Lin Wan twisted her body unconvincingly, and hummed: "You have never said these things to me. Sure enough, the empress is right. You are only better than the dumb." She stretched out her little finger and stood in front of him. Gestures.
Zhao Yong smiled with dark eyes and said: "Like Wan Wan, the last person I want to see before going to bed is you, and the first person I see when I open my eyes is also you." He kissed her hair, Reluctantly asking for it, his arms tightened and the corners of his lips curled slightly, "You and my grandmother are my closest relatives."
Lin Wan knew that his parents gave him too little love. If he really cared about him, he would not be sent to Beijing.
In her previous life, she had never seen Princess Zhuang Shu. When she married to the Yizhou Palace, he already had a lot of power in the palace. It's just that these statuses were achieved by his hard work with both hands, and relying on the prestige built up by his little efforts, that was achieved by hard work.
The battlefield was dangerous, and among the princes, he was at the forefront.
She came back several times and was seriously injured, obviously injured seriously, but pretended to be calm and gentle in front of her. He knew that he was hiding in the study secretly and taking the medicine secretly, and he returned to the backyard after taking the medicine. Once, the injury was so serious that I couldn't hide it. I simply sent someone back to tell her that there was something important in the military, and I would come back later.
At that time, she was very seldom concerned about him, so she believed what he said. Gradually, she was not so easy to deceive.
Whenever he came home from injuries, took off his robe, and looked at the scar on his body, she cried and applied medicine to her.
In the three years in the Royal Palace of Yi, she gradually fell in love with reading medical books. At the time, she didn't feel it. But now, when I think about it, I am afraid that I loved him deeply at that time, thinking that he is always injured. As a wife, she must know some medical skills. She is always by his side, even if he is injured, she knows some medical skills, so she knows how to take care of him.
It's just that she hasn't finished learning, and before she can use what she has learned to help him, the fate of the two of them is exhausted.
The prince Yi has many heirs, and the princess also arranges him with a son, and he is indifferent by nature, and he can't speak smartly to please his parents. When there are difficulties in the residence, the first person to be pushed out is naturally him.
Lin Wan thought he was very pitiful. Even if he was not loved by his father, at least his mother and grandparents loved him very much. But what about him... He has no one, only her.
Thinking about his previous life, he didn't know that his wife loved him before he died. Before he died, he thought he was just alone from beginning to end. I have spent my whole life serving the country and the family for the people, but what has been gained? Is he chilling? Thinking of this, Lin Wan decided that she should treat him well.
"Zidu, after you go to the battlefield, I will follow you." There was light in her eyes, "You march and fight, and I will be a military doctor. If you are injured, I will treat you in time." Lin thought of the injury. Wan suddenly struggled, and raised his hand to untie his robe, "What's wrong with your injury, let me see."
Zhao Yong raised his hand to hold her small hand that was swaying, looked at her with scorching eyes, chuckled and shook his head: "It's okay."
Lin Wan didn't believe it: "It's okay to take off your clothes and let me have a look."
Zhao Yong squeezed her face: "Aren't you sleepy?"
Lin Wan groaned, knowing that his injury was definitely not healed, so he puffed up his cheeks and glared at him.
Zhao Yong had no choice but to untie his robe and let her see her injuries.
I did what she said and healed within a month, but in the polo match, I couldn't use my left arm, so the injury was not good, but worse.
Lin Wan looked at the rotten meat, tears in her eyes kept falling like broken pearls.
Zhao Yong hurriedly comforted: "For those who practice martial arts, this injury is nothing. Fortunately, the toxins are cleared and there will be no life worry." He paused for a while, thought about it, and tentatively. Asked, "Wan'er, you don't want me just because this scar is ugly?"
Lin Wan stared at him fiercely, and pinched his waist as soon as she pressed her hand.
But it is impossible to pinch it at all. For Zhao Yong, this little strength is not a punishment at all, but an anger.
With a teasing smile in his eyes, he approached her, pressed his forehead against her and said, "Wan Wan, if you kiss him, it won’t look so ugly. Maybe, it’s better soon. ."
Lin Wan raised her eyes and continued to stare at him. Did he think she didn't dare? Sure enough, she leaned over and kissed his ugly scar.
Feeling the numbness, Zhao Yongfeng's eyes opened wide, and then there seemed to be a flow of heat in his body, which made him feel hot all over his body, and even somewhere under his body, he was suddenly overwhelmed by thunder. When he woke up, the two of them were already close to each other tightly, and she naturally felt the strangeness of his body clearly.
Zhao Yong glanced at her quickly, but Lin Wan kept his head down, pretending that he didn't understand anything.
"Wan Wan..." He called her, her voice obviously changed, even he frowned slightly, and a wry smile of self-deprecating crossed the corner of his lips, "Wan Wan is all right, you have been tired for a day, so hurry up and rest. "
Lin Wan smiled in her heart, but her face was very serious, and she shook her head vigorously: "No, the son said, he will heal soon after kissing him. I hope that he will get better soon, so I have to keep kissing him. "After that, she smiled at him, and then continued to lean over, sticking out her small tongue, and lightly ****.
Zhao Yong felt that this was really a set for himself. He felt itchy, but he didn't want to push her away. I can only close my eyes tightly, not only enjoying the sweetness, but also enduring the suffering.
Lin Wan laughed lightly, raised his hand and punched him in the chest.
Zhao Yong grabbed the hand and put it to his mouth, with an unstoppable smile in his eyes.
"Let's sleep with clothes for a while." Zhao Yong tried his best to suppress the evil fire in his heart. Seeing that she was no longer naughty, he quickly gave a good suggestion and said, "You lie down and let me hold you. Son."
Lin Wan nodded at him, then shrank her soft body in his arms, facing him, with her head resting on his strong arm.
Xu was too tired, and Xu felt at ease with him, and soon fell asleep.
When Lin Wan woke up, it was already dawn outside. She slept in a daze, but sat up with a bullet.
Zhou Huaru was being served by a maid combing her hair, smelling a movement, and turning around and said: "What's wrong with you? Now that you are awake, get up, the air outside is good."
Lin Wan realized that he was not with Zhao Yong, so he was relieved, then rubbed his eyes and went to bed.
Several maids were serving the master to freshen up and dress up, and as soon as they were properly cleaned up, the three would leave the tent.