Chapter 134 Wounds
He was in excruciating pain, but he could only endure it.
Finally, I woke up suddenly and found that my pillow was soaked with cold sweat. It turned out to be a nightmare.
He gasped for breath to ease the fear in his heart.
When I came to my senses, Hu Xin'er had been woken up and rubbed her eyes: "What's wrong?"
Mu Qing was sweating profusely. He didn't elaborate because he was afraid of scaring Hu Xin'er. "Nothing."
Hu Xin'er vaguely felt something was wrong, but Mu Qing had already hugged her and lay down together again.
When she woke up the next day, Hu Xiner found that her husband was holding up his head and staring at her, and she could not help but cover her face silently.
It’s not that she was too shy, but she couldn’t look back openly in this situation.
If she looked back, with Mu Qing's sullen personality, who knows what he was thinking secretly in his heart, and then he would seduce her.
Do you still want to get up?
"What are you going to deal with today, my lady?" Mu Qing pulled down the quilt and wanted to tap her forehead, but then he withdrew his hand and kissed her on the forehead.
"Stop making trouble." Hu Xin'er said angrily, "Although there is nothing to do today, but..."
Her face turned red, she stopped talking, and stood up to put on her shoes.
Mu Qing held her hand and said, "Since you are free today, I will serve you."
Hu Xin'er glared at him sweetly: "You're just a smooth talker."
The sunlight poured in from outside the window, illuminating the young couple inside. The servants outside were tactful enough not to come in.
In front of the dressing table, Hu Xiner's appearance was reflected in the bronze mirror. Her beautiful eyebrows were filled with happiness and a bit of the charm of a young woman.
Mu Qing was combing her long hair. Hu Xin'er saw how well he was doing it and couldn't help but ask curiously, "How do you know how to braid hair?"
It’s so well written.
Did he experiment on himself?
She couldn't help but look at Mu Qing's silky black hair with a puzzled look, and imagined what Mu Qing would look like with a woman's bun...
Oh no, the cross-dressing guy is actually my husband!
Mu Qing tapped her head and said, "What are you thinking about? I watched Yun Qiu and the others braid your hair, and I've learned it by watching."
"I don't believe it. I've been studying for so long and still haven't learned it." Hu Xin'er still looked at Mu Qing with strange eyes.
She always turned her head, and every time Mu Qing finished weaving, she would mess it up again.
"Naughty." Mu Qing was helpless and doting. Of course he had to dote on his own wife.
The young couple chatted while dressing up, laughing and joking from time to time, and finally managed to tie up their loose bun.
Originally, Mu Qing wanted to draw Hu Xiner's eyebrows, but it was too late and Hu Xiner's stomach was growling with hunger.
So he pushed Mu Qing to have breakfast.
The servants were all a little surprised. Ever since the young master came back, he always had a gentle smile on his face whenever he was with the young lady.
But today he looks so cold, could it be that he is tired of the young lady?
As soon as Hu Xiner left, the yard behind her started to explode.
Before dinner, Hu Xiner finally couldn't help it.
It’s okay to throw a tantrum, but you can’t disturb her mood for eating!
What’s more, it’s just a trivial matter like drawing eyebrows!
"Husband, how about you draw my eyebrows again after dinner?" She adjusted her hair and felt that it was so loose that she couldn't even put a hairpin in it.
Having a husband who is too gentle and considerate is also a trouble!
But no matter how childish the husband you are going to marry is, you have to pamper him.
Mu Qing showed a disappointed look: "Ever since my wife had Yunqiu, she has to spend most of the day with her in front of the dressing table."
And when it was his turn, he was always urged to eat.
This kind of differential treatment is really heartbreaking.
Hu Xin'er was stunned, a bizarre guess popping up in her mind: "You wouldn't...even be jealous of her, right?"
"No." Mu Qing flatly denied.
If it were in the past, Hu Xiner might have been fooled by his calm expression.
But when she thought about how he always looked gloomy every morning while waiting for her to get dressed.
It is obvious that he thinks his wife favors Yunqiu and spends too much time with Yunqiu every day.
The capital city is not like the towns and villages, and both of them have a lot of things to do.
There are only 12 hours in a day. During the day, he has to go to the Dali Temple to investigate cases, and his wife is busy with other things. They can only spend some time together in the evening and morning.
In the morning, when the woman was discussing her makeup and hair, he couldn't get a word in. He felt more and more isolated and that his wife had been taken away.
Hu Xiner imagined him gazing at Yun Qiu with gritted teeth while secretly learning how to braid her hair, and she couldn't help laughing out loud.
After coaxing her arrogant and petty husband for a long time and promising to draw a picture for him in the afternoon, Mu Qing's expression softened.
She wanted to draw a portrait sketch of Mu Qing, but there was no pencil here, so she had to use a very small brush.
"What is portrait sketching?" Mu Qing found her painting method very novel and found it very interesting.
Hu Xin'er smiled mysteriously: "You'll know when the painting is finished."
The Q-version figurines she drew last time became popular throughout the harem. They were seen by the empress's relatives who came to the palace to visit, and they all came to ask for them.
Those who are more tactful would hand over a visiting card, while those who are more straightforward would directly ask her to buy a painting.
Hu Xin'er refused all of them, but secretly hired some painters to sell Q-version figurines.
The news was also delivered to Sun Cai, who was far away in the town, by carrier pigeon. As long as this trend was successfully popular in the capital, other places would follow suit and regard it as fashionable.
Mu Qing knew how valuable the novel things in her mind were, so he suppressed his curiosity and obediently served as a model for his wife.
In order to draw the details, Hu Xiner carefully observed Mu Qing's face. Wow, he looks more and more handsome the more she looks at him.
She couldn't help but smile as she watched. She had heard in modern times that if you see good-looking people every day, your body will secrete more dopamine and live longer.
She doesn’t know whether it will prolong her life, but dopamine is definitely being secreted.
This face is really something that makes people like it more and more the more they look at it.
But as she looked at it, she suddenly realized that something was wrong and her brows frowned slightly.
"Are you hurt?" She put the painting aside and touched Mu Qing's forehead with concern.
There was only a thin wound on Mu Qing's perfect face at the corner of his forehead. If you didn't look closely, you couldn't see it at all.
And the wound looks like it’s new!
Mu Qing was also confused: "I haven't been hurt recently. Maybe I got hurt accidentally?"
Because the wound was too small, neither of them took it too seriously.
While he was painting, a servant came in and reported, "There's a young man kneeling outside the door, unable to get up. Quite a crowd has gathered to watch. Master and Madam, please go out and take a look!"
Hu Xiner went out and saw that it was Feng Ge!
She didn't know what he was going to do, so she quickly called him to get up.
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