Huafanchunzhengming

Chapter 128 Heart wound (4)

On Chonghua's left back, near his heart, there was a dark purple scar abruptly lying there, destroying the perfection of his body.

Zhong Weiwei can't remember having such a scar before.

In the past, Chonghua intentionally went topless in front of her several times, but he only faced her with his front, and didn't let her see his back.

The scar was half a foot long, like a centipede, ugly and ferocious, and a little higher was where the heart was.

It must have been very painful and bled a lot.

Zhong Weiwei still wants to get closer and take a closer look.

Chonghua suddenly fell into the water, and said a little unhappy: "You go back."

Didn't you just do everything possible to tease her?
Suddenly unhappy again?

Zhong Weiwei put down the veil, turned around and left.

However, he was always too curious, and couldn't help asking: "What's the matter with the injury on His Majesty's back?"

Chonghua ignored her, grabbed a long robe and put it on, got out of the bathtub neatly, and walked towards the dragon bed.

This time he covered himself completely, leaving only her two slender and healthy calves.

Zhong Weiwei pursed his lips and reached out to hit the curtain, but he heard him say from behind: "It's ugly? If you think it's ugly, just say so."

Zhong Weiwei was a little speechless.

But remembering that this person has always been very smug, he can't tolerate any inappropriate clothing.

Of course, he couldn't tolerate such a perfect body with such an ugly scar that appeared out of nowhere.

For a stinking man, wouldn't calling him ugly would kill him?

She said very sincerely: "It's really not that good-looking."

Chonghua turned his head back, angrily: "Zhong Weiwei!"

"Does Your Majesty want your minister to be duplicity?" Zhong Weiwei tried to open his eyes wide, with a sincere and innocent expression on his face.

She actually wanted to say that as long as he didn't provoke her and treated her sincerely, she would never find him ugly.

Even if he is missing an eye, no matter how lame and missing an arm, he is still the most beautiful in her eyes.

Chonghua endured and endured, and in the end he didn't say anything, but threw something towards her: "Here you are."

Just as Zhong Weiwei caught it, his arms were crushed and sank.

With an "ouch", she withdrew her hand, and the thing fell to the ground, making a pleasant and long sound of mingjin.

It turned out to be the sword given to Webster by Taizu.

Zhong Weiwei was overjoyed, bent down to pick it up, gestured again and again: "It's quite heavy, it's made of black iron."

Chonghua leaned against the head of the bed, his clothes were half uncovered, with a coquettish demeanor, he said slowly: "You have a good vision."

Zhong Weiwei hated him the most, and deliberately turned his eyes away from him: "King Qi must have lost miserably?"

Seeing that she refused to look at him, Chonghua was very dissatisfied, and sneered coldly: "Such an idiot question still needs to be asked?"

Then she won't ask.

Zhong Weiwei smiled, and asked Chonghua: "Is this sword given to the humble minister, so I let the humble minister dispose of it?"

Chonghua let out a "huh~", indicating that she asked too much.

Zhong Weiwei proudly dragged the sword out.

It was already dawn, and many people were coming and going in the camp.

Two young eunuchs hurried to the south of the camp, dragging the accompanying imperial physician.

King Qi lived in the south of the camp, and Zhong Weiwei winked at the guard closest to her.

The guard immediately stepped forward to stop the two young eunuchs: "What are you doing?"

The little eunuch is very fierce: "I was ordered by the emperor to call the imperial physician to see His Highness Qi Wang's injury! If you don't want to cause trouble, get out of here!"

It turned out that King Qi was injured, was it caused by Chonghua's black hands?
Zhong Weiwei signaled the guards to let go of the little eunuch, dragged the sword and followed them to the southern camp.

King Qi had his own troops, and seeing Zhong Weiwei following him swaggeringly, he naturally refused to let her in.

Zhong Weiwei didn't force it, dragged the sword on the ground, swaggered around King Qi's camp, and turned back with the sword.

Many people saw it along the way, and all of them smiled inexplicably.

Half of King Qi's face was swollen and shiny, and one of his ankles was sprained. His ankle was so swollen that he couldn't walk half a step.

Annoyed because of pain.

Thinking that all of this was thanks to Chonghua, and that he would lose to that bumpkin, and lose so miserably, he became even more irritable.

Cursing at the imperial physician: "Be gentle, be gentle! Ouch, do you want to murder this king? Go down, and use someone who is gentler!"

His confidant came in and reported in a low voice: "Zhong Tongshi came here just now, dragged the Taizu sword given to His Highness by the Taishi on the ground, walked around the camp for a week, and went back."

King Qi was furious: "What does she mean?"

The confidant dare not explain, what do you mean, isn't this obvious?

Of course it was to show off and insult His Royal Highness Qi Wang.

What kind of sword bestowed by Taizu, what kind of good things passed down by Webster's ancestors, not only lost to His Majesty the Emperor as a lottery, but also bestowed by His Majesty casually.

The man dragged it on the ground arrogantly and ran up to him to slap him in the face.

King Qi kicked away the beauty who helped him rub his ankle, and said angrily: "What a emperor, what a Zhong Weiwei!"

The confidant stepped forward and gave him an idea in a low voice: "Even if it has been given to Webster, it is also a treasure given by the Taizu, how can Zhong Weiwei be treated so disrespectfully?

Your Highness, why don't you make this matter big and let the clan and ministers judge it? "

King Qi smiled coldly: "Good idea."

Zhong Weiwei returned to the tent and woke up again, but refused to get up and lay down on the bed.

Aunt Qian tempted him with a lot of delicious food, but he refused to take a look at it, with an aggrieved look that he had nothing to love.

Seeing Zhong Weiwei go in, Aunt Qian quickly reminded her again: "Look, your Aunt Wei is back."

Turning his head to look at Zhong Weiwei again, his eye circles suddenly turned red, and he quickly turned his back to her, motionless.

Aunt Qian reminded Zhong Weiwei in a low voice: "I saw that you and Xiaotang didn't come back yesterday, and I have been angry until now. I didn't eat dinner, and I refused to eat breakfast."

Zhong Weiwei sighed, she wasn't his real mother, let alone his father, why was she so clingy.

He took the food from Aunt Qian and sat on the edge of the bed and tasted it slowly.

While eating, he described: "This milk cake is made of deer milk raised in the paddock. It is so delicious and sweet. I have eaten it the year before last."

"This fried quail, although not as good as mine, is barely edible."

"Hey, the red wild fruit is sour and sweet. You can't eat it in the capital, and there is no such variety in Cangshan."

The sound of swallowing saliva came loudly.

Zhong Weiwei pretended not to hear, put the food beside the bed, and said to himself, "I haven't washed my face yet, I was catching wild rabbits for someone, I got lost accidentally, and finally found it, but I still ignored me , it’s so sad.”

"Liar!" whispered again.

Zhong Weiwei stood still and smiled slightly: "Are you talking about me?"

　Thank you for your rewards.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)