Mr. Fu ran away again today

When Fu Chuxi helped Mo Chen back to the bedroom, Mo Chen was still chattering.

"I think Ah Lang has poked my old wound again...Little bastard, I will definitely have a chest pain when it's cloudy and rainy..."

"I said what kind of hand did you stretch out indiscriminately just now, the blade is so sharp..."

"Ah Lang, he won't really kill me, and I'm just trying to scare him, so I won't really press the sword down... Does your hand hurt?"

Fu Chuxi supported him, and when he lowered his head, he could see his white robe soaked in blood: "Can you shut up? Why do you care about my hands when you're hurt like this?"

Island Master Mo twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to smile at him, but hissed because of the pain.

When he arrived at the bedroom, Fu Chuxi put Mo Chen on the bed and sat down. He tore off Mo Chen's skirt and took two pieces of cloth towels with medicine from the servant, pressed Mo Chen's wound, and asked in a deep voice: "When will the imperial doctor arrive? "

"I've gone to ask for it, and I should be here soon." Seeing that Fu Chuxi was massaging someone else's wound with one hand, the servant asked cautiously, "Your Highness, let me do this kind of thing?"

Fu Chuxi didn't appreciate it, and said angrily: "Get out! Come in again when the imperial doctor comes!"

The little servant was startled, said yes quickly, and immediately got out.

"Hiss...why are you getting angry with this servant..." Mo Chen took a breath.

Fu Chuxi said: "Mo Chen, if you hold on a little longer, the imperial doctor will be here soon."

Mo Chen took a few breaths, opened his eyes and said, "I'm fine, I'm just a little cold..."

"Wait." Fu Chuxi asked Mo Chen to hold the cloth scarf on his chest. He pressed the cloth on the back with one hand, walked around and sat down behind Mo Chen, let him lean in his arms, and then pulled the brocade quilt to cover him. Press on his wound again.

"Is it better?" Fu Chuxi asked.

"It's much better..." Mo Chen leaned on Fu Chuxi's arms, and suddenly felt that if he died in Fu Chuxi's arms right now, he would die without regret.

The blood penetrated the cloth towel, and a burst of tiredness hit Mo Chen, slowly closing his eyes.

"Mo Chen! Wake up!" Fu Chuxi was anxious, "Wait for the imperial doctor to come before going to sleep, he will be here soon!"

Mo Chen was actually really sleepy, he was injured and lost blood and was exhausted from running around for several days, but after being yelled at by Fu Chuxi, he couldn't bear to sleep.

It was the first time he saw Fu Chuxi so nervous because of him. He twitched the corners of his mouth, endured the pain and gave him a smile, and forced to open his eyes: "Don't worry... I won't die, I'm dead, A Lang I will come to kill you, how can I die..."

As soon as Mo Chen finished speaking, Fu Chuxi's face turned cold: "You miss me that much? I don't want you to die because I'm afraid that Molang will kill me after you die?"

Fu Chuxi's lips were pursed tightly, and there was a look of displeasure in his eyes.

Mo Chen really wanted to slap himself and tell him to talk nonsense.

"I know you're not... At that time you still wanted to lure him away and die by yourself. I'm sorry, don't be angry..."

"No, I'm sorry for you. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be hurt like this." Fu Chuxi asked, "It hurts, right?"

Mo Chen leaned on Fu Chuxi, seeing that Fu Chuxi only had his own shadow in his eyes at the moment, and he didn't know which muscle was wrong, so he blurted out: "It hurts...but if you can kiss me, I won't hurt at all."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Chen saw Fu Chuxi's dark eyes staring at him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Mo Chen felt annoyed again, really wanted to bite his tongue and kill himself, is it because he was too tired to turn his head?Why does he step on wherever he has thunder?

The wound suddenly throbbed with pain, Mo Chen frowned and clenched his teeth tightly, enduring the pain, Mo Chen took a few breaths, and said: "Don't take it personally, I'm just kidding—"

The last word "laugh" was blocked by Fu Chuxi.

Fu Chuxi still pressed his hand on his wound, he leaned over and kissed his lips, his hand could feel Mo Chen's heart beating abnormally fast through the cloth towel.Fu Chuxi kissed his lips delicately. Mo Chen's lips were a little dry, with dried blood on them. He licked them lightly, and he could taste the smell of blood when the tip of his tongue passed over them.

When Fu Chuxi let go of Mo Chen, Mo Chen couldn't say anything except panting.When he came back to his senses, Mo Chen only had one thought in his mind, this sword was so fucking worth it!

Seeing his reaction, Fu Chuxi couldn't help raising her eyebrows: "First time?"

Mo Chen didn't know where the competitive spirit came from, so he cut it: "I even kissed someone two days ago!"

Fu Chuxi narrowed her eyes: "Oh?"

Mo Chen really wanted to bite his tongue and commit suicide this time, but before he could make a move, there were hurried footsteps outside the door, and the imperial doctor arrived.

Fu Chuxi gave up his position and asked the imperial physician to bandage Mo Chen's wound. In addition to the sword wound on his left chest, Mo Chen also had some misaligned bones on his right shoulder and a wound on his right hand that was scratched by a sword.

When the imperial physician pushed the bone back to its original place, Mo Chen finally couldn't bear the pain and passed out.

"Take it easy." Fu Chuxi frowned.

"Yes." The imperial physician bandaged Mo Chen's wound lightly, and said, "Don't worry, Your Highness, although this young master's injury is dangerous, but there is no danger to his life. I think His Highness's complexion is not good, let me take your pulse? Wrap up the wound on your hand?"

Fu Chuxi nodded palely.

After that night, Li Wang, who had just recovered from his illness, was retaliated and injured by the assassin who had tried to rescue Prince Beidi, and then thanked guests behind closed doors at home.

Mo Chen woke up after being in a coma for two days. When he woke up, he wanted to prop up his body and sit up, but he accidentally pulled the wound. He gasped in pain and fell down again.

"Are you awake?" Fu Chuxi hurriedly put down the book in her hand, got up and walked quickly to the bed, "Don't move around, lie down properly."

"Hmm..." Mo Chen looked at Fu Chuxi weakly, "How long have I been asleep?"

"Two days and two nights." Fu Chuxi poured a glass of water for Mo Chen, he gently raised Mo Chen's head, fed him a few mouthfuls of water, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Mo Chen nodded, and Fu Chuxi went out to ask someone to prepare the meal again.Soon the servant brought the meals, which were all digestible foods such as porridge and soup.

Fu Chuxi took a pillow to prop him up a little higher, and helped him to sit up halfway. Mo Chen just wanted to support him with his hands, but his right shoulder felt a sharp pain, and he lost his balance and fell to the bed.

"Be careful." Fu Chuxi hugged him in time and helped him to sit up. "The doctor said that your right shoulder injury needs to be taken care of. I'm afraid your right hand won't be able to bear much strength within ten days and a half."

"Ah, wouldn't it be possible to be lazy and not practice swords again?" Mo Chen laughed.While scolding A Lang in his heart, that little bastard was really ruthless, Mo Chen thought he would have to give him three jars of wine when he saw him in the future.

"Come, eat porridge." Fu Chuxi picked up a bowl of porridge, blew on a spoonful, and handed it to Mo Chen's mouth.

Mo Chen opened his mouth and ate.

After taking a few bites, Master Mo saw that Fu Chuxi was holding the porridge with a cloth wrapped around his left hand. Thinking of the scene where he was holding the sword that day, he finally realized his conscience: "I will do it myself."

"Don't move around, be careful of pulling the wound." Fu Chuxi picked up a piece of vegetable, put it on the porridge, and fed it to Mo Chen.

Mo Chen could only let Fu Chuxi feed him. After eating half a bowl of porridge and a few mouthfuls of soup, he felt full. Fu Chuxi brought him tea to rinse his mouth.

"It's not yet three o'clock, you sit and digest, and go to sleep later." Fu Chuxi tucked the quilt up for Mo Chen and said.

"Well... I've been occupying your bed these days, where do you live?" Mo Chen asked.

Fu Chuxi asked back: "You're so hurt, you can't live without people by your side, where else can I sleep?"

Fu Chuxi's answer made Mo Chen's heart beat faster, he thought of the kiss before he passed out, he hesitated for a moment and asked: "Your Highness..."

Fu Chuxi frowned slightly: "Who is it called?"

Mo Chen said: "Xuan Chu..."

Fu Chuxi said, "Huh?"

Mo Chen pursed his lips: "I, I..."

Mo Chen really wanted to ask Fu Chuxi what he was thinking when he kissed himself, but he was afraid that if he asked, he would be humiliating himself—what if he just gave him comfort because he blocked the sword for him? ?

"What do you want to say?" Fu Chuxi asked.

"I'm sleepy." Mo Chen finally turned into a turtle.

"Then I'll help you lie down."

"Um……"

With his eyes closed, Mo Chen couldn't fall asleep at all, he closed his eyes to listen to Fu Chuxi's movements.

Fu Chuxi read for a while, drank two sips of water, and walked to the bedside.There was a sound of undressing in Mo Chen's ears, and then he felt that Fu Chuxi went to bed, walked around him carefully, and lay down on his side.

Mo Chen spent another two days recuperating from his injuries in the Prince Li's Mansion, and finally managed to sit up with the support of the bed.

In the past few days, Fu Chuxi has been very kind to him. He doesn't rely on human hands to dress and eat, and takes care of everything by himself.

If in the past, Fu Chuxi took such considerate care of him every day, Mo Chen would be so happy that he wished that this injury would never heal for the rest of his life.

But now, it seemed that all the balance was broken by that cross-border kiss.The conversation between him and Fu Chuxi became less and less. When it was time to speak, neither of them spoke. They were clearly in the same room, but they were as distant as strangers.

Mo Chen was tortured by this atmosphere and couldn't sleep well, especially at night Fu Chuxi slept on the same bed with him for the convenience of taking care of him, which was even more tormenting for Mo Chen.

Sometimes Mo Chen couldn't help thinking, staying by his side like this, it's better to go back to Mochen Island, and save the two of them from getting more and more embarrassing.

He couldn't help talking about everything, and in the afternoon of the next day, a news spread from Mochen Island to Prince Li's Mansion. Elder Gao was running out of time, so he told Mo Chen to hurry back.

When the disciples of Zhuquetang came, it was raining outside, and the rain fell down the eaves like pearl curtains. Mo Chen almost struggled to get off the bed, pushed away Fu Chuxi's hand that came to help him, and staggered a few steps, He grabbed the disciple's skirt and said, "Say it again, what's wrong with Uncle Gao?"

"I'm afraid that Elder Gao will die. Divine doctor Xue said that he can protect Elder Gao for ten days at most. After ten days, even gods may not be able to save him. So Master Ma ordered me to bring the island master back..."

Mo Chen's eyes were red, he let go of his hand and said, "Get the horse ready, we'll leave immediately!"