Abandoned wife in the bridal chamber: General, you are divorced

Chapter 365 Don't Let Her Worry

Only then did Murong Fengyuan raise his hand to caress the side of his neck.

When he took it down to look at it, he saw a sticky blood red on his palm, he quickly tapped a few acupuncture points on himself to stop the bleeding, and the corners of his lips curled up helplessly, this little woman is really ruthless!
Muscles and tendons were torn by her, it was like dealing with an enemy.

His eyes slid away from the palm of his hand, and fell on the woman's sleeping face. Without the sound of the piano disturbing her, she was sleeping very peacefully at the moment, and she was completely different from the rage just now——

Recalling the previous scene, the faint smile on the man's lips disappeared, and his brows subconsciously tightened slightly again.

music...

Who is that playing the piano?

Could it be that the wandering monk was not actually dead, but came secretly to seek revenge because he broke the puppet?
It is only natural that Murong Fengyuan would think this way. After all, the witchcraft situation that was just solved a few days ago is similar to the method of controlling people with the sound of the zither. They all lie in frightening the mind and driving people crazy...

He frowned for a while, his thoughts gradually recovered, and he took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of the woman's lips carefully, watching the blood stains on her lips being wiped away bit by bit, gradually restoring her original tenderness The luster, the phoenix eyes unknowingly glow with a touch of pain——

He won't let anything happen to her!

absolute!

After Murong Fengyuan cleaned up Jun Chuyue, he wiped off the blood stains on his palms and neck as well.

While doing all this, as if he was worried about another accident, the man never took his eyes off her. In the end, he hesitated for a while, got up and went to the cabinet to find the ointment, put it on the wound hastily, and then put the front of his clothes up. Pulled and tried to cover the wound as much as possible, lest she wake up and see the guilt.

After looking in the mirror to make sure there were no flaws, Murong Fengyuan turned back to the edge of the bed and sat down, holding her hands together in the palm of her hand as she did at the beginning, and continued to watch over her. This watch lasted for more than an hour until the sky darkened. Gradually, when the first rays of morning light pierced through the gauze-like night, Jun Chuyue frowned, and slowly opened her eyelids trembling slightly.

What came into view was the man's clear face. Seeing that she was awake, his thin lips raised a heartwarming arc: "Madam is awake, is there any discomfort on your body?"

"Um……"

Jun Chuyue took her hand out from between his fingers, rubbed the center of her brows, and pressed her shoulders to move her muscles and bones: "It seems that there is nothing wrong, but I seemed to have a dream last night, but I can't remember it."

"It's just a dream, if you can't remember it, don't remember it."

Murong Fengyuan was afraid that she would think about what happened last night, so he hurriedly persuaded her, and then asked again: "Are you hungry? You didn't eat for almost a day yesterday. If you don't eat anything now, I'm afraid your body will really not be able to bear it." .”

"A little."

Jun Chuyue rubbed her belly, she just woke up, her body reaction was still a little sluggish, so she didn't feel hungry, but she had to admit that Murong Fengyuan was right——

She only had breakfast yesterday, and went to school with Yu Qian when she came back, and then she was busy all the way. When she came back at night, she wanted to eat something before going to bed, but she couldn't resist the exhaustion of her body. She didn't eat a grain of rice all day and night. She really should eat something now to replenish her strength.

"But it's only dawn now, so there shouldn't be anyone in the kitchen at this time, right?"

Jun Chuyue hesitated to speak, and was about to come down while lifting the quilt. Murong Fengyuan glanced at her feet and landed on the shoes, and then he was relieved, and looked back calmly: "It's okay, ma'am Whatever you want to eat, I will cook for you for my husband."

"you……"

Jun Chuyue said a word, and then laughed: "I forgot, your current cooking skills are completely incomparable, just do whatever you want, anything is fine."

As she spoke, she went to sit down at the table, and just as she picked up the comb, she was pulled by the man.

"Let Wei come."

A deep and soft voice sounded behind her, and Murong Fengyuan gently held up a strand of hair at the back of her head as he spoke.

The woman's long hair is as soft as ink silk, and she combs it to the end every time. By the window lattice, her brows are drooping, her long eyelashes are half-closed, her clear face reflects the dawn light, and she is standing next to the handsome man standing behind her. The place, like a design made in heaven, freezes into a quiet and beautiful picture scroll in the passage of time...

"Okay, Madam, are you satisfied?"

After a while, Murong Fengyuan withdrew his hand, brought the bronze mirror over and placed it in front of Jun Chuyue.

The man who used to command thousands of troops on the battlefield now becomes more comfortable in dressing up women, and even enjoys doing it, of course, the premise is only for his little wife.

"There's nothing to be dissatisfied with. Speaking of which, your curly hair skills are almost beyond the reach of women..."

Looking at the reflection in the mirror, Jun Chuyue couldn't help teasing him, then sat on the stool and turned half a circle, stretched out her hand and shook his sleeve, and said with a smile on her face: "You go to the kitchen Get something to eat, I'm really hungry now."

"Ah."

Murong Fengyuan nodded slightly, but didn't move in a hurry. He grabbed her little hand holding his sleeve with his backhand and pulled her up with a little force: "Ma'am, come with me."

He can rest assured only if she stays within his sight all the time.

Jun Chuyue didn't know the reason why he did this, and looked at him strangely: "Can't I wait here for you to come back?"

"Without my wife watching over me, I have no motivation to be a husband. If I don't have motivation, I will make mistakes. If I put the wrong seasoning, it's not a big deal. What if I ruin the kitchen?"

When Murong Fengyuan answered, his expression was serious, but everyone could tell that what he said was all nonsense.

Jun Chuyue just felt puzzled, and had no idea what he was going to do.

But it’s not a big deal to go to the kitchen with him. She doesn’t feel tired now, so she can go if she thinks about it. She just eats in the kitchen and saves touching the plates. After a certain distance, he responded, "Okay then, let me put on my coat."

She is only wearing a middle coat now, how decent is it to go out like this?

Following the words, Murong Fengyuan stretched out his long arms, and with the other hand, he hooked up her coat and skirt pants that were hanging on the bedside: "Madam, come and ask my husband to help you."

Jun Chuyue opened her hands as she said, and asked him to put on her coat, because he was standing in front of her to change her clothes, and the two of them pressed close together from time to time, and she could not help smelling the faint smell of medicine on his body , Brows could not help but wrinkled: "Where did you get hurt?"

"..."

Murong Fengyuan was startled, then hooked his lips, and said lightly: "Madam is so concerned, I am very touched by husband."

"Don't be rude!"

Jun Chuyue glared at him, and her first reaction was whether the place where she stabbed him last time had split open again, and when she conjectured in her heart, Murong Fengyuan burst out laughing.

(End of this chapter)