Concubine Allure: Pick up a prince and grab the country

Chapter 230 Chapter 259
As he spoke, he took out a handkerchief from his bosom and raised Yan Qingcheng's hand, lowering his head with a cold face and wiping the blood on her hand.

Yan Qingcheng looked at Chu Yuanheng silently, he wiped very hard, as if he didn't want any man's blood on her body.

Yan Qingcheng remained motionless, letting Chu Yuanheng wipe her hands, her intuition told her that she must be obedient at this time.

Chu Yuanheng lowered his eyes, and the wind and thunder billowed in his eyes. He wiped and suddenly threw away the bloody handkerchief, tightly grasped Yan Qingcheng's hand with one hand, and tightly clenched his fist with the other hand hanging by his side. Feeling a great shame, he wanted to burst out, but he kept trying his best to restrain himself.

Yan Qingcheng didn't know why Chu Yuanheng was angry, so he frowned slightly, thought for a while, and felt that it's better not to provoke him right now, and planned to admit his mistake obediently, and then talk about it, as before.

"Shao Heng, I'm sorry, I just want to save someone, that, I messed with you—"

Chu Yuanheng didn't wait for Yan Qingcheng to finish, and suddenly pulled Yan Qingcheng into his arms and hugged her tightly, as if he was afraid that she would suddenly disappear and never come back.

Yan Qingcheng was taken aback by Chu Yuanheng's sudden action. She rested her chin on Chu Yuanheng's shoulder, listening to his heartbeat intertwined with hers, her black and white eyeballs moved uneasily. .

She opened the mouth carefully and said:

"Shaoheng..."

"In the future, you are not allowed to take off other men's clothes casually."

Chu Yuanheng's hot and humid tone whispered into her ears, shaking her limbs and bones trembling.

It turned out that he was angry because she had to take off Mo Fengyi's clothes in order to save others. Alas, even though the little evildoer has become a big evildoer, her heart is still so small.

Yan Qingcheng gently pushed Chu Yuanheng away, and was about to say something when he suddenly remembered that there were outsiders in the room, so he raised his eyebrows and nodded, nodding.

At this time, Shui Han had already healed Mo Fengyi's wound, the bleeding had stopped, and wound medicine was applied.

He got up and came to Chu Yuanheng, and replied in a low voice.

"The wound has no penetrating wound, it is a new wound, and the medicine has been applied, and the person will be fine for the time being."

Chu Yuanheng's deep phoenix eyes flashed, and he took a closer look at Mo Fengyi whose upper body was almost stripped by Shui Han, lightly pursed his lips, and ordered:

"Biyou, send Third Miss Yan to Yan Muyang and bring her back to Yan Mansion to be married."

"Yes!"

"Come here, send Mr. Mo back to Yilan Palace first."

Four men in black armor walked in quickly from outside, carrying a stretcher to Mo Fengyi's side, put him on the stretcher and carried him away.

Only Yan Qingcheng and Chu Yuanheng were left in the room.

A maid brought in a basin of clear water and put it on the table. Chu Yuanheng took Yan Qingcheng to the table and sat down. He took her hand and put it into the basin, while scrubbing her with a white silk cloth.

Yan Qingcheng was not used to being served by Chu Yuanheng like this, but Chu Yuanheng's expression was very serious, as if doing such a humble thing was not humble in his eyes, but rather enjoyed it.

Yan Qingcheng somewhat understood Chu Yuanheng's cold and fickle temper, so he let Chu Yuanheng go.

After Chu Yuanheng washed her hands, he slowly wiped them gently with a dry silk cloth.

Yan Qingcheng looked at Chu Yuanheng's drooping face quietly. At this moment, the sharp-edged lines seemed to be softened by the candlelight. A pair of sword eyebrows hung in the wide and full sky. Out of hostility, only tenderness remains.

The soft strands of hair let out in front of him, making him even more gentle.

(End of this chapter)