The concubine has a heart disease and needs to be pampered!

Mo Chenye quickly put away all these thoughts, and said to the person in front of him: "I will wait and see."

"I will do what I say." Feng Yishu said with a pat on his chest, then thought about it, looked at Mo Chenye again, pointed to the hairpin on the man's head, and asked, "So, You wear my hairpin because you like it?"

"From the beginning to the end, this king only has the hairpin that you replaced."

"But as long as you want, you can have many. In short, you don't hate it. Then, if you don't hate my things, you don't hate me, right?"

Mo Chenye didn't know what to do with this little guy's logic for a while, but when he saw the smile on the little guy's face that was brighter than that of the warm sun, he felt like his heart would melt if he stayed a little longer. How could he resist it? How bad is his self-control?Then he got up and diverted his attention away, "It's not that you are looking for me to ask about the rhythm, let's go."

Feng Yishu didn't hear the answer, so he could only respond with "Oh." Then he immediately followed Mo Chenye, walked into the small courtyard room, and saw that the furnishings here were very elegant. The chairs complement each other even more. In a blink of an eye, I saw a piano table in front of the screen, a lyre on the table, and smoke from the incense burner next to it. The smell is very pleasant.

Mo Chenye looked at Feng Yishu, and asked, "You've been studying rhythm recently, how much have you learned as a beginner?"

Feng Yishu replied, "It's okay, you can still pick the strings to get the sound, and you can just learn some gentle and calm tunes, it doesn't matter to what extent, but the second brother said that King Ning's piano skills are incomparable. People can reach it, if you want to come and teach me, I will definitely practice well."

"Did you bring the qin?" Mo Chenye asked directly.

"Yes, but can I play your qin?" Feng Yishu pointed to the lyre on the qin table over there, looking at Mo Chenye eagerly with a pair of watery eyes.

Mo Chenye averted his gaze and said, "It's up to you."

Feng Yishu heard it, walked over, sat cross-legged on the futon in front of the piano table, plucked the strings with his right hand, pressed the strings with his left hand to pick up the notes, three or two string sounds floated out.

"I haven't touched it for a few days, and the sound of the piano is a bit inaccurate." Mo Chenye walked over, bent over and squatted down, and tuned the string with his own hands.

Suddenly, a broken sound spread out, and Feng Yishu watched the strings break before his eyes, but what was more striking was the cut and bright red blood flowing from the tip of Mo Chenye's middle finger, "The strings hurt!" Your hand is bleeding."

Mo Chenye took a look at the small wound on his fingertips, this kind of injury was nothing to him, and was about to speak, when Feng Yishu grabbed his scratched hand with both hands, and wrapped his mouth in one mouthful. The bloody middle finger suddenly felt that the injured finger was wrapped in a touch of warmth, especially on the scratched wound, it seemed that a soft tongue was gently licking, the finger sucking movement really made people feel The heat burned.

Feng Yishu couldn't feel the smell of blood between his lips and teeth, so he let go of Mo Chenye's hand and asked, "Do you have any medicine and gauze for sores? Put some medicine on it and bandage it, the wound will heal faster."

Mo Chenye responded a little slowly, "It should be in the second shelf on the front shelf."

Feng Yishu hurried over, took it, applied medicine to him, and bandaged him up.

Mo Chenye looked at his fingers and couldn't help asking, "You seem to understand it very well."

Feng Yishu had nothing to hide, so he said: "Because of my own health, Dingguo's mansion has never been short of famous doctors from all over the world, so I have been fascinated by it. Later, I thought these things were quite interesting, so I even Learn more, the doctor who treated me taught me what I did just now, for a small wound like this, what I did just now is very effective."

"Secretly tell you a secret." Feng Yishu whispered to Mo Chenye: "I even bandaged a person who was ten times more seriously injured than you. At that time, that person was injured and bled a lot. I was the one who bandaged him." Stop the bleeding."

After saying this, Feng Yishu paused for a moment. Regarding this secret, he never thought of telling anyone in his last life, not even Mo Jingfeng, who he loved so much at the time, how could he be so emotional because of this? Tell Mo Chenye?

Mo Chenye focused his eyes on the little guy in front of him, and his mind kept recurring, that night five years ago...