Painting Tang

"Mom, don't block the doctor from changing Yutang's medicine."

Mu Jingchen looked helplessly and funnyly at Mrs. Mu who regarded Yutang as a treasure. After hearing this, the old lady quickly gave up her seat, and while the doctor was changing Yutang's dressing, he quietly reached into the bed and held Yutang Slightly cold knuckles.

The gauze stained black and yellow by the blood was filled with disinfection trays, and when the unhealed wound was wet with alcohol cotton balls, Yu Tang frowned impatiently, the pain in his vertebra forced him to muffle his mouth,

"Well……"

"What's going on? Doctor, be gentle, don't hurt Xiao Yu badly."

Before Mu Jingchen could speak, Mrs. Mu was the first to stand aside and looked worried, and couldn't help nagging the doctor a few words.

"Last night, I was afraid that you would not be able to sleep well. I used anesthetics. Now that the strength of the medicine wears off, it may hurt for a while,"

Mu Jingchen pinched Yu Tang's ring finger lightly, then slowly scratched his palm, "Can you bear it?"

"I can stand it,"

Yu Tang struggled to open the space between her eyebrows, probably because of the numbness from the pain, but after putting on the bandage again, she felt less uncomfortable, "Yumian... did you say anything to you?"

"I haven't gone to him yet,"

Mu Jingchen rubbed the base of Yutang's fingers repeatedly, and he could roughly estimate the thickness of his knuckles in his heart, "From last night until now, he only said one word, that is, he wanted to see you, and I declined for you."

"I haven't thought about how to face him for the time being..."

"Don't worry, the most important thing now is to heal your injury."

Mu Jingchen rubbed the hair on the top of Yutang's head, which was sleepy, and couldn't hold it down after a few strokes. He was just like his master, like a cat that was soft to the touch but had a stubborn temper.

"Xiao Yu, the kitchen has brought you the porridge. Auntie doesn't know what flavor you like. She simply made sweet, sour, salty ones. Do you think you want to eat it right now?"

Mrs. Mu put the porridge bowl on the bedside table herself, and patted Mu Jingchen's arm stretched under the bed, "Don't move your hands there now, what if Xiaoyu catches a cold? And the sheets on your bed How long has it been since the quilt was changed? I’m not afraid that Xiao Yu will dislike me, I’ll send someone to bring a new quilt over later.”

"You can throw me out."

Mu Jingchen had nothing to do with her, and was squeezed out of the bed. The old lady helped Yutang tuck the corner of the quilt leisurely,

"I'm planning to drive you out. Xiaoyu will live in your house until he recovers from his injuries. You can find a place to sleep by yourself. Or go back to the barracks and leave Xiaoyu to my care. Come on, Xiaoyu , you try this longan honey, when you are in pain, you can eat something sweet on your mouth, it won't be so bitter, Jingchen was injured when he practiced martial arts when he was young, he had to drink two bowls of this."

"thanks……"

The hospitality was hard to turn down, Yu Tang had no choice but to obediently reach out to take the tea bowl.He didn't know much about Mrs. Mu, only that her full name was Zhou Wei. Although she was not as powerful in the social circle as other wealthy wives, she was able to single-handedly kill Mu when both the father and son of the Mu family left home to go to the front line to suppress the bandits. The house is well-maintained, except that some juniors who don't know how to raise Zhou Yuhui have almost never made mistakes.

"Look at your politeness, boy,"

When Zhou Wei heard Yu Tang replying to her, she was so happy that she almost couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear. Although she didn't say it clearly, she could faintly feel Yu Tang's vague avoidance of her before.

"How is it? Does it suit your taste? If you think it's bad, I'll ask someone to make green tea."

"Delicious."

Yu Tang pursed her lips and smiled, coaxing Zhou Yu into ecstasy. She had Mu Jingchen and Zhou Yuhui under her knees. Delicate, but a little bit too coquettish, it seems that other people's children are lovable.

"I heard from Chen'er that you like to eat roast chicken, but the wound is not delicious and must not be so greasy. I wanted to make you a glutinous rice chicken. I steamed the chicken and lotus leaf glutinous rice together. It is light and flavorful. Why? Sample?"

Zhou Wei couldn't sit still and stood up and wanted to go to the kitchen in person. As soon as she left, Mu Jingchen closed the door and opened the window on the back foot, and walked quietly to the bedside, holding Yu Tang's hand again.

"Why, how did Mr. Mu become so clingy?"

Yu Tang's palms were itchy from being scratched by him. Although he just touched his fingers, but Mu Jingchen was so inseparable, and the rubbing and rubbing between lightly hugging and pinching hard made people more shy than ordinary intimacy.

"Feeling scared,"

Mu Jingchen said frankly, "If there was no Tong Qiqiao last night, or I was a step slower..."

"Yumian won't really kill me, all he wants is a compromise from me."

Yu Tang held Mu Jingchen's hand instead, rubbing the old scar on his palm with his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally.

"What compromise?"

"Mr. doesn't have any brothers, so I may not understand,"

Yu Tang lowered her eyes and looked at the bandage wrapped from her back to her chest, "Compared to this, what does the old lady mean when she said that I will live here from now on?"

"Well, you have an injury on your back, and you can't turn over while sleeping, so I have to hold you."

"Then I shouldn't live in your house directly..."

"Then I'll accompany you back to your house? In that case, Yu Mian can't be controlled under my nose, and you don't feel at ease if you think about it. Besides, it won't be peaceful outside during this period of time. You are safer with me."

Mu Jingchen spoke clearly and logically, but Yu Tang really couldn't find a reason to refuse.

"Then, if I have a back injury, I can sleep on my stomach, and you don't need to hold me. Besides, wouldn't it be more convenient for you to hold me to press on the wound."

"Sleeping on your stomach is prone to nightmares,"

While explaining, Mu Jingchen slowly took off his coat and shoes. Before Yu Tang had time to ask him what he was going to do, Mu Jingchen got under the covers and grabbed his waist lightly.

"I'll hold you and help you pad your shoulders, so you can sleep on your side."

"It will crush you..."

"Ms. Xiao Yu knows, I have great strength and can withstand pressure."

Mu Jingchen held Yu Tang sideways in his arms, and put his arms under him, so that he could lie on his side comfortably without pressing on the wound on his back.

"I, when did I know?"

"Last time you lay on top of me for half the night. Could it be that Teacher Xiaoyu didn't remember what happened after she got drunk?"

Mu Jingchen smiled and licked Yutang's ear, kissed him until his ear was hot, and added in a deep voice as if he was unwilling to let him go,

"It's okay if you don't remember, you will know later."

"You...don't kiss my ears again."

Yu Tang bit his lip with his back turned to Mu Jingchen and mumbled, Mu Jingchen thought it was because he was ticklish at first, but when he raised his head and saw Yu Tang's wet eyes, he suddenly understood what happened.Seeing Yu Tang almost buried her head in the pillow, she whispered with resentment,

"Sir, you can't tease me anymore..."

His little Begonia couldn't stand this touching and kissing, it's hard to get over the emotion.

"I'll help you."

"No, if the wound is involved..."

Yu Tang grasped his wrist weakly, trying to pull out Mu Jingchen's dishonest hand.

"Just close your eyes and relax. I'll do the rest, so I won't touch the wound."

Mu Jingchen's voice was soft and soft, and the warm wind sent by the begonias outside the window was coated with fluffy sweetness. Fortunately, the people outside the door were sent away early, so that no one else could hear the rustling of begonia leaves. beautiful sound.