Ma'am, give me a baby

It was early in the morning of the next day when we got home, and it was still dark, so Mo Ziqing handed everything over to Mo Zichen, and ran back to Qingyu Garden before the latter lost his temper.

The lights in the bedroom were on. Mo Ziqing paused, then gently opened the door, and when he looked up, he saw a person sitting on the soft couch opposite him. He was startled, "Young minister? Why aren't you sleeping?"

Seeing him coming in, Liu Shaochen hurried over and grabbed his arm, "Why did you come back now? Didn't you say you could arrive last night? Are you injured?"

A bunch of questions came one after another. Mo Ziqing lifted Liu Shaochen's buttocks with his hands, and lifted him up, "There are too many things to do, so I just came back now, don't worry."

Liu Shaochen looked at his face, saw that he was just a little tired, and felt relieved a little. He leaned on the man's shoulder and heaved a sigh of relief, "I'm afraid... afraid that something will happen to you..."

Mo Ziqing caressed his back and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, I'm already back."

After standing holding Liu Shaochen for a while, Mo Ziqing's arm was aching. The wound from yesterday was not treated at all. He just sprinkled some medicinal powder and wrapped it with a cloth band a few times, and now he felt the pain.

Liu Shaochen felt that his arm was trembling faintly, so he hurriedly struggled to get off the ground, pulled his arm, and looked carefully. When he found the tear on the clothes on his right arm, his heart skipped a beat. He hurried to untie Mo Ziqing's clothes, But was stopped by the man, "Young minister, I'm fine, young minister."

"Lie!" Liu Shaochen raised his head and glared at him, his hands kept on untiing Mo Ziqing's belt, and took off his clothes. The snow-white jacket was stained with blood, especially the one on his right arm, which was already stained with blood. A big piece of red.

Mo Ziqing reached out to cover his arm, and Liu Shaochen said in a trembling voice, "Why... so much blood?"

"No..." Mo Ziqing wanted to explain to him, but Liu Shaochen had already taken off all his clothes, and the wound on his right arm was still soaked in blood, and the cloth was completely stained. It turned red, and there were bloodstains winding down its arms, which looked extremely terrifying.

Liu Shaochen's eyes widened sharply, and he touched it with trembling hands, but he didn't dare to hurt him, so he turned his gaze to other places. There was no scar on Mo Ziqing's body, it was clean.

"The top of the coat is soaked in blood, it's not my blood..." Mo Ziqing explained in a low voice, "Accidentally got a sword in the arm, but it's not serious..."

"Is this serious?!" Liu Shaochen's eyes were red, and he scolded the man in front of him hoarsely, "Why didn't you deal with it properly? Are other things more important than your body?!"

Mo Ziqing wanted to hug him in a panic, "No... just... don't cry, young minister, don't cry..."

Liu Shaochen's tears flowed out uncontrollably, he didn't wipe it, but just grabbed Mo Ziqing's arm, trying to untie the cloth belt that was wrapped indiscriminately, but Mo Ziqing didn't dare to stop him, so he could only let him do it.Liu Shaochen gently untied the cloth, and the wound was gradually revealed. Terrible bloodstains were everywhere, and there was a strong smell of blood, as well as the special smell of medicine powder.

Liu Shaochen's face turned pale, before he could do anything else, he bent over and covered his mouth, "Ugh..."

When the sound of retching came, Mo Ziqing was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly helped Liu Shaochen, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter? Why did you vomit?"

Liu Shaochen pushed him away, stumbled towards the door, and vomited uncontrollably when he got under a tree. Mo Ziqing followed him out, patted him on the back, and said to Shui Xiang who heard the voice and ran out: "Go and call me!" Doctor! Go!"

Liu Shaochen arched his waist in pain, but his stomach hurt again. He covered his lower abdomen from the pain, and almost couldn't stand and knelt on the ground, "Uh..."

Mo Ziqing was so anxious that he didn't know what to do. Seeing Liu Shaochen standing weakly, he hurriedly picked him up and ran into the house.

The servants of Qingyu Garden got up, Xing'er and Shuiyao saw this scene, and hurriedly followed in to serve the two masters.

Qian Ling was still sound asleep on the bed, Mo Ziqing put Liu Shaochen on the bed, covered him with the quilt, turned around and took the hot water from Xing'er, and helped Liu Shaochen to rinse his mouth.

Liu Shaochen leaned weakly on Mo Ziqing, his face pale and terrifying.After waiting for a while, Dr. Li ran in with the medicine box. Seeing the state of the two, his beard trembled.

Not daring to delay, Dr. Li sat down by the bed, raised his hand to catch Liu Shaochen's pulse, felt it carefully for a while, then withdrew his hand under Mo Ziqing's worried gaze.

"Doctor Li, how are you? The young minister just vomited, and his stomach hurts..." Mo Ziqing embraced Liu Shaochen's body, and put the hand of the person in his arms back under the bed.

Dr. Li smiled, and shook his head helplessly, "He is happy, you husband, why don't you worry about it?"

"... Are you happy?" Mo Ziqing and Liu Shaochen were both stunned. It took a long time for Mo Ziqing to react. He grabbed Dr. Li's shoulder and asked again, "Are you happy?"

Dr. Li nodded, and before he could say anything else, he saw Mo Ziqing's smile almost reaching his ears. He looked down at Liu Shaochen with a smirk, and murmured, "I'm happy...I'm happy..."

Liu Shaochen touched his stomach. Although he was happy, "Doctor, why does my stomach hurt..."

He asked this question, and Mo Ziqing looked nervously at Dr. Li again, who replied: "Because of emotional agitation, I will prescribe you a prescription for anti-abortion medicine, and you must be emotionally stable. When you grow up, you can't keep the child."

Liu Shaochen nodded, relieved a little, and raised his head to look at Mo Ziqing. The man still couldn't recover, so he called out: "Ziqing."

Mo Ziqing hurriedly nodded, then turned to Xing'er who was waiting in the room, "Go and inform the Master and Madam."

Xing'er couldn't hide the smile on her face, she saluted respectfully, turned around and ran out.

The room was quiet for a while, Liu Shaochen suddenly remembered Mo Ziqing's injury, and hurriedly said to Dr. Li who wrote the prescription: "Doctor, Ziqing has an injury, come and have a look."

Mo Ziqing obviously forgot about this matter, he was still naked from the upper body, hugged Liu Shaochen tightly, when he heard this, he rubbed his face against the person in his arms, unwilling to let him go, "It's just a trivial matter, let the doctor write the prescription first. "

"What trivial matter!?" Liu Shaochen broke away from him, and looked angrily at the person in front of him, "You always don't take your body seriously!"

Seeing him angry, Mo Ziqing quickly comforted him, "Don't be angry, don't be angry, I'll let the doctor take a look! Don't be angry, or your stomach will hurt again..."

Seeing Mo Ziqing sitting in front of the doctor, Liu Shaochen heaved a sigh of relief. He gently stroked his abdomen with a soft smile on his face.