The reborn sweet girl always wants to escape, but the abstinent prince hugs her and coaxes her!

Looking at the blood showing through his white shirt, the wound must have burst open.

Xu Rongrong hesitated for a moment, but finally did not kick him out.

"Wen Yao, go and ask the imperial doctor to come over."

"It's just a minor injury. It will be fine in a while." Mu Rong slowly sat down on the couch, looking very strenuous.

"Master Marquis, why is it so important that you have to talk about it now?" Xu Rongrong sat down opposite him.

"I came here to thank the Lord of Ping'an County for saving my life." Mu Rong looked at her with a smile, "I thought I was going to die, but I didn't know that the Lord of the County, with his brilliant rejuvenation skills, actually brought me back to life."

Hearing this, Xu Rongrong sneered and said, "Master Hou, you don't have to be like this. The person who really saves you is the imperial doctor."

"Yes, yes! But I still caused trouble for the county lord after all."

"Haha... If you don't want to cause trouble to others in the future, Lord Marquis, please keep yourself safe and avoid putting yourself in danger by mistake."

Mu Rong smiled calmly when he heard this, and even showed a hint of hope: "Is Rongrong jealous?"

Xu Rongrong: "..."

She didn't bother to talk to him.

Mu Rong saw the ointment on the table and asked, "What is Rong Rong making?"

"It's just some hemostatic medicine." Xu Rongrong replied.

"Have you tried it?"

"Not tried yet."

Mu Rong smiled and said, "Can you let me try it? Look, my wound is hurting again."

Xu Rongrong stared, and the clothes on Mu Rong's chest were indeed red.

The Blood Dried Grass and the Golden Sore Medicine are both excellent healing products, and may not be harmful if used on the body, but... he is the body of a Marquis after all. Do you really want to use him to test the medicine?

Seeing Xu Rongrong's hesitation, Mu Rong continued to confuse:

"Rong Rong, don't worry, I'm fine now. What's more, if this medicine is proven to be effective for injuries, wouldn't it be a good thing if it becomes popular among our Zhou army in the future? As a general, I should naturally take the medicine before my subordinates. Try the medicine yourself."

Xu Rongrong looked at him with confusion.

Although this man's words were precise and reasonable, she always felt that this was not his ambition.

However, she was indeed a little moved.

"In that case, there is Vice Admiral Lao Ai." After Xu Rongrong finished speaking, he looked back, only to find that Mu Ai had slipped away quietly at some point, and... also followed Wen Yao.

At this time, she and he were the only two people left in the tent.

Mu Rong looked at Xu Rongrong weakly, suppressing the desire to succeed in his heart: "Thank you, County Master."

Seeing the color gradually fading from his face, Xu Rongrong walked over helplessly.

The white middle coat was removed, revealing the bandages on half of Mu Rong's body.

Is the imperial doctor... going to tie him into a rice dumpling?Xu Rongrong frowned: "Being tied like this is not conducive to the recovery of the wound."

"That's what Rong Rong said."

Layers of bandages were removed, and his solid chest was covered with many old wounds.

He was only twenty, but he was already so scarred. It would seem that the title of First-Rank Military Marquis was not solely due to Zu Yin, but also to him who fought desperately.

The distance between the new arrow wound on the chest and the heart was only a few millimeters. If the thief was even half an inch away, even a real god would be unable to save him.

As they bowed their heads, the two of them were so close that Xu Rongrong seemed to be able to feel the other person's breath blowing across her face like a breeze.

She quickly backed away, gathered her thoughts, and gently applied the prepared ointment to his wound.

Then, she sat back at the desk and wrote down:

"Is it itchy?" she asked.

"It doesn't itch."

"Is it cold?" she continued to ask.

"It's a bit cool, which is a bit refreshing."

"Will it relieve the previous pain?"

"Most of it has been relieved, but it's a little sore and numb." Mu Rong answered truthfully.

"It seems that the medicine for golden sores was mixed too much." Xu Rongrong thought thoughtfully. The medicine for golden sores contained anesthetics, which made the wound feel sore and numb.

After she finished recording, she got up and walked over.

There was a trace of expectation in Mu Rong's eyes.

Xu Rongrong slowly leaned down and looked at his chest.

Mu Rong felt that his heart was beating like a drum, as if he was out of control.

Until Xu Rongrong said: "Well, after just a cup of tea, the blood clots condensed into scabs."

Mu Rong: "..."

He suddenly felt like he was like the poultry and... rats used to test medicine in the Imperial Medical Office.

However, he enjoyed it as much as he could.

Xu Rongrong straightened up and showed a faint smile: "If we adjust the proportions again, we can promote it in the army!"

Mu Rong rarely saw her smiling in front of him, and this proud smile made him a little crazy.

It was not in vain that he performed this painful trick with injuries according to the book.

……

The heavy rain outside the tent finally fell.

Xu Rongrong wrapped a clean bandage on Mu Rong.

During the entanglement, she inevitably intertwined her hands, looking from the side as if they were hugging each other.

Because he was the injured person, Xu Rongrong didn't feel anything was wrong.

Every time she came close and surrounded her, Mu Rong's heart was filled with emotions, followed by endless despair.

This... was stolen by him after all.

He felt that he was a little shameless, but if he could get a little closer, he would be shameless.

After the bandage was finished, Xu Rongrong handed him the middle coat: "The medicine has been changed. Please take it back, Lord Marquis."

Mu Rong had no choice but to get up.

But he was feeling numb all over from sitting just now, and when he stood up, he staggered and almost fell down.

Lightning flashed outside the tent and thunder boomed.

Xu Rongrong pressed her forehead, with a look of impatience on her face: "Master Hou, there is no need to act, please come back."

Mu Rong smiled bitterly in his heart, he really wasn't acting this time.

Seeing that he did not move, the irritated girl who was disturbed by the heavy rain sneered: "Master Hou has been pestering me for a long time, but do you know that Miss Lin has been deposed from the title of princess and sent back to Beijing? Are you not sad at all?"

Mu Rong said in a deep voice: "She is neither a friend nor a relative of me. Why should I feel sad for her?"

Xu Rongrong: "..."

"Rong Rong wanted to ask why I was with her that night?"

"I will explain this to you in the future, but for now... please bear with me."

Xu Rongrong wanted to say something else, but the lights in the tent were blown out by the wind and rain, and it suddenly fell into darkness.

The mottled lightning made bright and dark marks through the window in the tent.

Xu Rongrong couldn't help but started to tremble, and she bent over and curled up into a ball.

Mu Rong's face suddenly changed. He remembered that Xu Rongrong was in such pain that night when he first came to the hunting palace, so he ignored the injuries on his body and took her into his arms: "Rongrong, don't be afraid."

Because the incident happened suddenly, Xu Rongrong's head leaned on his bare chest before he had time to put on his shirt.

The man's strong muscles and firm imprisonment seemed to bring her back to that rainy night full of humiliation and fear.

She was trembling violently and raised her head in the man's arms. Her clarity and indifference were gone, and she begged with a sad look on her face: "Please... don't..."

With four trembling words, Mu Rong understood everything in an instant.

He finally knew where the source of her rainy night attack came from.

It turned out that the drunken night in his previous life left a lingering mark on him for a whole life, but it left her only fear and pain.

She weakly pushed him away with both hands, her face full of helplessness: "Please Lord Marquis... let me go..."

That night, she begged the same way.

But intoxicated by alcohol and desire, he finally devoured her.

now……

He didn't dare to touch her anymore, but slowly placed her on the couch and watched her body gradually curl up into a ball.

He couldn't see her in such pain, so he raised his hand and touched her sleeping point.

Xu Rongrong fell asleep, but her little brows were already furrowed.

Mu Rong ignored the blood that spewed out from the wound. He forced himself to slowly inject his inner energy into the center of her eyebrows.

Finally, the girl's brows gradually relaxed, and her sleeping face was no longer painful.

Outside the tent, Mu Ai held the struggling Wen Yao tightly.

He really couldn't figure out how this gentle and thin girl could have such strength, and she almost broke free several times.

When the tent door opened, Mu Rong's face turned pale. He managed to support his body and slowly walked out of the tent.

He looked at Wen Yao and said: "Take good care of your young lady."

Then he fainted in front of Mu Ai.