Forced to marry as a concubine: the prince is too presumptuous

Chapter 65
"Thank you, my lord." She replied lightly, her voice was calm, but her body couldn't hold on anymore. When she slipped and fell to the ground and closed her eyes, Yan Mo's tall figure enveloped her invisible in front of her. Giving her a feeling of suffocation, "Zhixia..."

At that moment, what she called out was neither mother nor father, but it was Zhixia.

Thinking of her former hut, she was tired.

Pain, pain all over the body.

The ten fingers connected to the heart, and the pain from the fingertips spread to every part of the body, making her in unspeakable pain.

When Xiang Jinchen arrived, Ximo's face was covered with beads of sweat, and the beads of sweat told him that she must be in pain.

She couldn't sit or lie down, and even her feet hurt when she stood. She had pieces of porcelain vases embedded all over her body.

Looking at Ximo, Xiang Jinchen frowned again, "Ximo, you're already a man, why are you so careless?"

She smiled, her slight smile was so hollow that people couldn't tell what she was thinking, but that smile only made people feel sad.

Xiang Jinchen took the tweezers, but he can take off the pieces of her hand for her, but what about her body?

He stood with the tweezers for a while, and finally, he walked out of Ximo's room without looking back, and rushed to Qingxin Xiaozhu's study room. Before he arrived, he shouted at Yan Mo in the study room: "If you don't If you don't mind, I'll pick off the pieces on her body." After finishing speaking, he turned around and left angrily without drinking tea or entering the door.

I've never seen anything as miserable as Ximo's, how painful it is for those fragments to be embedded in the flesh.

Back in Ximo's room again, looking at Qingxue who was at a loss, Xiang Jinchen said in a low voice, "Take a piece of cloth for her to bite, otherwise, she will be in unbearable pain."

"Oh, okay." Qingxue hurried away.

Xiang Jinchen gently grasped Ximo's wrist, and the tweezers quickly and accurately picked up a small fragment of the porcelain bottle on the back of her hand.

It hurts.

But Ximo remained motionless as if she didn't feel anything, and let Xiang Jinchen handle the pieces.

Piece by piece, both hands have been removed.

When Qingxue came back, Ximo obediently bit a piece of cloth, beads of sweat kept rolling down, but this time it was not Ximo's, but Xiang Jinchen's.

Yan Mo hasn't arrived yet.

Xiang Jinchen went all out, "Qingxue, undress for Lan Xiaozhu."

"Ah..." Qingxue was stunned, seeing that Xiang Jinchen had no intention of leaving, if Ximo's clothes were taken off...

"Quick off, do you want those pieces of the porcelain bottle to remain in her body?"

"Oh, yes, but..." Qingxue's hand landed on Ximo's body, but she was still not sure whether to take off Ximo's clothes in front of Xiang Jinchen.

"Hurry up." Seeing Ximo crumbling, Xiang Jinchen felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. Yan Mo really passed this time, and even he couldn't stand it anymore. Anyway, Lan Ximo used to belong to the Lan Mansion. Miss Qianjin, how could he hit so hard.

Qingxue's hands started to move, and she unbuttoned Ximo's shirt one by one, standing quietly, Ximo felt that her body was not her own, she saw the stars , the beautiful stars are twinkling, so beautiful.

There was only the last button left on the skirt, "Master Xiang, is there something wrong with this?" Qingxue was still hesitant.

"Could it be, do you want to watch her die? If those fragments are not dealt with, it will not only be a problem of wound infection, but there may be sequelae of broken heart." Xiang Jinchen didn't mean to scare Qingxue, it was true.

"Oh, okay." The clothes are being unbuttoned, and the red skin is slowly displayed in front of Qingxue and Xiang Jinchen. The blurred blood makes Qingxue dare not continue to look at it, Xiang Jinchen His eyes are already breathing fire, and now he wants to kill someone.

But the hand that picked up the tweezers was still so gentle, he didn't want her to hurt, he really didn't want her to hurt.

Ximo still smiled, as if she didn't feel that there were two people beside her at all.

The clothes have faded to the shoulders.

But at this moment, the door of the room was kicked open with a bang, and Yan Mo's voice sounded like a roar, "Xiang Jinchen, get out, who told you to look at me like this?" woman's."

Hearing Yan Mo's voice, Qingxue breathed a sigh of relief, the prince is here, and the little master doesn't have to be naked in front of the young master, but looking at the injuries on her body, she couldn't bear it anymore.

Xiang Jinchen turned around slowly, "Yan Mo, what are you going to do to her? Do you want to watch her die? When she dies, it means one dead body and two lives."

"Get lost, I'll take care of my own woman." The blue veins on her forehead were exposed, and Yan Mo's figure fluttered, and she landed in front of Ximo in an instant, stretched out her hand, and the clothes covered her before she was naked. The exposed shoulders.

Sighing softly, Xiang Jinchen strode out of Ximo's room, "Injustice." Only the final sound of these two words floated in the room, making Yan Mo's frown even higher. Injustice, I don't know who Whose fault is it, and who is whose fault?

He waved his hand to Qingxue and said, "Go out."

Qingxue wished she could grow wings and disappear into this room immediately. She was afraid of Yan Mo's indifference, and she was even more afraid of seeing Ximo's distressed and bloody body.

In the room, it suddenly fell silent.

Ximo stood quietly, her feet hurt.

Yan Mo's hand suddenly tore violently, and within a short while, all the clothes on Ximo's body were turned into pieces and scattered on the ground like tidbits.

There were red dots all over the original snow-white body. He picked up the tweezers that Xiang Jinchen left in the room and roasted them in the candlelight on the table to sterilize them. After removing the small pieces one after another, he helped her to sit on the edge of the bed.

She still didn't speak, just smiled softly, as if she was smiling at him, that appearance made Yan Mo's face more and more serious, and that appearance made him even more angry.

She looked as if she had rolled around on the fragments of the porcelain vase. He never thought that there would be so many fragments embedded in her flesh, especially her feet, which were already soaked in blood. Her hands were red and swollen, and the cloth in her mouth had slipped off when he made her sit down, but no matter how he took off the small pieces from her body, she didn't respond at all, as if what he took off was someone else's body. like fragments.

Finally, after searching her whole body, and taking out the last fragment of her body, at this moment, it was not Ximo that was dripping with cold sweat, but Yan Mo.

Now Ximo is like a porcelain doll, she has lost the slightest bit of anger.

After taking the jade ointment that Xiang Jinchen brought over, Yan Mo glanced at it. It was too little and not enough, "Xiang Jinchen, go get two more bottles of jade ointment." a lot of.

"Sixth Prince, I only have this bottle, so save it." From Yan Mo to Sixth Prince, Xiang Jinchen finished speaking angrily, turned around and left.

He had never been so useless before, and he had to be careful not to waste the medicine. If it wasn't for the fear that others would see her body, he wouldn't have given her the medicine himself.

Finally finished, he stretched out his hand to pull the quilt to cover her body, he turned and floated out the door, "Qingxue, don't allow her to blow the air, otherwise, the wound will be easily infected."

"Okay, my lord."

When she answered, Yan Mo had already flew away, as if he was already very impatient.

In the room, Ximo was lying quietly, her consciousness did not know where Piao Miao had gone. Gradually, the pain in her body was gradually subsiding, but it still made her heartbroken.

"Little master, the prince personally gave you the medicine, you should take something at least."

I don't know how many times Qingxue tried to persuade her, but Ximo on the bed remained as unresponsive as a puppet.

"What should I do? Little master, if you don't eat, the fetus in your womb will starve to death." Qingxue tried to persuade her again, because she knew that Ximo cared about the child in her womb.

Sure enough, just after Qingxue finished speaking, Ximo's eyelids moved, "Qingxue, what time is it?"

"It's time."

"Oh." It was so late at night, she closed her eyes gently, "Go to sleep, I'm going to sleep too."

"Little master, but you haven't eaten anything all day."

She whispered, "I'm fine, I'm just tired and want to sleep." So far, she didn't say a word.

Qingxue sighed and went outside to sleep.

That night, Ximo woke up in pain and woke up, but she didn't snort. When she woke up, she got up with her clothes on as usual, and then called Qingxue, "Take that pink dress Bring the clothes here, I want to change."

"Little master, where are you going?"

"Go to the study and serve the prince." She said calmly, her voice was calm and calm, making it impossible for Qingxue to guess her heart.

"Little master, you are sick, so don't go."

"My lord didn't give me leave, I'm going." She put on her clothes stubbornly, but it was a little tight, her body was slightly red and swollen, but she didn't care at all.

After cleaning her hands and face slowly, Ximo turned around and walked out the door. Her steps were very light and slow. When she got close to the door of the study, Wangfu stared at her with wide eyes, "Master Lan , you are..."

"I'm the prince's maidservant, and I'm here to serve the prince." She whispered, and when she stretched out her hand to open the door of the study, there was a faint scent of ink, but she didn't know who he was painting this time.

But these, to her, are irrelevant.

Quietly standing by the door, when she came in, Yan Mo focused on the painting in his hand, lowered his head slightly, looking at the toes of his shoes, the blue floral flat shoes with white bottoms looked a bit swollen due to the redness of the feet. The small, swollen instep bulged out the upper.

Going back to the study room, the fragments of the porcelain vase on the ground have long since disappeared, as if it had never been broken on the ground. I don’t know who the former owner of the vase was, probably his most beloved woman, so the vase was broken. He just vented his anger on himself.

Can't help but secretly guess, just don't know who it is?

(End of this chapter)