Quickly wear: The male protagonist Jue Si is manipulated by a pregnant Jiaojiao

Chapter 337 After Divorcing His Wife, the General Regretted 6
[I went to Guan's house to learn how to write. When I learn all the characters and the major parts of the book, my husband will be able to understand what I want to say. I will be able to have a common language with my husband. Will my husband not divorce me if I do this?]

[My husband is back for dinner, I am so happy, but I seem to be sitting wrong, I am sorry, my husband, I thought you would like me if I made it the same as at home...]

Nanzhi hid the book filled with her thoughts and looked at the night sky outside. The night was getting darker.

Is the general still in the study? Is he sleeping uncomfortably?
She tossed and turned, unable to sleep, so she got up, took out the general's cloak from the closet, lit the lamp and went to the study.

The general was indeed in the study.

He had fallen asleep on the desk, resting his head on his arms.

Nanzhi put the cloak on him.

He closed his eyes, and his cold features softened a little under the candlelight.

Nanzhi couldn't help but touched his beard.

It's soft, furry and fun.

I guess if he shaved his beard, he would be a handsome man.

As he was thinking this, the candle flame was suddenly blown away, and was about to fall over and ignite the book on the table. Nanzhi quickly reached out and caught the candlestick.

Mu Yao was awakened by the noise.

In fact, he woke up when Nanzhi came in.

As a military general, if he didn't have this little bit of sharpness, he would have died a hundred times ago.

The reason why I didn't wake up was to see what she was trying to do.

Who would have thought that she would dare to touch his beard!
And now...

When he opened his eyes, what he saw was Nanzhi catching the candlestick.

The candle was still burning, and the hot wax flowed onto the palm of her hand, scalding her fair skin red.

But even so, she still didn't let go. After stabilizing the candlestick, the first thing she did was not to deal with her hands, but to look at the book on the table.

Seeing that Shu was fine, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at her burned hand.

It's really delicate. Just a few drops of candle wax caused blisters.

But when he thought that she did this to protect his book, Mu Yao felt some strange movements in his heart that he was not aware of.

Mu Yao saw that she didn't notice him, frowned, blew gently on his palm a few times, and then looked up at Mu Yao as if nothing had happened.

When Mu Yao noticed that she was looking at him, he didn't know what to think at that moment and subconsciously closed his eyes.

Seeing that Mu Yao hadn't woken up, Nanzhi carefully moved a stool and sat next to the candlestick, watching over the candlelight and preventing it from going out.

She is very quiet and doesn't disturb others at all.

But its presence is so strong that it is impossible to ignore it.

Mu Yao opened his eyes and saw her yawning and carefully protecting the candle flame. He wondered how there could be such a silly woman in the world.

He stood up, his cape falling onto the chair, and asked deliberately, "What are you doing here?"

Nanzhi was startled and turned to look at him. She subconsciously opened her mouth, but when she realized she couldn't speak, she gestured with her hands.

Of course Mu Yao knew what she was here for.

He pretended not to understand, walked over, and looked down at her who was too petite. "Do you know that if you trespass into my study like this, I can treat you as a spy from the enemy country, take you to jail, and torture you severely?"

Nanzhi was so frightened that her face turned pale. She became anxious, walked up to him, took his hand, and started writing.

[No, I just love you. ]

"loyalty?"

Mu Yao looked at the typo and couldn't help but let out a proud laugh. "I have fought in battles over three thousand miles, and my sword has been as powerful as a million men. Why should you worry?"

[But Jiang Jun will also shed tears and feel pain. ]

Looking at the words written on the girl's palm, Mu Yao's expression gradually faded.

He grew up under the strict training of his father.

Over the years, he was almost invincible. Everyone thought he was the strongest and most tenacious.

No one has ever cared whether he is tired or in pain.

"How can a man complain of being tired or in pain?" He said nonchalantly, "Go away and don't disturb me here."

Nanzhi bowed to him and turned to leave.

She returned to her room and wrote in the book -

[My husband loves books very much, and I want to protect them.]

[My husband will surely shed tears and feel pain]

She drew a little hug emoticon on the back.

Finally, she hugged the book with heartache and pressed her face against it.

Nanzhi didn't treat the blisters on her hands and just fell asleep.

When Mu Yao came back the next morning to change clothes, he saw her curled up in the quilt.

Although the bed was very big, she still left a large space. I don’t know if it was for him or if he was used to sleeping in the corner.

Mu Yao didn't have time to care about these things. When he changed his clothes and was about to go out to court, he saw her hand outside from the corner of his eye.

He glanced back and saw that the bubble on her palm had not been dealt with yet, it was shiny and full of water.

His brows furrowed.

How can this person be so stupid?
Can't you call her a maid?

But then he remembered that she couldn't speak, and Mu Yao narrowed his eyes slightly.

He had been on the march for many years and had seen countless poor people. His heart had long been built like an iron wall and he would not easily feel pity for anyone.

The only thing he could do was to fight to keep the country peaceful and the people worry-free.

Compared with those people who were starving, she was indeed not that pitiful.

However, considering that she was trying to protect his book last night, he asked Jingmo to help her deal with it when he left.

When Jingmo came in, Nanzhi had already woken up.

Jingmo glanced at the blisters on her hands and sneered, "It's just a little blister. Why is Madam so squeamish?"

Nanzhi pursed her lips.

Jingmo sat lazily in front of the dressing table, picked up the hairpin and adjusted it on her hair. She looked at Nanzhi with contempt through the bronze mirror.

"Young Madam, use a rag to wipe the entire room, and the blisters will naturally disappear."

Nanzhi didn't move. Jingmo brought the basin of water and placed it in front of her. "Hurry up and wipe it. If you dare to dawdle, I will beat you to death."

Nanzhi still didn't move.

Jingmo got angry, walked forward and raised his hand to hit Nanzhi, when suddenly a voice came from outside.

"Is the young lady here?"

The autumn frost is coming.

Jingmo quickly suppressed the fierce expression on her face, pulled Nanzhi to the dressing mirror, and combed her hair.

When Qiu Shuang came in, Jing Mo was smiling and praising Nan Zhi: "Young Madam, your skin is really fair. This jade hairpin really suits you."

Qiu Shuang glanced at the dressing table and saw that the box on it contained the jewelry that Madam Mu had given to Nanzhi.

Nanzhi was still wearing the jade bracelet given to her by her ladyship.

She smiled with satisfaction and walked over.

Jingmo saw her and asked in surprise, "Why is Sister Qiu Shuang here?"

"Madam said that the young lady was too thin and would suffer if she got pregnant, so she asked me to come and ask the young lady to come over. She invited a famous doctor to see the young lady and prescribe some nourishing medicine."