On the carriage covered with white blankets, the Crown Prince sat there in a bright yellow court dress, with obvious cold sweat on his forehead, and his already pink lips were even paler. More importantly, Huan Moche could clearly smell the blood in the carriage. taste.
Shang Wuxin's abdomen is very painful at the moment. In her previous life, she didn't have menstruation as a woman, because she was surgically removed part of a woman when she was young, so she never felt this kind of feeling, but now Shang Wuxin feels it. Being a woman is really painful, the pain in the abdomen made Shang Wuxin want to lie down, but there was still a man sitting in the carriage, a man who didn't know his identity as a woman.
"Bengong is not injured. Mo Che is in a hurry, so let's go down first!" Shang Wuxin deliberately made herself speak more calmly. She thought that Moche was a good talker on weekdays, and she would definitely not disobey today. himself, but Shang Wuxin guessed wrong.
If it is normal for Huan Moche to do anything that does not suit the prince's wishes to make the prince unhappy, but knowing that the prince is injured, how can he leave with confidence, at this moment Huan Moche's heart is full of anxiety and worry, annoyed at himself Why don't you know medicine.
"Prince!" Huan Moche suddenly approached the prince and was ready to check what kind of injury the prince had suffered. After all, the smell of blood was so strong that the injury must be serious, and Huan Moche didn't think about the identities of the two at this time, and Huan Moche There is nothing to be embarrassed about that they are both men.
When Huan Moche approached the prince and wanted to untie the prince's clothes, Shang Wuxin pushed Huan Moche away, but he didn't expect Huan Moche to deceive himself again and change his former image to become stronger. There was also a seriousness in his tone that hated iron and steel, "Prince, don't deceive Mo Che, the smell of blood on the prince's body must be so serious, how can it be sloppy, and the prince should cherish himself, if the injury is serious, something happens to the prince. What about those of us who follow the Prince?"
Shang Wuxin held the hand that Huan Moche wanted to check his body. If he was asked to check his female identity like this, it would have been exposed. Shang Wuxin felt that the hand held by him was very slender and knuckles clearly defined, and there were obvious calluses on the middle finger. , It seems that Huan Moche really likes writing and painting on weekdays.
Huan Moche was a little excited when he was held by the prince. He always knew that the prince liked to get close to and tease his friend Leng Yufeng, and he did not resist the closeness of the man disguised as a woman, but he didn't say that he touched the prince every time. Seeing that he seemed to have disgusted eyes, this was the first time that the prince was so close to him, and he could even feel that the prince's hand was so soft.
"Bengong said that there is nothing in this palace, you go!" Shang Wuxin's voice was already filled with displeasure, but because of the discomfort, her voice was also mixed with weakness, making Shang Wuxin's rare tantrum more like a kitten The same coquettish.
Huan Moche was angry, distressed and overwhelmed. He felt that the prince was too stubborn, but he had no choice but to beat the prince. Huan Moche said it and did it. He felt very shocked. move.
Huan Moche's big hand gently touched the crown prince's head, with comfort and doting in his voice, "My dear, let me see where you are injured, so that the imperial doctor can come and see!"
Don't think that a man's head can't be touched, and Shang Wuxin's head can't be touched either, but when Shang Wuxin was about to get angry, she heard that "Good!" She was not moved but wanted to scold people, be good, she thought Get him out of here!
However, Huan Moche felt that the hair in his hand was very soft and fragrant. He really wanted to keep the prince in captivity by his side in the future, pampering, loving and protecting him, but he felt it before Huan Moche imagined it. With the cold air coming from the prince, Huan Moche thought about his actions, and he seemed to have touched the prince's head.
Huan Moche was a little embarrassed, but he still couldn't refuse and was ready to see the prince's injury.
Shang Wuxin looked at Huan Moche, who was squatting beside him, and his voice was weak, "Bengong is just having an old illness, if Mo Che is really worried about Bengong, it might be better for Wuwei to go back quickly. The medicine will be fine!"
Shang Wuxin was the only one who could call menstruation an old disease, but at this moment, Shang Wuxin opened his eyes and said nonsense, but Huan Moche believed it. Afraid it would be very uncomfortable, Huan Moche couldn't help but gently patted the prince's back, "Wuxin, hold on for a while, and you'll be home in a while!"
Shang Wuxin closed his eyes and curled up beside the carriage at the moment. Although Huan Moche really wanted to take the prince into his arms, as long as he got too close to the prince, he would open his eyes vigilantly, which made Huan Moche helpless. The carriage took the reins in Dreadnought's hand and drove the carriage very fast, but it arrived at the Prince's Mansion after a while.
Shang Wuxin didn't go out and didn't let Huan Moche into the carriage, but just let Wuwei go and get something, Wuwei took a big cloak back to the carriage and handed it to the prince, and then stood outside the carriage to be alert to anyone approaching the carriage.
Shang Wuxin took a thick and wide black cloak and draped it over his body to cover the blood on his lower body. He covered his stomach and saw that there was no blood in the carriage and there was nothing wrong with it. And Shang Wuxin was supported by Huan Moche as soon as he stepped off the carriage, and Shang Wuxin, who couldn't straighten his waist in pain, put his weight on Huan Moche's body.
Huan Moche, who rarely sees the prince looking so weak, clenched his hands tightly. He crossed the prince's waist with one hand so that the prince could rely on himself more. He still remembered that the last thunderstorm, although the prince was injured, he was not so weak. Huan Moche felt in his heart. Thinking of the hand on the prince's waist, the hand tightened even more.
Han Xuanhao, who got the news, rushed out of his courtyard. When he saw the pale-faced prince leaning on Huan Moche's arms, he was not jealous but worried. He walked quickly. Going to the prince's side, as a killer, the smell of blood is even more obvious, and Han Xuanhao's face is also white, "Injured?"
Shang Wuxin didn't want to talk anymore, so Huan Moche looked at Han Xuanhao, who was obviously a man but dressed up as a woman. If he said that this man didn't try to impersonate Moche, he wouldn't believe it, but he still replied, "Wuxin has an old illness. !"
Han Xuanhao looked at the prince and knew that the prince didn't want anyone to know, so he had to come to the other side of the prince to support the prince. When he touched the prince, Han Xuanhao's pretentious female voice also became anxious and became his reality. "Wuxin, why is your body so cold?"
It was obviously warm weather looking at the heavy cloak on the crown prince's body and the sweat on his forehead, but it couldn't warm the prince's body temperature. Han Xuanhao and Huan Moche exchanged glances, and both knew the seriousness of the matter, but even if They were so impatient but didn't dare to touch the bottom line of the prince, dare not ask what the old disease was, let alone do something tough, and they all became cautious when they met the prince.
Director Hai stood outside the dormitory and looked at the little prince with a pale face, and hurriedly came to the prince's side regardless of his injury, "Prince, what's wrong? Where are you uncomfortable?" Huan Moche and Han Xuan who were beside the prince were pushed away. Hao helped the prince into the bedroom, Han Xuanhao and Huan Moche were about to follow, but were stopped by Fearless and the secret guards of the prince's residence.
"The prince has an old illness and needs to rest in peace, please go back!" The fearless voice was respectful but also unwilling to give in. Just now she knew what happened to the prince. It turned out that it was the menstrual period, and they were all careless. When the prince is dressed as a man, they really regard the prince as a man.
Huan Moche's peach blossom eyes were a little sad, but he still sat in the pavilion in the courtyard of the dormitory.
Han Xuanhao moved his fingers and wanted to rush in, but thinking of the prince's temper, he obediently took back his murderous aura and sat in the pavilion.
Fearless was relieved to see that neither of them did anything. He turned around and entered the dormitory. Director Hai stood outside and his old face was a little red. He thought that the prince was injured, but he didn't expect it to be... Director Hai felt a burst of emotion in his heart. The prince who was coquettish behind him finally grew up.
When Wu Wu walked into the dormitory, he saw Wu Wu standing there holding the prepared menstrual belt, and Wu Wu asked curiously, "When did you do it?" With just one glance, Wu Wu knew what the menstrual belt was. Made for the prince. After all, the fabric used for this monthly event belt is the best.
"After knowing that the prince is a woman!" Wu feared said, although she was not fearless and attentive many times, she still cared about the prince, Wu fear looked at the direction of the bathtub and asked, "The prince seems to be in pain, is there something wrong? question?"
Fearless and fearless had their menstrual periods a long time ago, but their menstrual periods were very smooth, and there was no problem at all except for a little discomfort, but the appearance of the prince today made them very uneasy, but it happened that I can't find a doctor to see it, otherwise it would be great if the prince's gender is known.
When Shang Wuxin got the menstrual belt ready, put on clothes and washed clean, she just lay on the bed. The pain in her abdomen made Shang Wuxin feel very cold. At this moment, Wu Wuxin brought a bag of hot water and put it in. In the quilt, Wu fear is holding a bowl of boiled sugar water.
Shang Wuxin took over the sugar water and drank it, and the pain in his abdomen seemed to be a little less. Looking at the two caring maids and the worried Eunuch Hai, thinking of Huan Moche and Han Xuanhao who had not left yet, Shang Wuxin Wuxin buried himself in the quilt and said, "I'm fine in this palace, you all go down, and tell the people outside!"
Fearless and fearless walked out of the dormitory, but when the three of them walked out of the dormitory, Director Hai went down to rest. After all, his injury was not healed.
"Prince is fine now, thank you two for your concern, the prince has rested now!" Fearless stepped forward to salute the two and said directly, making Han Xuanhao and Huan Moche, who were waiting anxiously, slightly relieved, and knew that Even if the two waited here, the prince would not come out.
"Why don't you go to my son's courtyard for a drink!" Huan Moche suggested to Han Xuanhao in front of him.
Looking at Huan Moche's provocative or tentative gaze, Han Xuanhao nodded and returned to his enchanting look, "It's better to be respectful than to obey!" After saying that, the two walked towards Huan Moche's courtyard.