She stared at the tent in confusion for a while before she remembered that she was tossed and tossed last night like a salted fish...
The body is sore and tired, and moving your fingers can touch the muscles all over the body.
It felt like it was crushed by countless cars and crushed the bones.
Ming Wuyou gasped in sorrow, lying on the bed without any desire to move.
"Princess?" Leng Yun's voice came from outside: "Are you awake?"
Ming Wuyou let out a very light "Yeah". In the blink of an eye, the bed tent in front of him was lifted open, and Ming Wuyou, who was stabbed with light, quickly raised his hand to block his eyes.
But because my hand was lifted too quickly, my body felt a soreness and a whimpering scream.
"..." Murong Yu's steps froze, then stepped forward and sat down, "Awaken?"
His back was facing the light. Ming Wuyou couldn't see the expression in his eyes clearly, but he could hear his tone carefully.
Ming Wuyou looked at him with a faint look for a while and asked, "When is it?"
"Noon." Murong Yu finished speaking, paused for a moment, and then said, "The tenth day of the lunar month."
Ming Wuyou: "..."
The day of attending the dinner is the eighth day of the lunar month.
So she slept for a day and a night?
"In this way, you take a shower first." Murong Yu cleared his throat and his voice became much gentler: "Then you eat."
"oh."
Ming Wuyou responded lazily.
After a while, Leng Yun and the palace maids prepared bath soup.
When soaked in the bath soup, the warm water gradually relieved the soreness of the muscles all over the body. Ming Wuyou sighed comfortably and looked out of the screen with half-squinted eyes.
Murong Yu Yingwei's figure hit the screen.
As if feeling her gaze, Murong Yu asked hesitantly: "What's wrong? Is it so painful?"
"It's okay." Ming Wuyou said lightly, tilted his head and climbed to the edge of the bathtub, asking Leng Yun to help her do a simple massage to relieve her physical discomfort.
Murong Yu outside the screen was hesitant whether to come in and help her do these things himself, but thought that he didn't seem to be able to do it, and now it is not a good opportunity to learn, so he finally gave up.
He sat outside quietly, waiting patiently.
Originally, he took the book and read it in his hand, but because of the sound of rustling water, he could always think of many scenes of the Hot Spring Palace last night.
So much so that my blood and energy surged and my mood was restless.
Of course, he couldn't read the book, so he threw it aside in distractedness.
Half an hour later, the sound of water finally disappeared, and followed by the sound of rustling clothes.
Murong Yu stood up and went in: "Let's retreat."
"yes!"
Leng Yun replied, took people to clean up everything as quickly as possible, and retreated to the outer hall as quickly as possible.
Ming Wuyou just put on a loose lotus-colored robe, his hair hanging behind him, and he was still dripping water. He stepped on the soft Anluo carpet with barefoot and looked at him slowly: "Do you have nothing else to do today?"
"No."
Murong Yu went forward, reached out and picked up Ming Wuyou steadily.
Ming Wuyou asked: "Don't you want me to not get close to you? What are you doing with me?"
Murong Yu pursed his lips slightly, looked at her, but said nothing, and hugged her all the way back to Jiulong's bed.
The mattress there has been replaced with new ones.
Murong Yu gently put Ming Wuyou down, took a celadon jar from the box beside the bed, and "add some medicine."
"No." Ming Wuyou wrapped his hands around his knees and rested his cheeks on his arms.
There was a slight smile on her face, but there was no warmth in her eyes, "Let's talk about what happened that night."
Murong Yu murmured: "You must still feel very painful. After you finish the medicine, I will accompany you whatever you want to talk to."
Ming Wuyou smiled more gently: "No."
Murong Yu: “…”
After a moment, Murong Yu compromised: "Okay, what are you talking about?"
"Don't you know what I want to talk about?" Ming Wuyou pursed his lips.
She was still annoyed by what happened that night.
He didn't want to hug her that night. If it weren't for the efficacy of the medicine, he wouldn't be able to control himself, I'm afraid nothing would have happened in the Hot Spring Palace.
She knew a little bit about his thoughts.
It's just that I'm afraid of hurting her, and I don't want that to happen when I'm plotting against me.
Just thinking about his trembling body soaking in the cold spring, she was always annoyed.
This man wants to take on everything alone and do everything well.
But in fact, we should face it together when encountering things.
Ming Wuyou is also willing to face it with him, not because he does not have the ability and courage to face it.
But he removed Ming Wuyou.
It's just such a simple thing that has already been removed from the public.
How long will he have to last alone in the future?
Will she never need to take responsibility with him?
She just needs to be a delicate flower that shines softly under his wings?
She doesn't want to do this.
But Murong Yu looked a little complicated and hesitated, "Did you hear it?"
Ming Wuyou paused, "What did you hear--"
Then, she reacted half a beat slow, what secret the Queen Mother said that night.
It was a secret that only the Queen Mother knew, and once the secret broke out, Murong Yu would be ruined and his noble image would disappear.
The two of them were in a pair of eyes, and Murong Yu suddenly realized that what Ming Wuyou said was not that thing.
He quickly spoke, "What did you want to talk about that night?"
Ming Wuyou looked at him faintly and stopped talking.
He reacted so quickly, so he didn't want to tell a "secret" thing, right?
"Can you take medicine first?" Murong Yu stretched out his hand and wrapped her in his arms. His warm palm also fell on Ming Wuyou's slender waist.
The only soreness in my body is the most severe, as if my waist is not my own.
bite.
Murong Yu used his thumb to pick the lid of the small blue and white porcelain jar, pulled open the lace of the lace on his waist, and rubbed the ointment onto Ming Wuyou's waist with internal force.
Ming Wuyou frowned in pain, couldn't help but hold on to Murong Yu's clothes tightly, staring at him and said, "Don't think you can get away with it."
Murong Yu responded vaguely.
After applying medicine on his waist, he helped her get her clothes together and took another very delicate small wooden box.
Ming Wuyou smelled a very nice scent, "It's over? I don't want to apply medicine."
"It must be used." Murong Yu said: "This is the medicine to cure abrasions."
"Where..." Ming Wuyou asked reflexively, but he understood something in an instant, and his face turned red in one second, "No need------"
Murong Yu blocked her lips without giving her a chance to speak.
Ming Wuyou struggled hard.
However, his body is soft and his whole body is sore. Of course, he is not Murong Yu's opponent.
His hands and feet were quickly restrained.
Murong Yu also kissed her in such a way that was so frustrating that he was not worth his life, which made Ming Wuyou's heart melt, and forgot to struggle and refuse.