The black-bellied emperor: the only enchanting princess

Chapter 42 Wheelchair
Second uncle, at the mention of these two words, the faces of the whole family were instantly ugly.

You Ru ran out with red eyes.

Mo Qingcheng didn't quite know what happened to You Maojie, Xiaoxi didn't mention his second uncle, Mo Qingcheng thought he was also fighting at the border?But looking at everyone's expressions, Mo Qingcheng also guessed a thing or two.

You Dong's face was also a little ugly, You Zheng stepped forward and was pulled aside by Mo Qingcheng, and spoke in a low voice.

"Little sister, you don't know that the second uncle was hacked by the enemy when he was on the battlefield, and now he can only lie on the bed!"

The subtext is actually the access to the meridians, like a disability, no wonder everyone is so depressed.

Mo Qingcheng lowered her head with some self-reproach, it was her fault, and suddenly mentioned it, but it seems that there is no point in apologizing at this time.

Knowing that Mo Qingcheng didn't do it on purpose, no one blamed her, but everyone was very depressed.

The battlefield was originally a place full of death, and being able to survive was considered a great destiny.

"Girl Qing, don't think too much, it's none of your business."

Their family has accepted this fact, but it still hurts every time it is brought up. Seeing Mo Qingcheng's self-blame, Leng Bixuan couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Leng Bixuan pulled Mo Qingcheng to her side, and smiled.

"How was your life in the prime minister's mansion? Tell grandma about it."

They have been stationed at the border and haven't seen Mo Qingcheng for several years. They came back this time because You Weiyi was injured. They suddenly heard the news that Mo Qingcheng had recovered from his illness. Although they were happy, they were still busy doing things for You Weiyi. Looking for the imperial physician, I didn't have time to see Mo Qingcheng.

"Don't worry, grandma! I'm fine."

After talking about some daily routines, the relationship between Mo Qingcheng and everyone has become much closer unconsciously.

Perhaps because of the three boxes of toys, Mo Qingcheng has always had a good impression of the people in the General's Mansion, and now that he is pampered and cared for, his cold heart naturally melts.

Among several children, although You Zheng is the second child, You Zheng is the liveliest one. Both You Feng and You Dong are married, only You Zheng is still single.

Mo Qingcheng pulled You Zheng aside and asked softly.

"Second brother, you said that the second uncle has been lying on the bed. Are you paralyzed all over the body or half of the body? What does the second uncle usually do?"

You Zheng explained to Mo Qingcheng.

Mo Qingcheng spoke suspiciously.

"Can't you make a wheelchair?"

"Wheelchair? What's that?"

Mo Qingcheng described the appearance and function to You Zheng, and then realized that in ancient times, there were no wheelchairs. If You Maojie wanted to get out, he needed someone to carry him out and then carry him in. It hurts face too much, so I don't like to come out.

Lying in the room every day, occasionally reading military books or something.

It's just that her legs can't be used, and Mo Qingcheng remembered it in her heart. She wasn't sure what the wound looked like, where it had reached, or whether she could heal it, so she didn't say anything.

But one thing came to mind.

"Second brother, I have a favor, you must help me."

"What's the matter? As long as the second brother can do it, the second brother will definitely help!"

You Zheng liked this little girl very much, and when he heard that Mo Qingcheng needed help with something, he immediately spoke firmly.

Mo Qingcheng followed You Zheng back to the room, took a pen and paper, and drew a wheelchair.

You Zheng felt a little strange when he saw this thing, he had never seen anything like this before.

Mo Qingcheng stepped forward to explain something, and You Zheng's eyes lit up suddenly.

"In that case, the second uncle can move freely!"

Mo Qingcheng nodded, You Zheng fondled Mo Qingcheng's hair, and smiled.

"If it's done, it must be a good thing. Don't worry, little girl, I'll arrange it right away."

(End of this chapter)