickly since she was a child, and she couldn't eat enough to wear it all year round, and her body was seriously worn out. Although she boiled various soups and medicines to nourish herself, her foundation was too poor. The nanny was very happy: "My lord, Yunyao came It's just menarche."

Mo Lingyuan saw that the nanny's face was full of joy, and he became more and more puzzled: "March?"

"It's sunflower water. The girl's family has it for a few days every month." The nanny held the handkerchief and lovingly wiped off the cold sweat on Chu Yunyao's forehead. A smile was about to overflow from the wrinkles: "Miss, you are here." Sunflower water, in the future, it will be able to spread its branches and leaves for the Young Marshal's Mansion.

I don’t understand these things, I thought you were injured, look, I’m in a hurry, although the nanny has no skills in her life, she has stayed in the Wen family and the Chu family for decades, and she has met quite a few people It's really rare to see a man who loves others like my uncle.

From now on, you have to get along well with my son-in-law, honor your elders, and serve your husband.

You are young and newly married, and your affection is at the right time, maybe you can hold the two of you for three years..."

Chu Yunyao: "..."

The nanny is really confused, where did her old man see the deep love between her and Mo Lingyuan?

Obviously we are about to get divorced, okay?

Chu Yunyao panicked with embarrassment, afraid that the nanny would continue talking, her face turned red: "Nurse, I want to drink some jujube tea, can you go and make a cup for me?"

"Okay, okay." The nanny left happily.

Mo Lingyuan: "..."

An unprecedented embarrassment permeated his face, and a few words circulated endlessly in his ears: "Love and sweetness, hugging two for three years, hugging two for three years, loving and sweet... "