Madam is the super darling of Lord Quan

Fu Nei

Back wing room

Man amber eyes, slowly open and see

The light was dim

It's not bright yet

Hazy vision

Or with a little paste

Under the warm bedding

Clearly came the drill pain of the injured arm

He did not change the color of the quilt, just want to get up, was suddenly touched by the cold skin and sober shock ran

The vision fiercely looked in the past

The scene of the little girl bending her head in front of the bed, then the whole scene came into our eyes

He quickly got out of bed, stepped on the cold ground and hugged the little girl

Feel the small body in the arms, the whole is very cold

Her eyes moved as if to wake up

He held her in his arms and asked, "Madam --"

"Cold or not?"

The little girl shrunk her white neck, and her ignorant consciousness became a little clear

Small mouth murmured: "cold --"

He painfully stuffed her into the warm quilt

"Shall I hold my wife warm?"

Let's go

The whole tall body, also together into the bedding

Hold the little girl tightly, cover the big winter velvet quilt, and close your eyes again

But the little girl suddenly opened her eyes

It's as if the brain suddenly crashes and comes back to life

I can't be shocked

"Big... Big handsome"

"Are you awake?"

"Well! Wake up! Madam, it's been a hard night taking care of me! "

"No... no, I'll call an adjutant to come in and change the dressing!"

She wanted to lift the quilt

But he forced the past, imprisoned her little body, and slowly lowered the way:

"Don't worry, madam. My wound is very good!"

"Go to sleep first, warm up and get up again!"

"I don't need to --"

"Madame!"

His tone was reinforced by two more points

Press her shoulder, also more and more force

She raised her eyes slightly in surprise

He bowed his head

Close to her ear whisper: "good, sleep for a while!"

"Otherwise --"

"What if you get cold?"

"I still want my wife to take care of me for my husband!"

"If Madame is the first to be ill, am I not more ill than ill?"

He slowly released his grip on her

A soft voice was whispering in her ear

Later

Then she really went to sleep again

……

Outside the room

Several people are anxious to get angry

But no one dared to knock on the door

Because they all know

If the marshal doesn't wake up, it's OK. Madam, it's better to talk!

If the marshal wakes up, they knock on the door. What's the trouble? The marshal can't kill them?

But now——

The porter outside announced again and again

They don't know if they should let people in?

and

No matter what, they won't go!

So——

This is more and more difficult!

The housekeeper said in a low voice, "otherwise, let's go and ask the lady for advice? In this way, the meaning of Madam can be regarded as the meaning of Marshal! "

Han Chen nodded, "I think so, too! But -- "

"Who's going to knock on the door?"

He looked over

Feng Muyang immediately shook his head, "I dare not!"

Han Ping also waved, "I dare not!"

The housekeeper retreated three feet, "I'm sure I dare not! I want to live a few more years. You... You sergeants, make up your mind! "

He immediately turned and ran down the steps

The old pace can be as vigorous as an eagle

It's like a slow step. It's like a sea of fire

"I'll prepare the morning for my wife and young master. Knock on the door."

Han Chen's eyes turn to them again

The three men's eyes met in the air

Next second

"Guess boxing!" he said