Prosperous Concubine: Black-bellied lord, don't do it

Chapter 135 Prince Mo, are you satisfied now?
Shangguanying was in a coma for three days without waking up.

In the past three days, except for going to the study when dealing with business, Mo Beiye spent the rest of the time by the bedside, guarding her quietly.

On the fourth night, Mo Beiye finished his affairs and returned to his room from the study, only to find that Shangguanying had already woken up!

However, when he entered the room, he saw her sitting on the bed, the bandages on her left calf had all been untied, revealing a hideous wound that hadn't healed yet.

She sat quietly on the bed, staring blankly at the wound on her leg.

Even though she was sitting there motionless and without saying a word, he seemed to be able to see that there was a layer of oppressive and suffocating air covering her body.

Mo Beiye was suffocated in his heart, and an unspeakable suffocation swept over him, making him almost unable to breathe.

He stood at the door for a while, then turned and closed the door, and walked to the bed.

"How did you untie the bandage? This is not good for the recovery of the wound. My king will help you bandage it again." He pretended to be calm and said.

Because she was injured, wound medicine and bandaging tools had been placed on the bedside for the past few days.

As Mo Beiye spoke, he brought over the medicine box beside the bed.

He took out the wound medicine, sat on the side of the bed, and was going to help Shangguanying re-bandage the medicine.

In the past few days, he has personally helped Shangguanying change her dressing. Although he has seen her wounds several times, every time he saw the wound that was missing a large piece of flesh, his chest felt as if he had been lingering. spasms.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions in his heart, and prepared to help her apply the medicine.

However, halfway through his stretching, he was suddenly grabbed by a slender little hand.

The strength of that hand was very small, with a hint of coolness to the soul, but it successfully stopped his movements.

He raised his head and looked at the owner of that hand with deep eyes.

However, she still looked at her wound as if she lost her soul.

Seeing her, he felt even more uncomfortable.

He covered her eyes with his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Don't look, you lie down first, and this king will help you with the medicine."

He didn't notice it himself, his voice was full of distress that couldn't be ignored.

"Apply medicine?" Shangguanying finally spoke, but in that cold voice, I don't know whether it was ridicule or despair, "This leg is useless, and the hamstring is broken. After the time to connect it, even if the wound heals, I can’t walk anymore, so what does it matter if I can’t take the medicine?”

A line of clear tears flowed from under his blindfolded eyes.

The tears had already turned cold when they dripped onto his hands, but he felt that those tears, like hot magma, were burning his heart crazily.

His lips were pursed white, and his body was trembling slightly.

"Prince Mo, are you satisfied now?" She spoke again, her voice was calm and unwavering, "Seeing that my leg is crippled, is your lord happy that I finally received retribution?"

Mo Beiye's eyes suddenly widened. She actually... thought he would be happy to see her hurt? !
Yes, when she came to him at first, he thought he should be happy to see her suffer.

However, he overestimated his resistance to her, every time he saw her encounter danger and injury, his heart felt as uncomfortable as if he had been lingering!
Anger surged in his heart, making him wish he could strangle this stupid woman to death!

He suppressed his anger, gritted his teeth and said, "Shangguanying, if I want to see you get punished, can I help you get back your relative's corpse? Can I help you heal you after you are injured? !"

(End of this chapter)