After feeding the white horse, Bai Mingwei returned to the room. She sat for a while. When the feeling of fullness in her abdomen was not so strong, she lay down on the bed and went to sleep and recuperate.

When she woke up, she was startled by Feng Qingchen sitting in front of the bed.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Feng Qingchen covered her face with white veil, covering her entire face. When she heard her voice, she immediately turned her head aside: "I'm fine."

How come this looks like nothing is wrong?

However, although Bai Mingwei was very curious, he did not think about removing this veil.

In front of her, Feng Qingchen covered whatever she wanted. It was not because of this face that she decided to meet Feng Qingchen with loyalty.

On the contrary, Feng Qingchen took the initiative to lift the veil: "If you don't show it to you, you must be curious. If you think about it, just show it to you, there is nothing great."

But when he turned his head, the shock on Bai Mingwei's face had not yet formed, and an uncontrollable laughter sounded.

Bai Ming smiled so hard that his face turned red, almost shaking the wound: "Your head was pinched by the door? No, no, your face was kicked by a horse?"

It turned out that Feng Qingchen's face was swollen, as if he suddenly gained a hundred pounds. His originally angular face was forced to hold up, and he was a little shiny.

Even the thin lips were swollen like big sausages.

This funny look, even if Bai Ming had excellent endurance, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Feng Qingchen silently handed a bowl to Bai Mingwei, which contained a clear yellow honey and a few bees struggling dyingly.

"I originally wanted to taste the taste of taro dipped honey for you, but I accidentally bit a dying bee and was stinged by it. It turned out like this. It couldn't get rid of the swelling in time even if the medicine was applied."

Bai Mingwei's laughter slowly stopped, and the smile quietly disappeared.

If the bee had not flapped its wings, Feng Qingchen would have really not be able to detect it.

Anyone who can see Feng Qingchen will not be stinged like this by a bee.

The regent of the Western Chu who was resolute and decisive, the target of fear among the people of the court and the people was the Lord of the Nine Five, and he should be respectful to him.

But now his face was swollen because of a bee, and the reason for all this was that he lost a pair of eyes.

Everyone has a pair of eyes that can see thousands of worlds.

Thinking of this, Bai Mingwei's heart was inexplicably pulled, as if a very thin thread was touched back and forth.

She got out of bed and borrowed a needle and half a basin of soapcorn water from Chunxiu, and opened the window, allowing Feng Qingchen to face the window lattice that shone with the snow-colored light.

"It's uncomfortable to stung bees. You must not ask someone to deal with it well, right? Sit down and don't move. I'll pull out the sting for you and let it stay inside. I will suffer."

Feng Qingchen held back the smile on the corner of his lips and responded obediently: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Seeing his concealment from the beginning to the calmness of his present, Bai Mingwei couldn't help but feel strange. He always felt that the bee could fight to the death after being bitten. It was really not simple.

But seeing Feng Qingchen's face swollen like this, she felt embarrassed to suspect that Feng Qingchen had deliberately suffered this.

She found the wound of the bee sting, but saw a small wound under the swollen skin. The sting left by the bee was buried in the skin.

Bai Ming's slightly slender fingers hooked his chin, and he focused on gently lifting the flesh with a needle to find the poisonous sting.

She was so serious that she ignored the fact that she was close to Feng Qingchen, and her breath was like an orchid blowing between Feng Qingchen's neck, like a feather twitching.

Feng Qingchen's Adam's apple rolled, and the heat spread from the place where the breath brushed, and his ears soon turned red.

Even breathing is slightly exaggerated.

Bai Mingwei picked out the thorn and finally noticed his strangeness. He reached out to touch his forehead: "Why is the red ears so red? You are drunk without wine?"

Feng Qingchen did not use frivolous language to conceal his deep love as before.

He turned his face away, ashamed as a big boy. He clenched his fists for a long time before slowly letting go.

By the time he turned around, he had changed: "Little girl, it hurts so much, it's going to be... "

Bai Mingwei ignored this request and dipped it in a clean cloth and prepared to apply it to the wound.

Before he could touch the wound, Feng Qingchen screamed: "It hurts so much..."

Because he screamed so miserably that Bai Mingwei could not do anything at all.

She frowned: "Are you acting cute?"

Feng Qingchen slapped his thick lips and was confused: "It hurts so much, maybe it's all right."

Bai Ming sighed slightly, hooked his left hand around his neck, fixed his head, and quickly pressed the medicine on the wound with his right hand.

"It is meaningful to act coquettishly, because those who love you will think you are cute, while those who don't love you will think you are unreasonable, and only those who are spoiled and indulged can be called coquettish."

Feng Qingchen grinned, shouting pain, and leaned towards Bai Mingwei, resting his chin on Bai Mingwei's uninjured shoulder as if he was weak: "What's this my name?"

Bai Mingwei pushed him away with force: "Call the shameless!"

Feng Qingchen seemed to be caught off guard, without any precaution, and rushed into the pillar.

Bai Mingwei didn't expect that he would be so "unresponsible". Although he had doubts, he still reached out to hold him.

The result can be imagined that Feng Qingchen was sticking to it like a boneless force.

Bai Ming couldn't bear it anymore and immediately stood up to avoid him: "Let's do it!"

Feng Qingchen didn't say anything, but just raised his swollen face and faced Bai Mingwei's direction.

A light leaked into the window frame and hung on his face. His beautiful and tough face had already lost its spirit. The more he looked at it, the more he felt like a big yellow dog in Sister Wu's family.

Bai Ming couldn't help laughing slightly and laughed out loud: "Pig Head!"

Feng Qingchen's two thick lips opened and closed up and down: "Little guy, you have scolded me several times today, and I feel very wronged."

Bai Ming looked at his funny appearance, but his smile gradually faded.

Such Feng Qingchen made her involuntarily think of her elder brother.

In the past, my elder brother was the most wonderful scenery in the capital. Some people admired him as gentlemanly as gentle as jade, some admired him as amazing and talented as a talent, and some admired him as elegant orchid and elegant as a tree.

The young brother is famous, a flawless person as beautiful as jade.

Even she couldn't find someone more perfect.

But the elder brother who was sent to the altar in this way would deliberately pretend to be ugly to make his sister-in-law happy.

He is a flawless talent in front of others, but he is a clumsy man who needs his sister-in-law everywhere and cannot do without his sister-in-law.

If it weren't for the deep love, how could he lower his figure just to win the other person's smile?

Bai Mingwei condensed Feng Qingchen deeply and looked at the thin calluses in her hand. After all, she didn't say anything, but just silently put away the medicine.

No matter how beautiful or good the relationship is, it will be destroyed by the fire and famine and nothing will remain.

If there was no war, why should my sister-in-law have to be separated from the rest of her life?

There were thousands of people who died in battle and starved to death. Everyone was cherished by their close relatives and loved ones, and they were constantly abandoned.
Chapter completed!