What kind of bad thoughts can Mr. Xiao have?

Chapter 60 Chapter 59
"Yes, so I couldn't believe anyone yesterday." Wei Huai'en nodded. "That's why I want to say sorry to you. I can doubt whoever it is, but you can't. I should never doubt you, sister."

Tears filled Shui Jing's eyes, and he held Wei Huai'en's hand tightly: "No, no, you shouldn't apologize. Shui Jing understands, so how can I blame you?"

Wei Huai'en put the back of her hand on her face, and carefully wiped away her tears: "I probably came up with these few candidates, and I need to trouble Sister Shui Jing to check for me again in the next few days. What I did after that, except for Xiao Qi, I can only leave this matter to you."

"Master, don't worry!" Shui Jing took the list from Wei Huai'en, memorized it several times, and threw it into the charcoal basin.

The words are divided into two parts.

Chaotu must keep Barr. After discussions among officials in Mingzhou, Barr was temporarily detained due to the friendship between the two countries. After Wei Huai'en returned to Beijing with Chaotu, he would wait for Dali Temple to release him.

The direction of this matter is not surprising. Wei Huai'en knew that neither Barr nor the Nanlin army was the culprit who caused Xiao Qi's serious injury. If you really want to count it, the blame is that she was too confident and underestimated the enemy, thinking that King Duan would not be able to make a big deal. You can casually borrow a knife to kill people and get Mingzhou into your pocket.

The more it gets to this kind of time, the less she can attract attention because of her own selfishness. The Longevity Day of Emperor Yonghe is at the end of March. No matter what, Barr can't move.

This is where she feels sorry.She always has so many last resorts, but Xiao Qi's life can be given up for her at any time.

"Are you still awake?" The doctor said that Xiao Qi would probably wake up today, and Wei Huai'en stood by his bed, watching his movements while watching the information collected by Shui Jing.

Maybe it was because the way he was poured under her horse covered in blood that day was too dazzling, Wei Huai'en always felt that he was in a trance, either vaguely heard Xiao Qi calling her "Master", or had a nightmare of Xiao Qi's death, while looking forward to him waking up , while afraid that the nightmare will come true.

Early spring is much warmer than winter. Wei Huai'en counted the days, and if she delays for a few more days, she will not miss the Longevity Festival of Emperor Yonghe. She wants Xiao Qi to take good care of him before going on the road.

She was sleepy in the afternoon, and she slept with him on the couch next to the bed for the past two days, and today was no exception.She piled the folder letter paper aside, carefully leaned half of her body over to put it on Xiao Qi's shoulder, and fell into a deep sleep.

The spirit that had been tense for several days finally relaxed after everything was settled, and no one disturbed him. The sleep was extremely peaceful until night.

Xiao Qi gradually regained consciousness from the dull pain in his body that fluctuated with his breathing. There was no light in the room, and he couldn't see anything when he opened his eyes.

After lying down for a few days, his body was a little sluggish. He recalled bit by bit what happened before he fell into a coma. By the way, he started to move from his fingertips, and when he tried to raise his hand, the muscles in the injured area were involved, and he woke up suddenly from the pain. Not a lot.

He was shot, he remembered.That day, the convoy escorting the proton was besieged by a group of well-trained men. Judging by their skills and organization, they were by no means ordinary bandits.He was surrounded by several people, and they all came here to take his life.

He was injured in several places, so he could only forcefully resist and lean towards Jiang Hong's direction, but the enemy was outnumbered, and when he felt that he might be about to break here today, he heard her voice.

It was really like a dream, she came in a red dress and rode a white horse with a sword, just one look could make him forget all the pain on his body.It was only at this time that he became afraid belatedly, afraid that if he didn't support himself just now, he would never see her again.

The fact that the Nanlin army was here meant that the information he controlled was deliberately provided to him in the past, so it is self-evident that the attack was only aimed at him, because they were demanding his life for Yan Weiguang.

Yan Weiguang used the Mingzhou banditry to lure him into the trap, presumably if he hadn't been stabbed in the back by Li Kong that day, Yan Weiguang would have been able to retreat from Wei Huai'en and his killing round, and even bit back to ruin Wei Huai'en's reputation, what a vicious calculation .

Then when he wanted to find the so-called old butler, he saw Baal's burning eyes and an arrow aimed at him.

He only knew that Wei Huai'en was standing behind him, and without thinking about it, he jumped up and completely blocked Wei Huai'en's back, and only had time to block the arrow in the chest with the long sword in his hand.

So he's not dead yet.

His chest was heaving violently due to the wild comedy of rebirth, he was not afraid of the pain of pulling the wound, and he needed these more to prove that this was not a flashback, but a real life that had been recovered before the gate of hell.

He guessed that he should be placed here to recover from his injuries. Maybe it was late at night, so no one left a light for him.When he was thinking about whether to call someone, Wei Huai'en moved his head and got up from his side.

Xiao Qi's heartbeat was about to stop. He could never have imagined that Wei Huai'en had been sticking to his side all the time. He couldn't see her, but he heard her hoarse voice just after waking up: "ah, why? When I fell asleep at this time, Shui Jing didn't come to call me."

The warm hand accurately covered his forehead, and he somehow closed his eyes, as if he still didn't dare to let her find that he had woken up.

Although he didn't feel any dirt on his body, he still didn't want her to see his sloppy appearance.

"How long are you going to sleep, Xiao Qi?" She said to herself, just this sentence made his throat hard, and he wanted to answer her immediately.

But she leaned over and kissed his lips, so tender and gentle that he thought it was flowers that fell between his lips.

Did she always kiss him like this when he was unconscious?

He doesn't need to try his best to test it out, he doesn't need to work hard outside to earn credit to beg her in front of her, as long as he pretends that he hasn't woken up, she will treat him so well, right?
He admitted that he was a bit of a villain, but that kiss was too soft and tender, which made him feel in the dark that it was just a kiss that belonged to Wei Huai'en. When he was hurt, she would feel sorry for him. It was that simple.

This pain is like honey, he wants to taste it secretly.

It's a pity that Wei Huai'en called someone to come in and light the lamp. He seemed to have missed the best time to open his eyes, so he could only pretend to be asleep and wait for the others to leave.

Wei Huai'en lowered the curtain for him, and he couldn't see the situation outside. He only knew that after the chaotic footsteps left, the footsteps belonging to Wei Huai'en never came.

He waited, thinking about what Wei Huai'en would say when he came over again.

Come, come, he finally heard her footsteps approaching, and quickly relaxed his expression as if he had just woken up.

Wei Huaien thought that Xiao Qi would probably wake up tonight, so he didn't rush to feed the medicine, but brought a basin of water over to help him wipe his body again, so as not to make this person feel uncomfortable when he woke up.

She was used to taking care of Xiao Qi in the past few days, so she directly opened the curtain, lifted the quilt, pulled his baggy pockets and went straight to the point.

Xiao Qi was so frightened that his slender phoenix eyes stared into round eyes. Lying in the quilt, he never thought that he was only wearing a cotton robe that was better than nothing. If it wasn't for his quick movements, nothing could stop him .

"Master! Xiao Qi is awake! Hiss..."

The wound on the left chest was deep, and when he moved his arm, the bandaged cloth was dazed with blood.Wei Huai'en quickly held him down: "Don't move! How bad is your injury? Don't die!"

Xiao Qi didn't speak, just looked at Wei Huai'en anxiously and smirked.

"Are you stupid? Why don't you talk?"

Wei Huaien leaned over to touch his cheek, and he carefully raised his right hand to hold her.

"Wynn, I'll be fine, don't cry."

"Who cried?"

As soon as he reminded her, she realized that there was another layer of mist in front of her eyes.

"Are you really awake? I can always hear you calling me these days, and I don't know if it's true or not."

"Really, I'm really awake."

Xiao Qi squeezed her wrist with some force.

"That's fine, that's fine..."

Wei Huaien finally smiled and leaned over to rub the tip of his nose.

"The doctor said that you have to stay in bed for a few more days, so don't move around. I'll wipe your body for you and tell someone to pass the meal on."

Wei Huai'en wanted to lift his robe again, Xiao Qi quickly pressed the skirt and said:

"No, it's better for the slave to come by himself, master..."

He felt that there was no shelter under his clothes, so how could he show her the ugliest part?

He didn't care how the doctor treated his body after the injury, but he had to cover up the shameful scars because it would dirty her eyes.

"What are you afraid of, Xiao Qi?"

She interrupted his restraining words.

"Who do you think is taking care of you these days?"

She lay sideways beside him, looking straight into his panicked, embarrassed and inferior eyes.

Her hand covered the back of his tightly clenched fist, with the power of spring wind and rain that he couldn't resist.She just looked at him and slowly put her hands on his skin.

"Master...you shouldn't treat slaves like this, slaves..."

He described himself with words that were enough to sting the atmosphere at this moment, so that the heart that desperately wanted to show her all the humble and helpless felt the sharp pain and woke up.

How can he afford to gamble?The ugliest, most despicable, and most disgusting scars are his marks of being neither human nor ghost, unfilial and unrighteous. She was born in the bright light and above the jade steps. Even presenting such a body to her would be a blasphemy.

She would pity him and pity him today because of his insignificant life-saving grace, but what about tomorrow, the day after tomorrow?
Scars that are as dirty as maggots will always wear away all tenderness and affection. Once she sees it, she hates it once, and hates it once she hates it. How much pity he has prayed for, can it be spent like this?

He held her hand through his shirt, desperately begging her not to reveal his scar when he was awake.

"Please... don't..."

But she shook her head, her eyes firmly made him unable to hide, any obstacle was powerless in front of her, he finally gave up on himself, let go of her wrist and let her come and go, but closed his eyes, not wanting to see her disgust and dislike.

The twisted and protruding flesh scar was damaged and healed after a long period of time. After suppurating and bleeding, it grew into a handful of maggots that grew on his body and in his soul, reminding him all the time what a humiliating existence he was.

She would hate him, if not today, then in the very near future.

He even felt a little resentful, resenting his own body, resenting the murder in Leishan, he would rather die on that day, than wait for the countdown of the love he had earned so hard to count down to zero now.

He still resented Wei Huai'en, why did he use this kind of look to make him unable to resist? Could the firmness at this moment be enough to promise the future?Did she know that this time he believed that she would not underestimate his body, how painful it would be when he was rejected by her again in the future?
She found the worm that was hiding, and ran her fingertips lightly across its back.He pursed his lips tightly, unwilling to think about how her hand touched the monster.

Wei Huai'en stuck tightly to his right side, not missing any of his nervousness.His whole body was tense, so she just clicked there without moving.

If it wasn't for the sound of his almost sobbing breathing, she would have thought it was a frozen corpse.

But it's already March in Yangchun.

No matter how cold the heart is, no matter how humiliated the soul is, it's time to break this ice-like seal, right?
Her fingertips moved, but he held her hand tightly again, not allowing her to move any more.

It was like the last, last pointless effort before completely presenting herself at her feet.

It's also like some kind of prayer. If you don't hear the right mantra, you won't open your heart completely.

He wept a little.

"Wynn, do you know that in fact, I am completely different from the Xiao Qi you know. I can only push forward. Don't try to get rid of me in your whole life. Even if I die, I won't leave you.

Have you really thought about it?You... do you really want to choose me?I am not Qingyun, even if I have such a body, I will not share you with anyone.

We can't go back from now on, do you really want to be monopolized by someone like me?

Have you considered?If... If you leave now, I can pretend that nothing happened, I am still your slave, and I will never disobey you.

I swear we will be the same as before, even whatever man you want, I will help you get it..."

He gave all his prices incoherently, like a gambler trying to redeem himself in front of the dealer before the last card is drawn in a losing game, trying to get back to the original point.

If he can retreat to this step, will she give up?
He didn't believe that his body could still grow an upright love desire, and he didn't believe that she could love him for a long time.His avoidance is self-preservation.

"People's hearts are wrapped in flesh and blood, so it's naturally difficult to distinguish the true from the false. But you are different. It's easier to look at you than to look at other people."

She leaned close to his ear, and softly spoke a confession that fell on his heart like a tense confession.

His hands dropped blankly, his robes were scattered, and layers of old and new scars overlapped, none of which could compare to that wound that was deep enough and long enough.

She caressed his crippled part, and the warmth in her palm made him feel hot all over, as if his heart was also supported by her bare hands.

For the first time, he felt what spring comes from a dead tree and what is vitality.

　I want to see this scene, I want to see two people who are in love really accept everything about each other.

　　Xiao Qi deserves this treatment, right?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)