Mo Laoliu walked to the door and turned around and said, "The medicine on the table is applied to the powder and the pills. Let Xier apply medicine to you again later."
Bai Weiwei glanced at the two small porcelain bottles on the table in front of him, one blue and one white, very delicate, and said, "Well, okay. Daddy, don't worry."
Mo Laoliu shook his head and walked out.
Xier had brought the hot water and said, "Miss, the wound on your head is so heartbreaking. That person is so bastard! Miss, you have never suffered such pain before. What's this called? It's so hateful! Should I help you change your clothes first or clean the wound first?"
"No need! I'll do it!" Mo Qianxun walked in with a low voice.
When Xier saw that it was a son-in-law, she looked at Bai Weiwei sitting there without any objection and nodded and stepped back with tactfulness.
Mo Qianxun closed the wooden door with force and made a "bang". Bai trembled slightly. If it was a little more intense, the door might break fragilely.
Mo Qianxun walked over with a gloomy face. Without saying a word, she moved her head toward him, untied the white cloth wrapped around her, and gently moved her hair away. The root of her hair might have pulled the wound. Her "hiss" suddenly shrank.
"It hurts very much, right?" Mo Qianxun stared at the wound. Although he was already depressed, the dry blood still made his heart twitch.
"Well, it hurts..." Bai Weiwei nodded honestly.
In front of Mo Qianxun, she was like a child and needed his care in particular, so she let him clean her wounds.
He took out a handkerchief and soaked it in hot water, gently rubbing the dirty blood on her head.
Then he said as if he was educating a child: "Why are you so uneasy? Everyone said that you were asked to stay at home honestly, but you didn't listen. Now, you are injured and can't go anywhere. You can stay at home peacefully, right?"
His words seemed to be scolding her, but Bai Weiwei still felt the deep concern wrapped inside. She smiled, took his waist and buried it in his arms.
"Don't move, I'll give you medicine." Mo Qianxun pressed her shoulder and said in an orderly tone: "After taking medicine, change your clothes quickly, and then lie on the bed to rest!"
As he said that, he also took out a small white porcelain bottle from his arms.
"Hey, that's it." Bai Weiwei grabbed the two medicine bottles left by Mo Ling on the table and showed them to him.
After all, it is a medicine in the palace, so it should be very good.
"Who wants to use his medicine!" Mo Qianxun frowned, grabbed it and threw it on the wall. The two exquisite bottles suddenly fell into pieces.
"Hey, why are you angry? That's the medicine in the palace!" Bai Weiwei said regretfully.
"Do you care so much about what he gives? Don't worry, I'm better than his!" Mo Qianxun was unhappy and said, opening his small bottle, and a strange fragrance came to his nose.
"It smells so good! What kind of medicine is this?" Bai Weiwei asked.
"Don't worry, it's better than his anyway!" Mo Qianxun said coldly.
Bai Weiwei realized that Mo Qianxun was jealous.
He knew it and asked, "Did you see that beautiful woman? Did she tell you?"
Mo Qianxun was stunned and nodded: "Yes."
"Hey, what did she say?" Bai Weiwei was suddenly curious about how she would take the initiative to tell Mo Qianxun about this.