I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Chapter 345 Madam, please remember what you said tonight
The bruises and swelling on Mr. Mo's body looked serious, but in fact they were just skin injuries, but the area was a bit large.

The ointment in Luo Qianhuai's hand was all used up, and it had only been applied on both arms and most of the back. The chest, legs and feet had not been treated yet.

"Have someone go to Ji'antang to get the white ointment." Luo Qianhuai put down the empty medicine bottle: "The prescription for the blood-activating and analgesic ointment I wrote to you last time is also applicable, but it is not as effective as the white ointment."

"That's it." Mr. Mo nodded and stopped talking. He just lowered his head and picked up his middle coat and slowly put it on.

As soon as he raised his arm, the injury on his shoulder was pulled, and he let out a "hiss" cry of pain.

Luo Qianhuai's movements were faster than his brain, he quickly turned around and held down his arm.

Mr. Mo looked at her faintly, his angular chin raised slightly, and there was a pitiful emotion in his eyes, which was completely different from his usual appearance of holding a pearl of wisdom.

It's a pity that he can't see his face at this moment. Several injured areas are covered with a thick layer of yellow paste, just like an injured and awkward puppy, which can't make people miss him at all.

"Let me help you." She kindly helped him put on his coat.

During this process, Master Mo would grunt from time to time, while Luo Qianhuai was good-tempered and relaxed his movements. A very simple piece of clothing took only half a cup of tea to wear. When she finally lowered her head to tie the belt, a drop of sweat suddenly fell on her neck.

Luo Qianhuai stood up in shock, only to find that Mr. Mo's neck to face had been covered with a layer of glow. Drops of sweat fell from his forehead, tying his loose hair into locks.

He bit his lips tightly, and his always healthy lips turned a gorgeous burgundy color. If you hadn't looked at the corners of his mouth that were heavily covered with yellow ointment, they might even look like they were in trouble.

Luo Qianhuai's hand quickly covered Mr. Mo's forehead, and he frowned and said: "It's just a skin injury, why do you still have a fever? Could it be that there is still an internal injury? Just wait. I'll prescribe some medicine right away, and then take a nap." Sleep, the fever will be gone by tomorrow morning.”

As she spoke, she was about to go to the door to ask someone to get pen and ink. But before he could take a step, his wrist was firmly grasped.

When Luo Qianhuai looked back in confusion, he saw Mr. Mo sighing deeply: "Yin Yin, I feel bad that you stay with me."

Luo Qianhuai thought he heard wrongly, but after blinking again and again, he was sure that the person in front of him who seemed to be acting coquettishly was none other than Mr. Mo, the flower of the high mountains.

"Don't make trouble." She tried to break away from his hand, but she couldn't do it. Even if this person was injured, it would be effortless to deal with her.

"Sir." She also sighed: "I'm just going to get the prescription. I'll be back later."

"Don't go." Mr. Mo didn't know what was going on, so he became extremely pestering: "It doesn't matter if it hurts, there is no need to take medicine at all. I don't want you to leave."

"Actually, I feel the same way." Luo Qianhuai glanced at him coldly and ignored the other person's last words: "Young Master has excellent martial arts skills and a good physical condition. It's just a little flesh injury, so he doesn't need any medicine. It’s okay, so I left now.”

In Mr. Mo's eyes, a hint of resentment suddenly flashed across the ground. Before Luo Qianhuai had time to take a closer look, he had quickly changed into another appearance.

Calm, indifferent, and with a strong aura, Luo Qianhuai has regained his familiar demeanor. As long as you ignore the many yellow plasters on his face, he is still the Lord who is as bright as the moon in the clouds. The Lord straightened his back, stretched out his hand to tuck the stray hair behind his ears, and then said: "Ms. Jing."

"Hey!" Luo Qianhuai responded cheerfully: "Young master, are you willing to tell me about Aweng?"

"Yes." Mr. Mo nodded: "Jinggong has been kind to me before. After learning that he might be convicted, I have made arrangements so that it will not affect Jinggong's future. Madam Jing can rest assured."

Mr. Mo's credit is excellent with her. Luo Qianhuai said: "No matter what the reason is, the young master has solved the problem for Aweng. I would like to thank the young master for this."

Mr. Mo wanted to show a smile, but unfortunately the corner of his mouth moved a little too much, which caused a wave of stinging pain, so he had to keep his serious look: "Madam, you don't have to be like this. Mo also heard about Cui Jiu's incident, but he didn't know that Madam When I went to Cui's house today, what were my thoughts? Did I go there happily, or did I feel unwilling to do so?"

When he asked this question, his eyes were fixed on Luo Qianhuai for a moment. Luo Qianhuai originally had no feelings about the matter that had already turned a page, but at this moment, his heart suddenly moved, and he was ready to use this introduction to make this person give up completely.

Of course, she would repay Fang Xiang for helping her scumbag father if she had the chance, but forget about everything else. She didn't want to completely lose herself for those irrelevant people.

"The Cui family has been a member of the official family for many generations, and Jiulang Jun is the direct descendant. Since Aweng is the one who makes the decision, my daughter naturally accepts everything." She lowered her head and made a shy gesture. There was also a bit of loss in her shyness: "It's just My little girl is not lucky enough to be favored by Lord Jiulang. Now that I think about it, I feel very regretful."

Mr. Mo's hands were clenched into fists calmly, but there was no sign of it on his face. He just sneered and said, "If Mrs. Jing values ​​​​family status, what about Huo Yu before? If we talk about the prominent family, when it comes to Is there anyone in the current dynasty who can compare with Great General Sima?"

"But I didn't have Aweng's permission at that time. And Huo Yu only regarded the little girl as a plaything and had no serious intention of taking a concubine, so how could the little girl be willing?"

Luo Qianhuai spoke plausibly, thinking that after hearing this, Mr. Demo would regard her as an ordinary vulgar person who was greedy for wealth and completely forget about her.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Mo's reaction was different from what she expected.

"Is Madam Jing really so obedient to her father's orders?" He looked at her with burning eyes, full of amusement that she couldn't understand.

What I have said is that I will hold on to the end even if the sky falls: "The country is based on filial piety. A little girl should abide by her father's orders and never dare to be independent."

She frowned, her expression as serious as she wanted.

"Very good." Mr. Mo smiled, not even paying attention to the pain coming from the corners of his lips: "Ms. Jing, please remember what you said tonight and never regret it."

Luo Qianhuai suddenly felt as if something was getting out of his control.

Of course, there is also a slight worry, worried that Mr. Mo will come to the door and directly propose marriage to the scumbag father.

But thinking about their interactions with Jing Yuan Caiwei in these two short days, both of them were obsessed with clinging to the powerful. How could they agree to let her marry a person with no official title or title?

This kind of thing must not happen. By the way, when you go back, you have to confirm it with your scumbag father and stepmother again, and emphasize that the newly concluded independent marriage agreement must not be allowed to be taken advantage of by someone.