Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 129 Injured
At the time of the appointment, there was a lonely small garden in the backyard of the Ninth Prince's Mansion, which seemed very lonely.

Regardless of those bare dead trees, just thinking about the owner of this small garden is scary enough.

Fuyun stood at the gate of Huangyuan with trembling legs, holding the medicine box in one hand, and pushing the dark wooden door with the other.

"Creak." The old wooden door was pushed open by him.

That voice was horrifying to hear.

Fuyun firmly suppressed the urge to turn his head and run wildly, he swallowed, and shouted: "Momoya"

The wasteland was extremely empty, and he could still hear the echo when he shouted with this voice.

No one answered, and no one came out.

Fuyun couldn't figure it out, why did Mo Ya insist on living here? Is this where people live?
After all, the mansion is in charge of things, so it must be so shabby?

If I hadn't agreed to take care of his wounds, I would never have come to this ghostly place in my life.

Seeing that no one came to meet her, Fuyun had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk inside.

Thin white fingers firmly grasped the shoulder strap of the medicine box.

It was only a few dozen steps from the door to the door of Moya's bedroom, but Fuyun walked extremely slowly like a melon.

His body was trembling, and beads of sweat kept rolling down his handsome face.

After a long time, it finally arrived.
"Knock knock. Knock" After a few knocks, the zhezi door opened by itself.

A bloody smell gushed out from inside.

Fu Yun forgot to be afraid, he hurried in, "Mo Ya?" When he saw the appearance of the man in black robe on the bed, he couldn't help but raise his voice, "Are you injured?"

The man was lying on the bed with his upper body bare, his back was bloody.

Looking at it from a distance, not only does it not make people feel distressed, but it also reveals a sense of roughness and wildness.

Mo Ya was not surprised to see Fu Yun coming, "Have you brought any medicine?"

His voice was hoarse, making people tremble involuntarily.

Fuyun put down the medicine box, and hurriedly poured a glass of water and handed it over, "Take it with you, there are specialists for treating skin and flesh injuries."

He put the cup on the side of the couch, turned around and went to the medicine cabinet to fumble for the medicine bottle of Yuxu Ointment.

Yuxu ointment - the best ointment for treating skin and flesh wounds, but also the most difficult to prepare.

"Why don't you drink it?" Fuyun came over with Yuxu Ointment.

"How to drink?"

Mo Ya lay on the couch and lazily replied.

The skin on his back was ripped apart, and he could tear the wound with just a move, and he still drank water?
Fuyun was ashamed, quickly put the medicine bottle on the ground, and persistently brought the cup to Mo Ya's mouth, "You drink it."

Mo Ya glanced at him and opened his mouth.
Fuyun felt that this was a bit strange, and hastily moved the cup away.

"Didn't drink."

"Well"

Reluctantly, he handed over the cup again.

Mo Ya just took a sip and lay down on the couch again.

The wounds on his back were bleeding outward again.

"How did you do this?" Fuyun asked softly.

"It's for you."

"what?"

"Have you forgotten the rules of the mansion? You shouldn't see the secret. If someone sees the secret, it's a crime of breaking the law and you'll be punished with the cane."

Fuyun was stunned, still holding the cup in her hand.

He failed to stop Princess Yingyan today, and if she broke through his master's good deed, does this count as a failure?

But he was not called to be punished by the torture room.

"You took it for me?"

"if not?"

Mo Ya looked at him with a sneer, with such a small body, he would probably pass out after two blows.

Fuyun felt sorry and asked him softly, "How many whips?"

"Not much, thirty."

Thirty whips is not much?If it were him, the little life of Three Whips would have to be accounted for.

Those secret guards in the execution room, which one is not cruel?
"I made an appointment to heal the scar on your face tonight, it seems that we have to wait for another day." Fuyun picked up the Yuxu ointment on the ground and pulled out the plug.

Mo Ya's back injury is too serious, if the medicine is not given in time, it may hurt his muscles and bones.

Fu Yun sat on the side of the couch, dug some plaster with her fingers and applied it gently on Mo Ya's wound, "If you feel pain, just squeak."

"squeak."

The atmosphere in the room was eerie.

It took a long time for Fuyun to be cautious before opening his mouth, "Be patient, after all, what you suffered was a skin trauma."

Mo Ya didn't bother to care, he gently closed his eyes.

Through the bright moon, although the face of the man on the couch is a bit ferocious and frightening, the sharp-edged outline is still shockingly handsome.

His back was full of bruises, and there should be pain in his bones after applying ointment, but he didn't say a word, not even a muffled groan.

Fuyun really admires such perseverance.

Unknowingly, Fuyun put her head in front of the man's face on the couch.

He was a little curious as to how the scar on Mo Ya's cheek came about.

getting closer
Even the eyelashes can be seen clearly.

Mo Ya opened his eyes suddenly, "What are you doing?"

"I, I. I look at you"

Fuyun was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, unable to speak fluently.

Pointing to himself, pointing to Mo Ya, and finally did not speak at all.

The medicinal fragrance of Yuxu ointment slowly evaporated, with a bitter taste mixed with the fragrance of laurel.

Elegant and light, refreshing.

Mo Ya secretly stared at the young man who fell to the ground in embarrassment, "These thirty whips, how do you plan to pay them back?"

His tone was light, but it didn't look like he was joking.

Fuyun was stunned.

return?Have to pay?
Could it be that he was beaten with thirty lashes?
"Didn't I promise to cure the scar on your face?" Fuyun got up from the ground and rubbed her sore buttocks.

He looked at Mo Ya with a half-smile, afraid that this guy would make him repay his kindness.

Hearing what he said, Mo Ya on the bed raised his handsome eyebrows calmly, "One size counts for one size. Didn't I also give you the amulet last time?"

It's fine if he doesn't say anything, but Fuyun gets angry when he talks about it like this.

That broken amulet is useless at all, he still has nightmares in his arms
Fuyun was about to bargain, when the person on the couch said again, "Go back, you can owe this kindness first"

Who owes him?
But looking into those cool eyes, he dared not utter the words on his lips.

Fuyun packed the medicine box angrily, then snorted coldly at the person on the couch to express her dissatisfaction, and finally gritted her teeth and left.

For some reason, on the way to leave, he was no longer afraid of this barren garden.

Mo Ya watched the thin figure go further and further away, he closed the door with a shock inside, and sat up from the couch slowly.

"Yan Ruyu." He whispered.

As soon as the words fell, a handsome figure in red clothes quietly landed on the beam of the house.

The visitor was dressed in the official uniform of Dali Temple, with a slightly feminine face, "Commander Mo, did you let the secret guards in our punishment room whip you thirty whips just to get a favor?"

Yan Ruyu made a strange voice, opened her robe and sat on the stool.

Although he is in charge of Dali Temple, he also supervises the execution room of the Ninth Prince's mansion.

In the afternoon, I received a secret letter from the secret guard, saying that Commander Mo Ya had to have him whipped thirty times, or that his skin would be bruised.

As soon as he was curious, he came over at night to have a look.

Who knows, what did you see?
Mo Ya let him look at him with a cold face, "When you're done watching, get out."

Yan Ruyu curled her lips, and put a letter on the table casually, "My master spent a good night with the beauty, it's inconvenient for me to pass this letter on, please do it for me tomorrow."

The red shadow flashed, but there was no trace.

Fuyun, who was walking on the road, was sullen to himself, and the strap of the medicine box was almost torn off by him.

I went to treat someone with good intentions, but was threatened to owe him a favor?
Mo Ya is just a jerk.

But that face, after healed the scar, should be as handsome as my grandfather.

He paused, as if thinking of something.

When Mo Ya opened his eyes just now, he seemed to see a faint glint of light hidden in the pupil.
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