The poisonous concubine is very arrogant, making the crippled king blush and his heart beat fast

Yun Jian believed his words without a doubt. "I see. Fortunately, we didn't throw him out. Miss Jiang even applied medicine to his wounds herself."

"But don't be jealous, Master. Miss Jiang treats all patients equally. She will treat your injuries soon anyway."

Wen Mohan felt very uncomfortable when he heard him calling Mo Yunchen "Master", but he could do nothing about it.

I just closed my eyes and ignored it, taking a deep breath and adjusting my mindset.

He couldn't let himself get angry to death before he recovered.

Mo Yunchen smiled and said, "Although I feel a little uncomfortable, I can understand her."

Wen Mohan rolled his eyes silently when he heard this.

At this time, the curtain was drawn open, and Jiang Mengli walked in.

When Mo Yunchen saw this, he immediately made an expression of unbearable pain, "You're finally here. I thought you didn't care about me anymore. Now my whole body is burning with pain, ah..."

Wen Mohan, who had his eyes closed next to him, heard the voice and the suppressed anger burst out again.

Damn Mo Yunchen, he was so shameless as to pretend to be weak to gain sympathy.

Such a lewd voice, just like the young servant of the maid, so disgusting!

Jiang Mengli frowned when he heard it, stepped forward and pressed the wound, saying, "Are you the sea? The sound of waves is so loud, it's disgusting to listen to."

what……

Mo Yunchen's face was distorted with pain, his clenched hands were bulging with veins and his joints were white.

"It hurts, don't...press..."

Damn, does she always treat Wen Mohan like this?

The wounds on his body were already so severe, yet they were still pressing them with their hands. How is this different from torture?

Jiang Mengli's face was twisted in pain, but the corner of his mouth raised a little arc, "Don't worry, I won't press every wound, I will check your injuries right away."

"This guy has used up all the anesthetic powder, so you have to bear with it for a while. You are a veteran of the battlefield, so your ability to endure pain is definitely better than this guy's."

Mo Yunchen's mouth twitched. "Is it true, or is it intentional? Why does it feel like it's intentional? Treating him like an enemy!"

Was it because the investigation was wrong at the beginning and Jiang Mengli's love for Wen Mohan was overestimated?

His mind was in a mess at the moment, and Wen Mohan beside him was laughing. If his face was not bandaged, the wound might have burst from laughing.

Mo Yunchen suppressed the rage in his heart and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, saying, "I know you're teasing me, so how could you bear to let me suffer?"

Jiang Mengli ripped his clothes to shreds, paused his movements, and responded seriously:

"I'm telling the truth. He has too many injuries on his body, so he'll need a lot of anesthetic powder. Why would I lie to you?"

"Besides, who are you to me? Why would I be so reluctant to let you suffer? It's already a blessing that I can rescue you alive."

As soon as these words came out, Mo Yunchen's brain suddenly shrank.

You're not kidding.

There were quite a few whip wounds on his body, and he felt that he would definitely faint from the pain.

In less than a moment, Jiang Mengli had torn all his clothes into pieces and thrown them on the ground.

The wound was more clearly visible on the edge because of the tearing caused by taking off clothes. Mo Yunchen trembled slightly in pain, and his heart heaved.

Jiang Mengli was stunned when she saw the strong and sexy chest, then she touched it.

The moment the soft fingers touched his skin, Mo Yunchen shuddered as if he had been electrocuted. This action was completely beyond his expectations.

However, this scene happened in front of Wen Mohan, and he was still very happy...

cough cough...

"Meng Li, there are outsiders here, it's not nice to touch like this..." Mo Yunchen coughed twice to remind her.

Wen Mohan had his eyes closed, but when he heard these words, he suddenly opened his eyes and shot a murderous look over.

You damn woman, you touched the wrong thing, that's not me!

Can't you even recognize the men you've slept with?!

He roared in his heart, but the woman didn't even look at him.

Jiang Mengli frowned and looked at his chest and said, "I'm not horny, nor do I want to sleep with you. I'm just curious about your skin color. It feels different from before."

These words made Mo Yunchen's alarm bells ring.

She actually studied her skin color, which she had never considered before, just to make sure her face was flawless.

Just when Mo Yunchen didn't know how to respond, Yun Jian said, "Miss Jiang, please go and see the master. He has been imprisoned and tortured for some days, so it's normal for his skin to change color."

"He must be in a lot of pain from all those whip wounds. Let's take care of them first and let him rest. We can slowly learn more about other things later."

After hearing this, Jiang Mengli also felt that there was some truth in it.

So he immediately ordered Yun Jian to bring the medicine box over.

Seeing that she gave up studying skin color, Mo Yunchen finally felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

She opened the medicine box and took out the alcohol and cotton swabs. "Bear with it, it will hurt a little when you put it on."

"It's okay, come on." Mo Yunchen gritted his teeth, looking ready to die. "It hurt enough when the whip hit me. Applying the medicine won't hurt any more than that. Ah..."

As soon as the words fell, there was a deafening scream, and the people present felt that their eardrums were about to be broken.

Jiang Mengli frowned, "Didn't you say it wouldn't hurt more than a whip? It's embarrassing for a dignified war god to scream so loudly."

Mo Yunchen gritted his teeth and endured the pain, but his body couldn't help but tremble, and even his voice trembled, "It's... I'm just not prepared. I won't scream anymore."

Jiang Mengli nodded after hearing this and said, "Okay, bear with it, I will sew up your wound later."

Suture the wound?

This made Mo Yunchen a little confused.

Does the wound need stitches?

Before he could ask, alcohol was wiped on the wound. The pain made his face flush red, and blood was oozing from his bitten lips.

That expression of unbearable endurance was like constipation.

Ah...it hurts...hold on, don’t scream!

Mo Yunchen felt very uncomfortable, but he still let out a trembling "ah" from his mouth, and his hands tightly grasped his trouser legs.

"Ah~~Are you okay? Can I not apply this medicine?"

The trembling voice was so enchanting that Yun Jian couldn't help but shiver.

When did the master become like this?

It's not like there were times when I cried out in pain after getting hurt, but... but not like this...

Seeing him mumbling and twisting his body slightly, Jiang Mengli slapped him in the face with some displeasure, "Are you thinking about a man? Don't move! If you move again, I'll have to tie you up with a rope."

Mo Yunchen's face was full of black lines, and he said in a firm tone: "I won't move, you go ahead!"

Wen Mohan, who was standing next to him, smiled slightly, already going crazy with joy in his heart.

Take it slow, fake!

Jiang Mengli sped up and after applying alcohol, he began to use needle and thread to suture the deeper whip wounds.

It was extremely torturous for Mo Yunchen. He wanted to run away immediately, but he had to endure it.

By the time his injury was treated, he had already fainted from the pain.

Jiang Mengli stretched his neck, stood up and packed up the medicine box. "Send it to where he lived before. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wants to live here."

Upon hearing this, Yun Jian immediately carried Mo Yunchen on his back to the tent where many people lived, including General Tang and two deputy generals.