After being married by the emperor

After Mu Qingcheng heard He Nanchao's words, he quickly reached out and touched his face, and sure enough, he touched two long and thin scars this time.

He was shocked immediately, his eyes widened, and he said to He Nanchao in a panic: "Nanchao! Where's the mirror? Quickly show me the mirror, I want to look in the mirror!"

"Cheng'er, don't be nervous, it's just two shallow scars." He Nanchao hurriedly pulled Mu Qingcheng who was anxious to get out of bed to look in the mirror, and kept saying soothing words: "A Fei said, These two scars are not serious, they will recover soon, so don't worry."

Even though He Nanchao said so, Mu Qingcheng was still in a panic and was anxious to look in the mirror.

There was no other way, He Nanchao could only pick up the small bronze mirror on the table and handed it to Mu Qingcheng.

Mu Qingcheng took the mirror and took a look. When he saw two slender scars on his right face, he was stunned.

One of the scars was a little shallower and didn't look that serious, but the other scar looked a little shocking.

The severity was no less than the scars I saw on He Nanchao's body just now. After all, He Nanchao had a layer of cloth covering his body. His facial skin was already tender and easily injured.

Holding the mirror in his left hand, Mu Qingcheng touched the scar on his face with a trembling right hand. The moment his fingers touched the wound, he hissed in pain and frowned.

How to do how to do? !His face was injured, what if there is a scar?It's not good to have a scar on his face, will He Nanchao despise him then?

Mu Qingcheng was so panicked that he couldn't help but think of the conversation he had heard in the barracks before.

Originally, He Nanchao insisted on retiring the engagement from the very beginning, but because of seeing his real person, because of his better-looking face than ordinary people, He Nanchao was temporarily tempted and changed his mind.

If his face is scarred and becomes ugly, can He Nanchao treat him like before?

Generally speaking, only women care so much about their appearance, but in fact men care too.

After all, no one wants to suddenly have a scar on their face. Not only is it ugly and unsightly, but it may also scare others.

At that time, he was afraid that he would not even dare to step out of the door.

He Nanchao saw that Mu Qingcheng had been looking in the mirror, staring at the scar on his face, and his expression was not very good, his frowning eyebrows had never been relaxed.

Not only did he frowned, he thought for a while, and then directly pulled the mirror out of Mu Qingcheng's hand.

"Cheng'er, this face is already like this, and the scar will not disappear even if you look in the mirror, so you can relax. Ah Fei said that as long as you apply the ointment on time, there will be no scar on this face."

"So what if the ointment doesn't work? What if it doesn't work on my face? What if this scar turns into a scar and stays on my face forever?"

Mu Qingcheng asked three questions in a row, all with "what if".

There are no absolutes in the world, no matter how good Xue Fei's guarantee is, it is only a verbal guarantee, and he cannot be 100% sure that his face will not leave scars.

"Cheng'er." He Nanchao's tone was slightly helpless, he stretched out his hand to gently stroke Mu Qingcheng's cheek twice, and said: "Believe me, there is no chance, I will definitely not let you leave a scar on your face." ! If Ah Fei's ointment doesn't work, then I'll go find someone else, and I'll definitely search for a miracle doctor in this world."

Hearing this, Mu Qingcheng felt a little better, but she was still a little worried.

He really wanted to ask He Nanchao, if his face was really scarred and turned ugly, would he despise him?

But once this question is asked, I feel a little hypocritical, and it is really hard to say.

Mu Qingcheng hesitated for a long time, but still didn't ask this question, otherwise he should wait a few days to see if Xue Fei's ointment is effective, and whether the scars on his face will fade.

He Nanchao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Mu Qingcheng's expression finally eased.

"Cheng'er, are you hungry? Let me get you something to eat."

Several hours have passed since he rescued Mu Qingcheng. Day has turned into night, the sun has turned into moon, and the sky is full of stars.

He felt hungry, not to mention Mu Qingcheng who was more likely to be hungry than him.

Mu Qingcheng's stomach growled out of embarrassment,

He Nanchao smiled, and before Mu Qingcheng could answer, he already knew the answer.

"Cheng'er lie on the bed and rest for a while, I'll go to the kitchen to prepare something for you."

After finishing speaking, He Nanchao kissed Mu Qingcheng on the cheek, then got up and left the room.

After closing the door, He Nanchao's expression changed immediately, the smile on his face disappeared, and his expression became worried.

Before Mu Qingcheng woke up, he had already asked Xue Fei whether the scars on Mu Qingcheng's face could be completely healed, and whether there would be scars left in the future.

Of course Xue Fei assured him that as long as he applied the ointment he developed on time, there would be absolutely no scars on his face.

But he just looked at Cheng'er as if he was very concerned about whether there would be a scar on his face, so he had to check with Xue Fei again.

Xue Fei was in the room where Shen Yuanjun slept, making ointment for Mu Qingcheng's face, and when he saw He Nanchao coming in, he immediately stopped what he was doing.

Shen Yuanjun's eyes changed slightly, and he felt that something was wrong, but he didn't think of the reason.

Xue Fei wiped his hands, looked at He Nanchao and said, "Nanchao, what are you doing here without accompanying your wife in the room? The smell of herbs here is so strong, you have always disliked it."

He Nanchao pinched his nose and frowned and said, "I don't like the smell of herbs here, but I have to come if I don't like it."

Xue Fei said: "For your young master?"

He Nanchao nodded and said, "Are you sure this ointment can guarantee that Cheng'er's face will not leave scars?"

"Of course I'm sure, don't you still believe in my medical skills?" Xue Fei raised his eyebrows and said, "I said that the second son will not leave scars on his face, so there will be no scars. If it really happens In an accident, the second son left a scar on his face, and I will take full responsibility."

Because Mu Qingcheng doesn't like to hear others call him Madam, and the other soldiers can't correct him when they call him. He Nanchao once said that he called all the people to tell them not to call Madam and call him Second Young Master, but Mu Qingcheng felt that this was too much. If it's troublesome, He Nanchao is not asked to do it.

After Xue Fei knew this, he never called Madam again, and usually called Second Young Master.

After hearing Xue Fei's last sentence, Shen Yuanjun's expression changed again. In fact, what Xue Fei said meant that he would be responsible for the scar on Mu Qingcheng's face.

But in Shen Yuanjun's ears, Xue Fei will take full responsibility for Mu Qingcheng.

This made Shen Yuanjun's heart heavy. He hoped that Mu Qingcheng's face would get better soon, and there must be no scars. He didn't want Xue Fei to be responsible for Mu Qingcheng.

After He Nanchao heard Xue Fei's words, he raised his brows and said, "A Fei, do you mean you want to be responsible to my wife? Let me tell you, there is no need, even if there is a scar on Cheng'er's face, I will I won't despise him either."

Hearing this, Xue Fei said speechlessly: "You think too much, I'm not interested in your lady." What he was interested in was the lady's husband.

Xue Fei paused halfway through his words, and then continued: "Nan Chao, didn't I tell you before, why did you come here to ask again now? Or do you think the scar on the second son's face would be ugly? "

He Nanchao said: "I think my second son looks good with or without scars on his face, I don't care about it, what I like is him, not just his face, but Cheng'er himself cares more. "

"It's no wonder that the second son cares about it." Shen Yuanjun said suddenly, "The second son has always been known as the most beautiful woman in the capital, with a stunning face, and I must have heard a lot of praise for his appearance since he was a child. In my heart, young master, I feel that I don't care what my face looks like, but if there are scars on my face, I will definitely not be able to accept it."

Even for people who don't care about their appearance, if they are praised for their appearance for a long time, and suddenly one day they lose their appearance and disfigurement, they will definitely have trouble getting over that hurdle in their hearts.

I worry about whether others will dislike the scar on my face, whether I will think I am ugly, and whether I will point to my face and make irresponsible remarks.

Crazy words, once there are too many, those who are psychologically weak can easily not bear it.

There is a sense of loss as if a god suddenly fell to the altar.

He Nanchao knew what Shen Yuanjun meant, not to mention Mu Qingcheng who was often praised, even if it was him who suddenly had a scar on his otherwise healthy face, he would definitely not be able to adapt to it for a while.

It's just that he didn't struggle with it for too long. It was normal for people like them to have scars on their faces.

Many soldiers in his barracks had scars on their faces, but Mu Qingcheng was not one of those soldiers, so he definitely couldn't accept that he had scars on his face.

Xue Fei patted He Nanchao's shoulder and said: "Don't worry, tell Second Young Master when you go back, I, Xue Fei, have always kept my word and will definitely make the scars on his face disappear without a trace. "

He Nanchao smiled and said: "A Fei said so, I feel relieved, I will treat you to dinner later, and I will cook myself."

Xue Fei said: "Then I will wait for you to invite me to dinner."

After He Nanchao left, Shen Yuanjun looked at Xue Fei's face, hesitant to speak.

Xue Fei said without raising his head: "If you have anything to say, just say it, when did you become so hesitant?"

Ever since he knew Shen Yuanjun, he had never seen Shen Yuanjun so hesitant. Shen Yuanjun has always been straightforward and straightforward.

Shen Yuanjun pursed his lips, and finally asked the question in his heart, "A Fei, do you like the second son?"

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