boyutpedia Chapter 461 Don't come into the house again. My master doesn't like it.
Chapter 461 Don't come into the house again. My master doesn't like it.
He let down the bed curtains and took out the night pearl hidden in the secret compartment at the head of the bed, which was originally given to Wu Cixiu and finally returned to his hands.
With the help of the bright white light of the night pearl, Xie Nanxing, who was squatting on the footstool beside the bed, looked at Shen Jinmo bit by bit.
He used two fingers to smooth down the frown on Shen Jinmo's brows, and then he stroked down along the contour of his cheek, inch by inch, caressing the person who touched his body and mind.
When his life was hanging by a thread, Xie Nanxing dragged his sick body all the way from Yunhuai Village to the Princess's Mansion to ask for an antidote, but at the same time, the two of them were bound by the power of the Divine Capital.
Last year, I schemed to win people's hearts and minds in order to win the freedom for Xie Nanxing to escape from the shadow of power and reach out to touch the blue sky.
Shen Jinmo was stubbornly trying to make up for what he owed Xie Nanxing bit by bit.
Shen Jinmo, so stupid.
Xie Nanxing became the first person in this city of gods to break free from the chess game.
But Shen Jinmo is in the game, so how could Xie Nanxing not come back?
The area blocked by the bed curtains had long been filled with heartache. The acupuncture pain that the heart had gradually adapted to began to calm down as it touched the warmth of Shen Jinmo.
No matter whether it is Xia Che or Zhong Yuanyuan, no one will let Shen Jinmo embark on this path of risking his life for the trust of the king.
Xie Nanxing knew that this was something Shen Jinmo asked for himself.
Zhong Yuanyuan couldn't persuade him, so she could only take the life-saving pill and leave Shen Jinmo a glimmer of hope.
Shen Jinmo had anticipated this step since the day he started planning to send him out of the Divine Capital.
He wanted to reassure the king, but he also didn't want Xie Nanxing to worry for too long.
Seizing the opportunity for assassination is the most time-saving and labor-saving approach for Shen Jinmo.
Shen Jinmo is always like this, looking at the blood on his hands and saying that he doesn't care about anyone's life or death.
But ever since he entered the realm of the trance and walked to Xia Hong's side, how many times has Shen Jinmo not hurt himself in exchange for the lives of more innocent people?
No matter how heavy the burden he carries, no matter how much darkness he has seen, no matter how much hatred he has in his heart, Shen Jinmo's righteousness flowing in blood has never been extinguished for a moment.
Because he understood, every time Xie Nanxing heard those people cursing Shen Jinmo, he would feel so distressed.
"I've lost weight." Xie Nanxing said softly, "A lot less."
"You are the best eater, how come you have lost so much weight?"
Xie Nanxing gently stroked the stubble on Shen Jinmo's chin with his palm, and his lips pouted in grievance.
The complaining voice was already choked with sobs: "Why didn't Ping even shave your beard for you?"
"He didn't take good care of you at all."
Xie Nanxing sniffed and wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand: "It's my job to take care of you, why do I always want to throw him to Ah Ping?"
Xuxu's mumbling came to an abrupt end when the night-light was placed firmly on the gauze-wrapped chest.
Bean-sized tears fell silently, and the owner of the tears suddenly looked up.
He was afraid that his tears would fall on Shen Jinmo's body and burn the still bleeding wound.
Ten days had passed since Xie Nanxing woke up in pain in the middle of the night, but the wound that had once stained the gauze red had not yet healed.
He placed his cold hand into Shen Jinmo's open palm. The person who would quickly hold Xie Nanxing's hand and hold it in his arms to warm it in the past, now did not move at all.
Once, Xie Nanxing raised her head to force back the tears in her eyes, and carefully inserted her fingers into the gaps between Shen Jinmo's fingers one by one.
Moving slightly to the left, Xie Nanxing blew on the wound on Shen Jinmo's chest very gently.
Once, twice, many, many times.
Xie Nanxing didn't feel tired, nor did he expect to be able to blow the oozing red until it solidified.
Xie Nanxing simply felt that Shen Jinmo was injured and needed someone to comfort him.
When Shen Jinmo was injured as a child, his mother and grandmother took care of him. Now that Xie Nanxing is married to Shen Jinmo, it is natural for her to take over all the responsibility of pampering Shen Jinmo.
"Knock knock knock."
There was a knock on the door outside the house, and Mo Ping raised his voice and said, "Master, I want to come in and feed you medicine."
The unconscious Shen Jinmo naturally could not respond, but Mo Ping, who had served Shen Jinmo for so many years, had already memorized these rules in his bones.
He was afraid that if he forgot to ask, his master might have woken up and see him being so unruly, and might get angry.
He was seriously injured and angry again. Wouldn't his young master be heartbroken if he saw this?
After staying at the door for a while, Mo Ping pushed it open and walked in.
There were three servants following him, two of them were carrying four bowls of medicine, and the other one was holding a handkerchief and a copper basin.
Candles were lit one after another, illuminating the room.
Mo Ping raised his hand to pull up the drooping bed curtain again, turned his head and looked around the room, and carefully examined Shen Jinmo who was lying on the bed.
Without saying much, Mo Ping asked the servant to squat beside him holding a clean handkerchief.
Spoonful after spoonful of medicine was fed into Shen Jinmo's mouth, and most of it was absorbed by the handkerchief. After four bowls of medicine, no one knew how much Shen Jinmo actually drank in the end.
Mo Ping dipped a towel in warm water and wiped Shen Jinmo's body with his own hands before leading the three servants out of the room.
Mo Ping asked the servant to leave the inner courtyard first and stood under the big tree in front of the courtyard. It was not until he saw the silver mask emerging from the shadow of the tree that the doubts in his heart were put to rest.
Sui Yi was arranged by Xia Hong to come here, not to keep a close eye on Shen Jinmo, but to inform him immediately if Shen Jinmo showed any improvement.
"Please don't come into the house again. My master doesn't like others to come near him."
"Don't even touch anything in that room. Those are all things my young master has used. If my master wakes up and sees them, he will attack you directly."
Sui accepted Mo Ping's warning without hesitation, jumped off the treetop, and even put his hand on Mo Ping's shoulder.
"You are not your master, how do you know he doesn't like it?"
Shen Jinmo's injury has not improved, and Mo Ping's temper is also very bad.
He waved Suiyi's hand away and kicked him out: "You are also a married man, don't flirt with other women just because Ah Huai is not here."
Staring angrily at the arm that was just intertwined not long ago, Sui Yi returned to the tree branch and looked at Lu Bai alertly, warning: "Don't say anything in front of Ah Huai."
Mo Ping was highly alert, and Sui Yi took the initiative to show up to prevent his master from being discovered. Lu Bai should accept this favor.
After nodding in agreement, Lu Bai stared at Sui Yi for a while, and for Yang Huai's sake, he still gave the instructions.
"Yang Huai's injuries have almost healed, but his right leg is too weak to stand up, so he didn't come back with the master."
"When the master and I were here, we would often push him in a wheelchair to bask in the sun."
"Don't worry, everything is good there. Even if we're not here, he will be well taken care of."
Sui Yixin raised his head suddenly, and the loneliness in his eyes finally turned into relief.
The corner of his mouth, hidden by the silver mask, raised an arc that no one could see: "Thank you."
No problem.
Sui Yi is very strong now, so he can carry Yang Huai on his back in the future.
Carry it for a lifetime.