Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 1522 Abnormal, less complacent

The more gloomy Nangong Liufeng's face became, the happier Mo Xiaowan felt.

"There are snakes in the river in the desert, it's getting late, go back to the carriage and rest!"

What surprised Mo Xiaowan was that the gloomy guy, covering the bleeding wound, suddenly softened his face, probably because he was in a hurry to go back to deal with the wound, so he turned his head and left.

After walking a few steps, he fell back and looked at Mo Xiaowan.

She was taken aback, can't figure it out?

Want to settle accounts with her?

Mo Xiaowan tightly held the sharp stone that hit him, wondering if he could hit him a few more times to relieve his hatred with his three-legged feat.

Nangong Liufeng glanced at her under the moonlit night, and suddenly smiled: "The water quality is good."

After returning to the carriage, Mo Xiaowan dried his soaked shirt in the night wind, changed into fresh clothes, and had a good night's sleep.

Early the next morning, she was woken up by Yinhuan's anxious yelling.

"Young master's arm is injured?"

Mo Xiaowan sat up from the carriage and looked out through the window.

Nangong Liufeng tore off the strips of the robe to tie up the wound on his arm.

Yinhuan rushed over: "My lord, don't move, the wound is too deep, I will go to the carriage to get the medicine and cloth strips."

After a while, Yinhuan got into the carriage and stared at Mo Xiaowan angrily.

"The young master's wound was scratched with a sharp weapon? Did you hurt the young master?"

"If he doesn't want to hurt people, he won't get hurt."

Mo Xiaowan smiled sarcastically: "Your man is still outside waiting for you to bandage the wound, are you sure you want to settle the score with me first?"

The wound on Nangong Liufeng's hand was so deep that the bones could be seen, and Yinhuan's heart ached to death, especially the wound was delayed all night, how painful it was.

Indeed, this is not the time to settle accounts with Mo Xiaowan.

Yinhuan hurriedly looked through the drawer of the carriage, took out the medicine and cloth strips, and wanted to get off the carriage.

But Mo Xiaowan grabbed her and laughed hoarsely: "Take care of your man, don't let him harass this princess, otherwise, the next time it won't be as simple as a wound, you may have a broken hand, broken leg or something."

"You're less proud!"

Yinhuan was so angry that his lips trembled, he shook off Mo Xiaowan's hand, and went down to bandage Nangong Liufeng.

Nangong Liufeng was injured, and it was time for Yinhuan to show his courtesy.

She caught a fish with a fork and carefully cooked the fish soup. Mo Xiaowan also took advantage of this blessing and drank a large bowl of fragrant fish porridge.

The fish porridge is too delicious. If it wasn't for being hijacked, the experience of surviving in the wilderness would actually be pretty good.

When the carriage was on the road again, because Nangong Liufeng's arm was injured, the heavy responsibility of driving the carriage fell on Yinhuan.

Nangong Liufeng patted her shoulder gently with his uninjured hand: "Thank you for your hard work!"

"As long as you can be with the young master, it's not hard."

Yinhuan, who had been doused with ecstasy soup, happily went to drive the carriage.

Mo Xiaowan suddenly realized that he was injured, she and he were going to ride in the same carriage, the curtain was pulled down, and the two were in a closed space, the atmosphere was very awkward.

The carriage swayed forward, Nangong Liufeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at her.

"I can be alone with Wan'er when I'm injured, I don't mind getting hurt every day!"

"abnormal!"

Mo Xiaowan leaned back to avoid his attack, and then lifted the curtain to let the breeze blow into the carriage.

"If you are injured, you need to blow more air to prevent the wound from festering."

When she lifted the curtain, Nangong Liufeng was not annoyed, but just looked at her with interest, "It turns out that Wan'er cares so much about me..."

(End of this chapter)