Chapter 129 Wounds
His Majesty's anger was so sudden that even though Shen Fu was prepared, she was still startled.
She was frightened and trembled slightly. She took a deep breath and said, "But..."
"Shut up!" Shen Fu had just spoken when she was interrupted.
"You're still not giving up, are you?"
Xiao Yu looked at Chen Fu deeply, his eyes full of sharpness.
After being glared at like this, Shen Fu completely lost her temper. She lowered her head timidly and just looked at her injured leg.
He whispered, "What should I do with my wound?"
Shen Fu's voice was small, but it could not be ignored. The Emperor beside him sighed, pressed two fingers between his brows, and said helplessly:
"I'm coming."
What did His Majesty say? Shen Fu looked puzzled, what did he mean by coming?
When did His Majesty learn medical skills?
Shen Fu was about to ask, but the words didn’t come out yet. Then the Emperor bent down and held her horizontally in his arms.
"Your Majesty..." This happened too suddenly, and Shen Fu only had time to hook her arms around Your Majesty's neck.
Just as he was steady, His Majesty carried him horizontally and walked directly behind the screen.
Although the summer is hot, the Yuqing Palace is extremely cool. The red-painted wooden window was half open, and a scent of lotus wafted in from outside the window.
Chen Fu was placed by His Majesty on the long table in front of the window.
His Majesty waved his hand, and the books on the table were pushed to the inside. Then Xiao Yu let go and placed Chen Fu steadily on it.
"What is Your Majesty doing?"
As soon as Shen Fu sat down, His Majesty's fingers fell on Shen Fu's red lips.
He pressed his fingertips gently on it: "Don't talk!" He didn't want to hear a word Shen Fu said now.
Xiao Yu stood up, and his moon-white robe brushed lightly across the desk.
He opened his mouth and called out softly to the person behind the screen.
Lin An was standing at the door, trembling with fear. When he heard the words of the Emperor, he immediately strode forward.
"Long live the Lord."
Xiao Yu lowered his head and gave a few instructions, and Lin An went out after a while.
Soon after, Li An came in with the palace maid.
Behind the screen, Shen Fu sat on the long table. The palace maids came forward and brought out toiletries: "Your Highness."
Xiao Yu stepped forward personally, picked up the handkerchief and wet it in the copper basin. He twisted his palm, then picked up the wet handkerchief and walked towards Shen Fu.
"Stretch out your legs." Shen Fu looked at the emperor's expression, then at the wet handkerchief in his hand, and then she was sure what the emperor meant.
She bit her lip and raised her foot hesitantly. The light yellow skirt swayed slightly.
Xiao Yu held Chen Fu's ankles in his palms, clasped them tightly with his fingertips, and then gently lifted up the hem of Chen Fu's skirt.
The thin skirt was torn, revealing her jade-white calves. Shen Fu's legs are well-proportioned and thin, and they look like they were carved from jade.
Xiao Yu took two deep looks and tightened his grip on Chen Fu's ankle.
"It will be a little painful." The wet towel fell on Shen Fu's knees, and His Majesty said lightly.
The moment the handkerchief touched her, Shen Fu bit her lip and shrank back subconsciously.
The Emperor said that he should come, but she didn't expect that he would come in this way.
With so many palace maids present, His Majesty doesn’t trust others, but he can completely trust the palace maids.
Shen Fu sucked in a breath of cold air in her throat, and couldn’t help but said: “Your Majesty, no…no, you don’t have to do everything yourself.”
This is not Shen Fu's fault, it's just that Shen Fu doesn't dare to trust His Majesty.
His Majesty is very strong and has powerful arms, and he is not a gentle and delicate person.
Even if the wound is small, Your Majesty only needs a little more strength...
Shen Fu’s face was full of worry and resistance.
Xiao Yu saw this and his expression turned cold.
"Just bear with the pain." Xiao Yu's face was full of impatience. The moment the handkerchief fell on her, Chen Fu was so scared that she immediately closed her eyes.
But surprisingly...
It doesn't hurt at all!
After waiting for a long time, the imagined pain never came, and Shen Fu's eyes quietly opened a crack.
But she saw His Majesty kneeling on one knee in front of her, holding her ankle with one hand and holding a handkerchief in the other.
With his brows lowered, he held the handkerchief in his broad palms and wiped her knees carefully.
Even though His Majesty had a cold expression on his face, the moment his palm fell, his movements were visibly gentle.
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