As Wei Linyuan spoke, he took out some medicine and gently applied it to Si Jin's wound, reminding her in a soft voice, "The medicine I brought this time is a bit strong, it might hurt, so please bear with it."
"You're used to injuries, you're not that useless. Just go do what you're supposed to do."
Si Jin stayed up last night, pulling Xiao Yao aside to thoroughly understand the political situation in the Southern Liang court.
Now, I feel especially at ease when I snuggle into my lover's arms.
She felt that A Yuan's embrace was more comfortable than the silk quilt specially provided by the palace, and as soon as she leaned against it, she became very sleepy.
He lay there quietly, his eyes closed, his head resting on Wei Linyuan's lap.
A casual remark diminished the emotions in Wei Linyuan's eyes, replacing them with an indescribable heartache.
Yes, although Prince Mu Sijin of Northern Qi was born with an androgynous appearance, he was a brave and skilled warrior.
He went to the battlefield wearing a mask, and despite being hit by several arrows, he still gritted his teeth and charged straight into the enemy camp.
I had never really paid attention to him before, and I had rarely fought with him.
I treated his deeds as mere hearsay and didn't take them to heart.
Looking back on it today, I feel a deep pang of heartache.
He should have been carefree and unrestrained, dominating the battlefield and the court.
Now, however, Zhu Ziqing has stripped him of all his spiritual power and locked him in the harem, where he is subjected to wanton bullying by a group of concubines.
That good-for-nothing surnamed Zhu doesn't even deserve it.
Seeing the look in Wei Linyuan's eyes, deep within her consciousness, Xiao Yao couldn't help but click her tongue and remind him: "My lord, are you afraid the Little Heavenly Lord will be heartbroken?"
Si Jin paused for a moment, then replied, puzzled: What?
[What you just said, "I'm used to being hurt," wasn't that intentionally meant to make Xiao Tianjun... mind it?]
Xiao Yao's voice grew softer and softer, and the more she asked, the less confident she became.
Because in Si Jin's eyes, it showed no hint of conspiracy.
Sure enough, the next moment Si Jin replied: I am telling the truth. Generals, marshals, war gods, these kinds of roles are not easy to play. But I am fine. Whether I am a marshal or in prison, I am used to it.
It won't hurt so much that your eyes fill with tears.
Xiao Yao finally realized she had said the wrong thing, quickly raised her paw to cover her mouth, her ears drooping even lower, and hurriedly apologized to Si Jin: "I'm sorry, sir, I was wrong."
It's nothing, shut up, I'm sleepy.
Wei Linyuan's eyes were dark and unreadable. After applying the medicine, he had already thought of a way to kill Zhu Ziqing.
He put down the medicine bottle, lowered his hands, and seeing that Si Jin was resting comfortably with her eyes closed, he went a little further.
He gently ran his right index finger across several old wounds on his body and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
Si Jin shook his head and casually replied, "Men look better with a few scars; that's how pretty girls like them."
Wei Linyuan's eyes darkened, and he slowly raised his hand, pinching Si Jin's chin with some force: "Say it again."
Si Jin slightly opened her eyes, her peerless peach blossom eyes filled with a unique allure.
His dark hair was loose and draped messily over his shoulders, making him look even more languid.
But ironically, the countless layers of scars made him look even more like a fine piece of porcelain.
They are so delicate and fragile that one would want to offer them their whole heart and protect them with one's life.
Si Jin realized her mistake and corrected herself: "I said, this is the only way to make Yuan Meiren feel sorry for me... um..."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Wei Linyuan changed his posture, leaned down, pinched his chin, and kissed him.
How strange, Mu Sijin seems to not have to do anything, every little movement is a rare picture of beauty.
She stirred his heart.
Unfortunately, this beauty also had some scars and some sharp edges.
They are simply the perfect couple.
Wei Linyuan's forceful kiss was aggressive, and Si Jin's earlobes turned red involuntarily. Her mind was dizzy, and it seemed as if the air around her had been completely stolen away by Wei Linyuan.
He closed his eyes slightly, and tears unconsciously slid down his cheeks again.
But Wei Linyuan insisted on using the same belt that bound his wrist to fasten his own wrist.
Then, intertwining her fingers with his, she continued her gentle yet forceful plunder.
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