General, the little emperor ran away [System]

"Don't move around." Lin Zhao grabbed his hand, dug out a little ointment, and applied it carefully and evenly.

"Itch." He Ning flinched, but didn't pull back. He frowned and tried to make a fist again. General Lin lifted his eyelids and gave him a flabbergasted look. He didn't dare to act like a monster anymore. He bit his lower lip, blinked and stared at Lin Zhao. .

Lin Zhao wanted to continue applying the medicine, but seeing his clear eyes, he couldn't do it. He sighed, and pressed his fingertips lightly on his wound.

"Growing new flesh, bear with it, don't scratch." Lin Zhao's voice was soft, and his warm breath sprayed on He Ning's hands, blowing the tiny hairs on the skin, making it even more itchy.

He Ning couldn't sit still, he twisted left and right like a nail sitting on his buttocks.

Lin Zhao frowned: "What's wrong?"

He Ning pitifully looked at his hand, and pursed his mouth: "It's even more itchy."

"..." Lin Zhao coughed twice, rubbed it without any fuss, and went straight to the good medicine.

The wound on the hand was not deep, but due to He Ning's improper handling at that time, the wound was very wide, leaving a light pink slightly raised scar on the bent part of the fist.

Lin Zhao took a fixed look, and suddenly took his hand and blew gently on his mouth. His eyelids were slightly drooped, and the drooping hair on his temples just covered his expression.

He Ning wanted to hold hands helplessly, but General Lin grabbed his fingers: "I told you not to move around, why are you disobedient?"

"No, no disobedient." He Ning Nuo Nuo retorted, he looked at the polished laughing hill, "No, don't look, ugly."

"It's not ugly, but no matter what happens in the future, you are not allowed to hurt yourself." General Lin pinched the fingertips one by one and played with them. "Disobedient children will be punished."

He Ning shrank his shoulders, and drooped the corners of his mouth: "I don't even remember."

General Lin's dark eyes stared straight at him, as if a sharp arrow pierced through all the barriers with a "stab" and shot into the depths of his heart.

He Ning was horrified by him, but he still tried his best to pretend to be disapproving.

Lin Zhao sighed slightly, with a gloomy look in his eyes, he lowered his head and tore off a small piece of cloth to help him re-bandage.

He Ning was flustered, raised his face to look at General Lin's face in panic, and unconsciously wanted to speak, always felt that the quiet environment was empty, and had the illusion that General Lin already knew everything.

His eyes wandered wildly, and he suddenly settled on the tray of medicine, and almost called out: "General."

Lin Zhao's eyes were focused and serious, and his movements were gentle. He paused when he disturbed him, and raised his face: "What's wrong?" The loss just now seemed to be He Ning's illusion.

He said to Ning Baba: "Then, what's in that pink bottle?"

"A kind of ointment, I bought it this morning." Lin Zhao cut off the strip of cloth, carefully picked off all the threads on it, and then nodded in satisfaction.

He Ning came over and played with his hand curiously, and sniffed it close to his nose. Even without opening the plug, he could smell a strong floral fragrance, which made his nose a little tingling, and it was precisely because the smell was too strong. So strong, I couldn't tell what it was like.

He was robbed and sniffed, with red eyes: "Is it a wound medicine? Why is it so fragrant?" Is the taste of men in the army so peculiar now? He remembered that the medicine General Lin applied to his feet last time was rose scented.

"Well, different types of flowers from the Sixteenth Middle School are produced. The concentration is a little higher and the taste is a bit strong." He pulled He Ning's hand, "Don't get so close."

He Ning squinted his mouth, pinching the porcelain vase: "There are so many flowers, it's hard to make."

"Well, this is a trial product, and there is only one bottle now." Lin Zhao said disapprovingly, he put away the tray, stood up, turned around and put it on the table.

It was fine to hold it in your hand, but General Lin said in such a casual tone that it was such a valuable and rare item. He Ning almost lost his hand and went out. He quickly put his hands in his arms and placed them carefully On the quilt, his fingers were still patting the top of the small porcelain bottle soothingly, so scared that he didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear that the loud sound would shatter the bottle.

He had a bitter face: "What kind of grease is this, so expensive?" He looked at Lin Zhao as if begging for help, his eyes were filled with writing, and quickly took it away, otherwise I would definitely break his begging expression with clumsy hands.

Lin Zhao pinched the porcelain vase with two fingers. He didn't know what movements he made with his nimble fingers. He Ning only watched in horror as the porcelain vase turned around on the back of his hand and returned to his palm, slightly open in fear. mouth, waited until he was sure that he had squeezed the porcelain bottle firmly, and then said tremblingly: "General, take it easy, this thing is so expensive." The point is, isn't this the last bottle? You can't buy it even if you have money, Sixteen For flower extraction, the raw materials are not necessarily all together.

Throwing the porcelain bottle into his arms casually, He Ning Huarong turned pale with fright, wanted to raise his hand to grab it but was afraid that he would accidentally block it.

The porcelain vase was like his own heart, and it suddenly fell in front of him. He quickly held it down, and exhaled in fear: "General Lin, what are you doing, you almost scared me to death just now, what if it breaks? "

"Then look for it again, and I will try my best to get a second bottle." Lin Zhao sat on the edge of the bed, with his face slightly drooping, He Ning couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could hear his seriousness. "You don't need to be so trembling, it's just a bottle of medicine, you don't need to pay attention to anything in the general's mansion, it doesn't matter if it's broken or broken, just do whatever you want."

"Besides, this medicine was originally found for you."

The system inexplicably heard the meaning of the domineering president. If it were put into the novel, it would be "it's just a vase worth [-] million yuan. If it breaks, it will break. If it makes you laugh, it will die well."

Ah, really...spicy eyes.

How could the little emperor, who hadn't yet opened his heart, be able to resist such destructive love words, his cheeks could instantly turn red like burning clouds in the sky, not to mention his heart beating as fast as bungee jumping, and he couldn't even breathe steadily.

The system tsk tsk tsk, while complaining that raising a child now is like playing a game, while opening the game and entering the first-level alert state.

He Ning carefully picked up the bottle and handed it to General Lin: "General Lin, the wound on my hand is almost healed, even if I clench my fist hard, it won't hurt anymore, really." He nodded deliberately and emphasized, "Really There is no need for such a good medicine, so it is better to keep such a valuable thing, it would be a pity if it is accidentally broken."

Lin Zhao's eyes were dark, and he didn't reach out to pick up something: "This is for removing scars."

He Ning subconsciously looked at his hand, the pink but hideous wound had been covered, he shook his head again and again: "No need, no one saw it, this medicine... is really too expensive, and It's still the first bottle..." He really couldn't afford it.

"It's not precious, it's far more valuable than a hair of yours." Lin Zhao's tone was flat, but He Ning heard that his neck was empty, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from his palms. He quietly turned his back and rubbed against his clothes superior.

He Ning raised his face suddenly, and asked almost beggingly: "The general is so kind to me, will the general always treat me well?"

"Of course." The words he liked were on his lips, but Lin Zhao didn't say them after all. The little emperor was still young, and his thoughts were pure and innocent. He was afraid of scaring the other party.

He Ning was as happy as a child who got candy, and immediately happily handed out the good person card to Lin Zhao: "General, you are so kind."

The little emperor's eyebrows and eyes were curved, and his eyes spread like a broken starry sky. Lin Zhao looked at him calmly. He asked, "What about the prime minister? Did he treat you badly?"

"Huh?" He Ning tilted his head, "Prime Minister? It's good." He couldn't just say that the prime minister coveted the throne and was secretly waiting for an opportunity to get rid of him.

When the little emperor was speaking, he kept raising his eyelids to quietly observe General Lin's face, and asked nervously, "General Lin, did I say something wrong?"

"No, I just want to ask whether I treat you well, or the prime minister treats you well, likes me, or the prime minister?" Lin Zhao sat down next to him, leaning his shoulders against his shoulders, stroking his head with his big hands.

He Ning was so overwhelmed that he couldn't lift his head: "Of course it's the general. I like the general the most." With his big warm hand on his face, he smiled pitifully and stupidly, "General, I'm stupid. You must tell me what is wrong." He twisted his fingers nervously at the hem of his clothes, "I will definitely change it, as long as you bring it up, I will change it, you must not hate me."

Lin Zhao twitched his temples with his fingers, and couldn't tell whether he should be happy or ecstatic for a while, but his face remained calm: "You like me so much?"

"Yeah." He Ning nodded shyly, "The general treats me well."

Lin Zhao's full of words were directly blocked in his throat, his eyes instantly changed from love to kindness, and he rubbed his soft hair: "No need to change, I like you too." I like all of you for no reason, true you.

"Really?" He Ning was overjoyed, no matter whether it was true or not, he was so happy that he almost jumped up from the bed, and wrapped his arms around Lin Zhao's arm, "It doesn't matter, I'll take it as real gone."

He pulled General Lin's hand reverently to his lips and kissed, then kissed again, muttering to himself: "Why is General Lin so nice, I like General Lin so much."

Lin Zhao: "..." The veins on the neck were bulging, the fundus of the eyes was dim, the other hand was digging the bed board, the nails were deeply embedded in the mahogany, and he said calmly, "Really."