"My injuries are fine. Do you know why you don't use the medicine that Wentai brings me to scars?" Bai Weiwei straightened up and wiped his tears and blamed him.
Mo Qianxun held up his head and looked at her straight, looking at her without blinking: "I am a man, it's nothing to have a scar on my body, and it's worth it to see you crying for me!"
Bai Weiwei pounded him coquettishly: "Looking at me crying, you feel happy!"
Mo Qianxun said seriously: "Weiwei, I will do my best. I will no longer let you shed a drop of sad tears in this life. Come on, let me see your wounds, and I feel uneasy if I don't."
He untied the cloak a few times and then opened the collar of Bai Weiwei's chest a few times. When he saw it, Mo Qianxun was unhappy and saw that the originally white scenic area had a tightly wrapped chest.
"Weiwei, are you so uncomfortable to wrap yourself up like this? I feel uncomfortable for it..." Mo Qianxun's big palm rubbed the two bulges that were slightly exposed to the sharp corners of the small lotus through his chest.
Bai Weiwei patted his hand off his advantage and untied his breast wrap: "I felt uncomfortable at first, so I got used to it." As he spoke, the breast wrap had been untied, revealing the white and tender perky and the dark gray scar of the left chest.
Bai glanced at Mo Qianxun slightly, and saw that he was just staring at her wound. He stretched out his hand to touch the scar.
Bai Wei smiled, pulled the clothes, only the wounded part of the sword was exposed, Mo Qianxun rubbed his thumb with his soft thumb: "Weiwei, I swear I won't let you get hurt again."
Bai Wei was so moved that he couldn't help but lowered his head and sipped on his face.
Mo Qianxun was stunned and said happily: "You hook me up. Weiwei."
Bai Weiwei pretended to be careless and said: "How dare I? Besides, I am an old man, but where does the new man smell like!"
"What old guy and new guy?" Mo Qianxun paused.
Bai Weiwei said tentatively: "I heard you want to marry Prime Minister Yu's daughter?"
"Why haven't you heard about it?" Mo Qianxun raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to scrape her nose in a doting way: "Are you jealous?"
Bai Weiwei said with some loss: "You first ascended the throne and should stabilize the government and the country. Ministers like Prime Minister Yu play an important role in the country. If you marry his daughter, it would be equivalent to giving him a reassurance and calming his heart. This is nothing, I understand you very much. Besides, if you marry Yu Manman, there may be Wang Manman and Li Manman. Since ancient times, which emperor has not had three wives and four concubines... Qianxun, if you marry her, I will not blame you. Although I have never experienced the suffering you suffered, I can imagine it. When I heard Wen Tai's talk about it, I felt so distressed that I felt more painful than I was a sword. I really want to meet you earlier and bear those pains for you. I only hate myself for not meeting you when you were saddest, and not being by your side when you were most difficult..."
Mo Qianxun seemed to think of the past, and his deep eyes were a little sad: "No, I am very grateful to God now, thanking him for sending you to me. And I never thought it was suffering. Thirteen years ago, when my father and mother were killed in front of me, and when my sixth uncle and son died on my behalf, I knew that I had to fight and had to learn to survive. So, I practiced my martial arts day and night, and later founded the secret door, and formed an army with the Mo Yuling left by my father. At that time, I was so forced to hide it from you. Weiwei, don't be angry..."