Dressed as a little milk cat in the arms of the villain tyrant

After thinking about it again and again, Chu Mo couldn't bear to look at Luo Chenghuan.

Before pushing open the door, Chu Mo was still fantasizing about the little thing huddling under the quilt aggrievedly, crying, and when he saw him, he flung himself into his arms softly, acting coquettishly.

Accompanied by a loud noise, Chu Mo pushed open the door, and the room was full of smoky air. For some reason, there was a puddle of black unknown liquid on the floor of the room. The little thing squatting next to him did not know what to do. Who could it be if it was not Huanhuan? ?

"Fuck! What kind of rubbish ink is this, why can't it be wiped off?"

Luo Chenghuan squatted on the ground and wiped the floor with a handkerchief while wiping his hands.

The black mass on the ground, even his own hands were pitch black.

"hiss……"

Luo Chenghuan suddenly withdrew his hand, and saw blood gurgling from his palm.

"Ahhhh!"

Looking at the black palms, Luo Chenghuan was at a loss, let out a groundhog sound irritably, and stood up abruptly.

"Ahhhhhhhh..."

There were tears in Luo Chenghuan's eyes, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Chu Mo was stunned by someone, and he didn't react for a long time.

Li Dequan didn't speak, and walked away silently. This little master Luo is really stupid and unscrupulous.

Relying on His Majesty's pleasure, he can do whatever he wants, foolish without knowing it.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Luo Chenghuan swallowed, subconsciously raised his foot and wanted to run, but was hugged in his arms by the waist.

"What is Aifei doing? Do you feel that I am not satisfied with this bedroom?"

Chu Mo looked at the traces of ink everywhere, and twitched the corners of his mouth calmly. He just wanted him to copy a book and calm down, but he was fine, he wanted him to live in another place.

"My hand hurts..."

Luo Chenghuan didn't know how to explain, looking at his bleeding palm, he suddenly felt wronged.

Chu Mo didn't dare to say anything more, if he remembered correctly, when this little thing hit the pillar, he also looked so aggrieved and silent.

"I never blamed you, why are you crying again?"

Chu Mo pinched the man's wrist, carefully inspecting the man's injury, but did not notice that the man was quietly wiping tears with the other wrist.

"..." His face was covered in ink and dirty.

"Don't cry, there is ink everywhere, this is Hui ink that is worth thousands of dollars."

Chu Mo hugged him helplessly, motioned for Li Dequan to invite the imperial physician, and then coaxed him to go to the inner room.

As he walked, he kept comforting him: "Okay, okay, I'm really afraid of you. You ruined my best Huizhou Yanmo, and you even cried..."

"pain……"

Luo Chenghuan's aggrieved word made Chu Mo shut his mouth.

When the imperial physician came, the two were still in the bathroom. The imperial physician and Li Dequan were waiting in the room, when they heard a blushing and heartbeating sound coming from inside.

"Your Majesty, I hurt..."

"Hey, bear with me, I'll take it easy."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"Be obedient, if you don't wash it, you will get sick."

In the bathroom, Chu Mo was carefully wiping the ink off someone's hands, but the man was getting a little irritated because of the pain.

Li Dequan was a little helpless, his majesty, why would he be so interested in such a silly little thing.

The imperial doctor winked and shrank aside, pretending that he didn't hear anything.

Good fellow, who would dare to eavesdrop on His Majesty and Concubine doing that?

Luo Chenghuan was finally hugged and placed on the couch, and only then did he order everyone to come in.

"Look at the wound on his hand."

Chu Mo just stood there quietly like this, as if he didn't have the slightest consciousness to give way.

"Here."

Just as the imperial physician was about to reach out for his pulse, he was stopped by Chu Mo.

"I heard that the hospital is going to diagnose the pulse with a silk thread, why not let me open my eyes today."

Chu Mo said unrealistic words in his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on the uneasy little thing on the couch.

What kind of person is Li Dequan?

It's really awkward not to let people touch Xiaozhu Luo, just say it straight, and even say that you want to see Xuansi's pulse diagnosis in a roundabout way.

Of course, these words can only be complained in my heart.

"Here."

The imperial doctor didn't react at first, and he didn't react until he got online.

Luo Chenghuan stared at the special miraculous medical skills that he had seen in TV dramas before.

There is undisguised admiration in the eyes.

At the same time, Chu Mo, who was staring at him intently, naturally noticed this scene. What exactly is this man worshiping?

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, the injury on the hand of the little master Luo is not serious, and it has been treated."

The imperial doctor paused, exhaled, and then continued, "It's just that Miss Luo is a little weak, and she should be a little more restrained in sex."

Luo Chenghuan: "..." Help!What kind of large-scale social death scene is this!