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

After the Xu family's "reunion dinner" ended, everyone left.

Wutong Courtyard suddenly had a relaxing atmosphere.

Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the courtyard, Xu Rongrong asked someone to place a couch.

On the low table next to it is a crystal clear osmanthus brew.

Xu Rongrong sat on the couch, holding a cup in her hand and leaning on a soft pillow behind her. She listened to Luo Shu and Wen Yao chattering and telling each other what they had seen and heard in the past few days, with a shallow smile overflowing from the corner of her mouth.

In the last few months of her previous life, when she lived alone in the Wangjiang Pavilion of the Hou Mansion, she often behaved like this.

There was a soft couch in front of the window. She often poured a cup of clear wine and sat by the window, watching the distant Songjiang River sparkling under the moonlight and listening to the sound of cicadas chirping nearby.

The difference was that her mood at that time was one of despair day after day. She often looked back on the past in a state of intoxication, unable to find any warm memories.

But today, there is a rare sense of freedom and relaxation.

Unfortunately, this relaxation did not last long.

"Sister Rong, Yi Changshi is here." Xu Chao went forward and returned, with Mu Yi looking like a bitter melon behind him.

"Come here at this time...what's important for Yi Changshi?" Xu Rongrong asked.

"Reporting to the county lord, it's Lord Marquis... He has not been well since he returned home." Mu Yi carefully selected his words.

"How come? Isn't it a good idea before getting on the bus in the afternoon?"

Mu Yi bit the bullet and said, "My subordinates don't know what's going on. Now they have started to have a fever." "In that case, let's ask the imperial doctor." Xu Rongrong replied that she was not a doctor and could not treat the disease.

"I've sent someone to invite you. But this place is too far away from the palace. I'm afraid it will take a long time to come and go. I would like to come and see if the county master has any other good medicine?"

"Didn't you give him the medicine I gave him?"

"It has been used according to the order of the county master. Perhaps the injury was aggravated by running around today. After the plaster was applied, the marquis not only failed to stop the bleeding, but started talking nonsense."

how come?Xu Rongrong said doubtfully.

Is there something wrong with the improved formula?

She was puzzled and simply stood up and said, "I'll let you go and have a look."

Mu Yi was secretly happy, but with a hint of guilt on his lips: "Thank you, County Master."

……

The layout of Mu's house is similar to that of Xu's house. The whole house is not big, but there are three or four independent courtyards.

Mu Yi led Xu Rongrong and Wen Yao inside. The further they walked, the more remote they felt.

The courtyard where Mu Rong lives now is in a corner of Mu's house. There is a dense forest in the courtyard, and the sound of autumn sounds is disturbing.

Xu Rongrong stopped and glanced at Mu Yi: "Why did the Marquis choose to live here? It's dark and noisy here. It's not a good place to recuperate."

Mu Yi glanced at the courtyard wall with a strange expression and did not answer.

Xu Rongrong had not yet reacted, but Wen Yao quickly understood: "Miss, next door to this courtyard wall is our Wutong Courtyard."

Xu Rongrong: "..."

Mu Yi whispered: "The Marquis said that even if he can't see the eldest lady all the time, knowing that you are next door is enough to give him peace of mind."

Xu Rongrong quickly raised her hand: "Stop it."

……

A faint smell of blood was spreading in Mu Rong's room.

Xu Rongrong was stunned when she walked to the door: How could it be so serious?

Without any further thought, she pushed open the door and entered.

Wen Yao was stopped outside the door by Mu Yi, and the little girl frowned coldly: "Why don't you let me in?"

Before Mu Yi could speak, a cheerful male voice sounded from behind Wen Yao:

"You don't know how to heal. You can't help much if you go in. Come on, I'll take you to play."

After saying that, Wen Yao was carried on the man's shoulders. Her face turned red with anger and she called him by his name: "Mu Ai, put me down!"

In one leap, Mu Ai and Wen Yao landed on the roof of a house in the courtyard next door, smiling as he watched the girl stamp her feet.

In the room, Mu Rong was lying on the couch.

The middle coat on his body was slightly open, and he could clearly see that the wounds exposed inside were still bleeding despite the ointment applied on them.

Xu Rongrong walked over, looked at the abnormal flush on his face, and reached out to touch his forehead.

Sure enough, I had a fever.

It shouldn't be... Xu Rongrong murmured.

"Master Hou...Master Hou..." She called twice.

But the man on the couch didn't seem to hear anything.

Xu Rongrong washed her hands with warm water and then sat next to Mu Rong.He leaned down and gently wiped the ointment on his wound with gauze, hoping to further check the extent of the minor injury.

Treating the injured, she moved gently and carefully.

His shallow breaths hit Mu Rong's chest, making him excited.

He regretted a little, he shouldn't have pretended to be faint just now.

He was motionless at the moment, and letting her get closer made him feel numb all over, and even...a little swollen and painful.

Xu Rongrong naturally didn't notice this. After wiping off the ointment, she wiped the blood from the wound bit by bit with warm water.

Mu Rong lay there quietly, holding the brocade quilt under him with both hands.

He tried hard to restrain himself and not let her see anything unusual.

But...the next moment.

A piece of bloody gauze was thrown on his face.

"Mu Rong, get up!" Xu Rongrong's voice was mixed with uncontrollable anger.

Mu Rong was startled. Could it be that he had been exposed?

"You're talking about recurring injuries! This wound was obviously torn open by yourself!" Xu Rongrong exposed him mercilessly.

She felt she had been teased and turned to leave in anger.

The next moment, her arms were tightly grasped, and her body was pulled backwards with great force, and she ran into a warm embrace.

"Rong Rong, don't leave. I don't dare to leave anymore. I just want to see you..." Mu Rong hugged her tightly and murmured.

Xu Rongrong was imprisoned and motionless, and she simply stopped struggling: "Is this what the Marquis wants to do to you?"

Mu Rong felt warm in his heart: "Is Rong Rong worried about me?"

"Master Hou is really a born lover!" Xu Rongrong sneered, "In order to lie to me, Master Hou not only violated yourself, but also violated me! When Yi Changshi passed the message, I really thought that it was me who was so rash that it caused There is something wrong with the ointment! But who knows! Who knows..."

"Who knew I lied to you." Mu Rong added, turning the person in his arms over so that she faced him, "Rong Rong is so smart, she can see through me at a glance."

"But I'm not just doing it for my own selfish reasons."

"We are marching and fighting outside, and repeated injuries are common, so I want to try it today to see if this medicine has the same miraculous effect on wounds that are repeatedly torn." He said the words he had prepared.

He knew Xu Rongrong's weakness. The girl didn't pity him, but she did pity the soldiers on the battlefield.

Of course, he also needs to confirm whether the ointment has more effects.

The anger of the girl in front of him was gradually diminishing, and he continued to put on a pitiful look: "It's just that I was anxious today and my methods were indeed a bit rough. I won't be like this next time."

"Do you still want a next time?" Xu Rongrong frowned.

"No more, no more!" Mu Rong shook his head quickly, "Just this once."

Xu Rongrong looked at him: "The medicine originally prepared for Mr. Hou was specially used for arrow sores with deep and narrow wounds, mainly to stop bleeding. Now that the wound has been torn and the wound has worsened, it is naturally no longer suitable. It is not even as good as the ordinary gold sore medicine. If If you want to apply it to today’s wounds, you need to reformulate it.”

Mu Rong smiled: "That's it, Rong Rong is really amazing."

Mu Rong still had a fever and his wound needed to be re-bandaged. Xu Rongrong didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he took the golden sore medicine and re-applied it on him, and then re-wrapped the bandage.

The girl's approach made Mu Rong lean down involuntarily.

He took a deep breath and gently smelled the sweet fragrance on the girl's body.

"Rongrong drank the sweet-scented osmanthus wine?"

Xu Rongrong raised his head: "What's wrong?"

"It's delicious."

Xu Rongrong: "..."