After marrying wrongly, I became the general's white moonlight

Chapter 265 Blood Clot On The Head

Maybe there is no reason to worry, and the days go by quickly.

Under Murong Qing's 'spurring', Pei Mo became much more diligent, and the simple stone house also changed drastically.

The fence in front of the stone house was reinforced so that it would not be knocked down by small animals passing by, and the ground was paved with pebbles flushed by the river so that the ground would not become muddy in rainy days.

Originally thought that a martial artist like Pei Mo would not be able to pick flowers and fly needles, but Pei Mo had an idea and dug up the wild flowers blooming outside and transplanted them into the yard.

Also ingeniously weaved a thick straw mat.

They caught some more prey and went to the village at the foot of the mountain to exchange for clothes and some small items that Murong Qing could wear.

In this way, the paradise-like life of the two of them gradually improved.

On this day, Pei Mo was rushing back from the foot of the mountain, unloading his backpack, "I'm back!"

After recuperating for seven or eight days, Murong Qing's injuries are almost healed, there is no root cause of the disease in his legs, only the scars from the snake bite.

Murong Qing came out of the stone house briskly, even the Jingchai sarong couldn't hide her flowery face.

"What did my husband buy?"

She said, and began to look through the things in the back basket.

"It's all things I can use. Didn't your husband buy a razor for shaving?"

In the back basket was a piece of light-colored cotton cloth, a jar of honey and some seasonings for cooking, except that Murong Qing didn't hand over the things that Pei Mo had to buy.

Because Pei Mo's beard rubbed against her face or shoulders every time when she was sleeping, it was very itchy.

Pei Mo made a mistake, "I didn't find a razor, but there was a hatchet for boning knives. How could there be such exquisite things?"

In fact, it was he who saw crowds of people in front of the stalls selling honey in the market, so he joined in the fun and bought a jar of honey to try out.

He thought that maybe the wife would like it, and after selling the honey, he found that he had no money to buy a razor, so he saved the purchase of the razor until the next market.

Murong Qing believed it was true, "Okay, then Husband, remember to buy it next time we see you!"

"Okay!" Pei Mo nodded repeatedly.

After lunch, Murong Qing saw the knife that Pei Mo used to disembowel chickens and ducks.

"Husband, why don't I shave your beard." She smiled like a little fox holding a knife.

Pei Mo snatched the knife from her hand, "I sharpen this knife, be careful not to scratch your hand!"

As he spoke, he looked around for something to wrap around the handle of the knife.

Murong Qing pursed his lips, "But Husband doesn't look good with a big beard, the beard covers Husband's face."

"Man, what are you doing with all these fancy things?" Pei Mo said.

That's what he said, but he also began to feel that this beard was a lot of eyesore.

"Husband, let me shave you. I promise to gently and never hurt your handsome face! Okay!"

Murong Qing pulled Pei Mo's sleeve and shook it lightly, his coquettish look made it impossible to refuse.

Pei Mo's heart beat faster, as if the elk living inside was about to jump out, he pressed the corners of his upturned mouth, and said helplessly, "Okay, okay, come here."

"My husband is really obedient!"

Murong Qing smiled brightly, turned around and went into the room to bring out the water basin and saponins.

She sat on a bench and asked Pei Mo to put his head on her lap. She got some soap on her hands and began to wet his stiff beard.

"Is it heavy?"

Pei Mo asked worriedly, regretting that he should not have agreed to her so easily, what if the lady is crushed, this thin arms and legs.

"It's not serious, husband, don't talk."

Murong Qing carefully grabbed the knife and shaved his beard. Soon, the long beard fell to the ground.

Pei Mo could feel the gentleness of her movements, and he could also hear the slight sound of the knife scratching his face. He secretly exerted force on his neck to prevent the weight of his head from falling on her lap.

"Okay!" Murong Qing took out a small bronze mirror, "Look, husband, how is my shaving technique!"

Pei Mo took the bronze mirror, and what caught his eyes was his strange yet familiar face. He looked left and right.

Finally, he laughed helplessly.

"Unshaven on the chin and sideburns."

But thinking that this might be the first time the lady shaved someone, it's not bad to shave like this.

It was only now that Murong Qing realized that she had missed these places, "Then lie down, and I'll do it again."

Pei Mo waved his hand, "I'll do it myself."

There were red marks on those small hands when pinching the knife, so Pei Mo decided to do it himself.

So he squatted on the ground, Murong Qing held the bronze mirror for him, and just shaved his beard.

Murong Qing could see the top of Pei Mo's hair from this angle, she frowned and said, "Husband, how long has it been since you did your hair, it's all knotted."

Pei Mo said, "Why didn't you take care of it? I just washed my hair yesterday."

Perhaps for Pei Mo, washing his hair is considered a care, Murong Qing smiled helplessly, it seems that there is no servant, Pei Mo really won't pick on himself.

"I'll come and comb your husband's hair later."

"I've combed it this morning."

Pei Mo defended, but did not reject Murong Qing's idea.

Soon, Pei Mo finished shaving, revealing clean cheeks, looking much younger.

Murong Qing took out the wooden comb and untied his hair tie, she asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Because of not taking care of it carefully for a long time, Pei Mo's hair was tangled and knotted, and Murong Qing had to use force to comb it out.

"I don't feel anything."

Pei Mo squatted on the ground like a big dog.

In fact, there is a dull pain in one part of the head, but fortunately it is bearable.

Murong Qing combed, reaching the innermost hair of Pei Mo's head.

Pushing aside the thick black hair, she saw a dark red blood bruise on Pei Moqing's white scalp!

"This is?"

Murong Qing spoke in a low voice, surprised and puzzled in his heart.

Pei Mo heard her voice, "What's the matter, lady?"

"It's okay." Murong Qing joked, "Husband has dandruff!"

She suppressed her doubts and guesses and combed Pei Mo's hair.

"Nonsense, there's no dandruff. I washed my hair yesterday. You must have read it wrong."

Pei Mo opened his eyes wide and said.

……

At night, everything is silent in the woods, except for a few crisp birdsong.

Pei Mo's steady and rhythmic breathing sounded next to his ear, Murong Qing turned around gently, parted Pei Mo's hair by the moonlight, and observed the blood clot on his scalp again.

Her heart sank, wondering if this blood clot made Pei Mo lose her memory.

If the blood clot doesn't disappear, will he forget this memory again in the future.

Murong Qing's heart throbbed, and he didn't dare to breathe hard. He reached out to stroke Pei Mo's deep eyebrows, "Does it hurt?"

How it must have hurt when he fell off the cliff into the valley and hit his head.

Murong Qing's eyes were hot, he closed his eyes and left a warm kiss on Pei Mo's forehead.

I hope he doesn't have these annoying pains in his dreams.

(End of this chapter)