Chapter 2： Aftercare

Some of Jingxi’s unbelievable touches the face with a chapter, and the touch of coolness makes his heart tremble, and he feels carefully, but it is the body temperature of the living person. Looking through the candlelight, it is still a beautiful face, except for the blood marks that the lower lip is bitten. This is clearly a young face with no vicissitudes and just a weak crown.

How is this going? For a long time, Jing Hao pulled out his inner shirt and looked at it. In the 18th year of Aozhen, there was an arrow in his heart that almost died. Now the skin here is intact, the old wounds in other places do not exist, the muscle lines of the body Smooth but slightly thinner than his memory.

Turning over the dark space on the bed, a small cabinet door opened, and a blue-skinned book was lying inside, and the book was hurriedly opened. The last record was: "Receive Li Yanqing Silver Two thousand two , for five thousand two white strips for salt introduction, Hongzheng thirteen years of February 19..."

Silently put the books back to the original place, Jing Hao looked around awkwardly, which clearly returned to his bridal chamber night, the 13th spring of Aozhen.

This year he drove the Xiongnu to win, and the first of the princes was the king. No one dared to test his edge.

This year, after the Queen urged the father to marry the nephew of North Weihou, he was married tonight.

This year, he was only 19 years old, and he has not been able to start.

"Ha ha ha, the sky is not dead! Thieves God, really treat me not thin, hahaha..." Make sure that all this is not a dream. After shocking, it is the ecstasy of rebirth. Jing Hao can't help laughing.

"Well..." The screaming screaming from the side suddenly interrupted the self-satisfaction of Jing Hao, and the laughter stopped. Busy looking back, the sleepy Mu Hanzhang was woken up by him, the long eyelashes trembled, slowly opened a pair of beautiful eyes.

Who said that everything has not started yet? This thief, God, let him regenerate two hours early, Junqing will not hurt this. Jing Yan groaned and stretched out his hand to hold Mu Hanzhang into his arms. Unexpectedly, his hand just touched the other's body, and the man slammed back.

"Well..." Suddenly moved to touch the wound underneath, and it hurts to have a white face.

"Don't move!" Jing Hao held him down, but felt the body under the palm of his hand tremble slightly. Can not help but frown, wedding night, his heart is wrong, he drank too much, after a long time, he did not remember what he did, just remember the second day when he saw the emperor, out of the hall Just passed out. Looking at this situation now, most of them are strong on others, and they are not hurt.

Mu Hanzhang really stopped moving, just looking at Jingjing with a pair of eyes, the beautiful eyes are full of humiliation and fear.

"You..." Jing Yan opened his mouth, but did not know what to say, but had to turn around and pull the silk thread in front of the broaching machine. After a while, the sound of the ring of the ring came.

"Prepare the hot water, the king wants to bathe." Langsheng ordered the ring to prepare for the water, and waited for the ring to go. Jing Hao turned back, still did not know what to say, and some scratched his head.

"Don't be afraid," Jing Jing thought for a moment, or whispered comfortably. "That... I drank too much last night, I really didn't mean it..."

"Hey prince, the hot water is ready, the slaves enter the house and wait for the prince to bathe?" A rather steady ring of humming sounds, Jing Hao remembers that this is the big ring in his house. On the wedding night, the hot water is always prepared. The reason why I ask this question is that I am afraid that there should be any people who should not see it.

"No, I will step back." Jing Yu said impatiently.

Mu Hanzhang heard a sigh of relief, and it was a shame and shame to let his females fall under the man. If this wolverine look is seen again by others...

"Well... what are you doing?" Mu Hanzhang was shocked. The man actually opened his quilt and hugged him.

"Don't move," after the quilt broke open, the consequences of his own ignorance, not to mention the purple imprint that was not counted, the slender legs were full of red and white interlaced turbid liquid, and the privacy was even more embarrassing. The brows of Jing Hao are getting wrinkled and tighter. "I will take you to wash."

Give him a wash? Mu Hanzhang looked at the man in front of him. Some people were puzzled. This person said that he wanted to bathe. Is this helping him cover up? But why did he do this? When he had just tortured him, he could not see any pity.

"I will go by myself," Mu Hanzhang said coldly. Suddenly, he felt that it was not right. He had to lower his voice. "How dare the Lao dynasty?"

Jing Yan saw his temper and hateful look, couldn't help but hooked his lips, and felt that it was not sincere enough. He had to press his mouth and sigh: "How strong do you have? I always don't have it, just give it to you. Apologizes. "Although it is a husband and wife, this family has never let the king wait for Wang Hao. But this is normal in Jingjing. Everyone is a man. He also treated wounded soldiers in the military camp. Self-confidence is still very knowledgeable.

Mu Hanzhang is not only him, he has to go.

Seeing that the person in the arms is no longer struggling, Jing Hao is satisfied with holding him behind the screen, and no matter if he is still wearing a shirt, he will step into the bathtub.

Into the water, Mu Hanzhang earned his arms and leaned on the other side of the barrel. Jing Hao was not annoyed. He took off his wet underwear and took a hot shower to get rid of the hangover discomfort. .

Wangfu's bath tub is very large, sitting on two men is not crowded, Mu Hanzhang took a cloth towel to clean the traces of the body, secretly observing the movement of the man, seeing him keep rubbing his temples, it seems that last night was Really drink too much.

Jing Hao slammed his head and let himself be awake. The cold wind on the edge of the cliff is still on the ear side. There is a sense of unreality in the hot water, but when you are not feeling the life, you reach out and shrink the corner. In the arms, the man’s body immediately stiffened.

"I wash myself..." Mu Hanzhang was shocked and caught the hand he was going to explore.

"You are not convenient yourself," Jing said quite honestly. "It's all men, what are you ashamed of?"

Mu Hanzhang was too speechless in his tone of arrogance. When he just wanted to refute, he was stunned by the fingers that suddenly pierced the body.

"Would it hurt?" Jing Jing saw that he had bitten his lower lip and was busy taking the person into his arms and letting him kneel on himself. "Don't bite yourself, it will soon be good. If you hurt, you will bite me." After a teasing mood, he quickly and gently squatted in his body, Mu Hanzhang did not bite him, but he whispered. The things inside were cleaned up, and Jingyu took a large piece of flannel to wrap the person in the arms, quickly stuffed it into the bed, and turned to find the medicine.

The sheets have been changed, and Mu Hanzhang sat up and put on the inner shirt. He saw that the man was only wearing a thin shirt, his hair was still dripping with water, and he stood in front of the cabinet barefoot and did not know what to pick. The cleaning action is very gentle, and the look of his side is not like a fake, which makes Mu Hanzhang somewhat confused. However, if the prince is not too bad for him, the days will be much better.

"Come, I will give you medicine."

Jun Yan, who was magnified in front of her eyes, let the meditation of Mu Hanzhang swear, saying that this is a very handsome man, the royal man is born to look good, this is one of the best... and so on, medicine!

"This... I will come by myself." A small bottle in the hands of Jing Hao, the face of Mu Hanzhang was red, just barely visible under the water, this time the house lights Bright, not everything can be seen clearly.

"We have done a husband and wife, what are you afraid of?" Seeing the pale face stained with blood, Jing Hao could not help but bend his mouth and climbed into the bed. Taking advantage of his own agility, he grabbed the bottle back.

Mu Hanzhang struggled with him, but he had to cover his quilt and his eyes were not seen.

Jing Yumei opened the slender legs and dug a piece of ointment and applied it: "This medicine was given by my father before the expedition. The effect of stopping bleeding and relieving pain is particularly good."

The cool ointment did not bring extra pain, soothing the burning wound. Mu Zhangzhang naturally knows how precious this kind of medicine does not cause pain: "How can such a precious medicine be used in such a place?" Looking out from the quilt, I just saw Jingjing’s pitiful eyes, the already desperate heart, and got some comfort in this look. Mu Hanzhang laughed at himself and was really pitiful. He was happy for the pity of others.

"It is this kind of place that needs to use good medicine." Jing Hao painted the medicine, stared at the sleek double hills and looked at it. It looks like it feels good... forcing his eyes from that beautiful place. I ripped open, and I didn’t see anything, and I covered the quilt. I also got into the bed, sat down on the bed, picked up a few cool hangover soup, and sipped a bowl. . This is not a good start, but it can't be made worse.

"How can Wang Ye sleep on the outside, sleep inside." The wife is comfortable on the outside to give her husband tea, and dressing is a rule. It is so troubled by Jing Hao, the feeling of fear has already gone to the majority, and Mu Hanzhang moved around. , indicating that he turned inside. Who knows this move, it is close to Jing Hao, but the man did not plan to turn over.

"You are not a woman, what about those things?" Jing Hao smiled and took another small bottle and poured some bright paste at his fingertips. "This is a wonderful medicine I got in the Western Region." Small wounds can be scarred when applied, and the next day will be a good seven or eight points, that is, some pain, you can bear a forbearance." Speaking, just smeared the lower lip of Mu Hanzhang.

The general pain of acupuncture caused Mu Hanzhang to raise his eyebrows. He wanted to reach out and press it. He was caught by Jing Jing: "Don't touch it, it won't hurt for a while." The hand held in the palm is long and smooth, and the touch is excellent. This is the hand of year-round writing and painting, very different from his hand holding the sword.

Mu Hanzhang endured this tingling, seeing that he held his hand and could not help but cough.

"Oh, let's go to sleep." Jing Hao was busy releasing the hands of others, calling the ring to turn off the lights, and indented into the bed. After seeing the emperor tomorrow, he had to go early and still sleep for two hours.

"Yeah." The person in the bed should have a voice, no more words, just in the place where the sight can not see, quietly red ears.