MTL - Alluring His Wife: The Evil King’s Fifth Consort-Chapter 1038 Interested

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Irene nodded. "Yes, the wound on your shoulder, although it is a new injury, has never healed. If you move it a little, the wound will split. So long wounds can't be done by herbal medicine."

Mu Yan saw Irene's head is the road, the heart is more and more curious. "What do you do?"

"Sew with a thread." Irene made these three words decisively.

And from the bed, take out the sewing tools she has already prepared.

"This is the fish gut, very thin, and will be absorbed by the skin, and the scars left in the future will not be too big." Irene said as she said, she took her to the round table and sat down.

Then show him the fish gut of his hand. Under the light yellow candlelight, the line inhales the hair, and if you don't look carefully, you can hardly see it.

The dark scorpion of Mu's scorpion fell on the long line of Irene's hand.

Then he subconsciously moved his injured shoulder, and a pain came from his shoulder.

"If you don't feel relieved, can you check this line?" Irene took the fish gut on her hand to the front of Muhammad.

But Mu Yan just glanced at it and asked. "Why do you know this?"

"Because I am often injured, I slowly know that the wound area needs to be sewn with needlework, otherwise the wound will be infected and suppurated." Irene squinted at the eyelids.

"That... your wounds?" Mu Yan looked at Irene, and the thin, flappy eyelashes shivered slightly under the orange candlelight.

"Did you not see it yesterday?" Irene replied.

"It’s dark, it’s not clear.” Under the silver mask, the admiration of evil spirits raises the lips.

Irene understood the meaning of Mu Xi, and also smiled at Mu Yi.. "When the wound is sewed, can the prince not see it?"

Mu Yan looked at Eileen's cheeks, and she didn't know if she was too blushing, or because she was ashamed.

Mu Hao was silent for a moment and seemed to be the default.

Irene gently untied Mu's clothes, one by one to open the wound wrapped in Mu's shoulder. When she was about to pull the clothes down, Mu Yan stopped her movements.

Because in the down, it is the arm, where the name of Zhu Er is engraved.

Since Mu Yan did not let her see, then she honestly sewed him.

At first, Mu's eyes fell on Irene's needle, and finally the whole pair of scorpions fell on Irene's face.

The light and dusty dawn is full of thought and curiosity.

He has too many places that he doesn't understand. According to the truth, Irene's identity is very suspicious. He should have handed it directly to Xuanyuan, let Xuan leave to investigate.

However, he was completely attracted by her mystery.

Irene carefully stitched each stitch every time, and I was very focused, but even then, Irene couldn’t help but sigh. "Is it beautiful? After a few months, wait for me to raise my body." I will be more beautiful."

The emperor under the silver mask seems to be teased by this slightly narcissistic Irene, but there is no expression on her face, but she said very seriously. "You have no problem with your identity, but your attitude towards the king is very good. problem."

"Is it because you are used to the indifference of others, so once someone is passionate about you, you will feel very uncomfortable?" Irene converges with a smile on her lips, and at this time she also sews the last stitch and knots. Then cut it with scissors.

In the past five years, when Mu Yu lived in Yunzhi, he did not know how many hardships he suffered and the cynicism of others.

And for so many years, no woman has been so cared for him and cared for him.

Irene’s words quickly slammed Mu's pupils and then waited until Irene got up straight, and I held Irene on my lap.

The arm of the injured shoulder clenched Irene's waist tightly.

"Your wound has just been sewed, don't use force." This signal is obviously dangerous, but Irene first thought of Mu's injured arm.

"You won't be the real Weiwei tail. Your current words and deeds are totally different from the investigation by Wang."

"How is it different?" Irene sat on Mu's leg like this and asked with a smile.

However, Twilight still fell on Mu's shoulders, sideways, low-pitched with a clean towel to wipe the wounds that Muzhen just sewed, and then applied, bandaged, action, flowing, very skilled.

"A person who has been bullied for a long time will not approach the person actively, and will not take the initiative to warm one person." Because he is also the one who needs warmth. "Not to mention the king is a cruel, cold-loving person."

When Mu Yan said, he stood up and loosened the hand fixed on Irene's waist. He kept a distance from Irene in the next second. "Let's go, see what you can do to help the king." On, the king let you go, but if there is another time..." The latter is self-evident.

Irene stood in front of Mu Xi, slightly raised her head and looked at Mu Xi, then picked up the wine on the wine table, just handed it to Mu Yu, but then took it back.. "You were hurt, Can't drink, I will help you drink."

Irene crossed her hands and first drank the glass of Mu's wine. When she was ready to drink her own glass of wine, the glass of her hand was picked up by Mu Yi.

Looking up, all the drinks, sweet wine along the throat, flow to the stomach, and then a burst of hot.

"This king has given you a chance, you don't leave, then you can never go." Mu Yan finished, the lips of light color like water split slightly, the dark eyes are clear and hot looking at Ai Lin.. "You better hide it, or you will find it by the king. You only have one way to die."

Irene is a slight smile, revealing the white teeth, no matter what way they meet and meet each other, Mu Yan will eventually like her.

Even if Mu Yan is doubting her, this does not prevent him from falling in love with her in the future!

Irene kissed Mu's arm intimately and said meekly. "Then we will rest earlier."

"The king still has something to deal with." For Irene's closeness, Mu Yan didn't seem to get used to it. The throat rolled a bit, and then I'm holding Eileen's hand away, and said with a positive face.

"Then I will accompany you." Irene said without hesitation.

Mu Yan looked at Irene, her eyes were very pure, and people could not refuse.

Anything to deal with is an excuse, he is in the dream, but he can't wait to be with her.

He did this, just wanted to escape.

"Wang, your shoulder is hurt, or it is better to rest early."

"This king is injured in the body, not convenient for the cave." Mu Yan's dark eyes looked straight at Irene.

Irene listened to this, the smile on her face was more lovely. This sentence, in the dream, seems to be what she said to him.

His answer at the time was very free and easy.. no problem.

How did she feel that she was the prey of Mu Xi at that time, and now Mu Yu has become her prey?

"Wang, what are you thinking about? I mean the meaning of sleeping?" Irene smiled, and the clear light flashed a touch of play.

Although it disappeared quickly, it was captured by Mu Yu.

For a time, countless complicated feelings came to my mind. He felt that he was teased by a little woman, but he didn't feel angry at all.

Even, he always felt that the woman in front of him could easily grasp his inner thoughts.

This is really a magical thing, no one can control his thoughts, but she did.

Mu Yan didn't want to admit it, but it was.

"This king has injuries, or it is better to stay alone. You should sleep first." Mu Yu is very keen to stay, but his reason is not allowed.

This Weiweiwei is a very suspicious person who has not investigated who she is or what her purpose is.

He will never let her get close to herself.

Irene looked at the back of Mu Yan’s turn and left, and the scenes in her dreams appeared in my mind over and over again.

In her dreams, she was the one who made a few resignations and looked for people who were unwilling to go to bed with Mu Zhen. Why did they come to reality and the result was the opposite?

Irene was a little annoyed and somewhat hurtful. She now wants to be with Mu, and to face with him what is going to happen.

"But I will be afraid when I sleep alone at night..." Irene’s voice of grievances rang behind the admiration.

When he had already walked to the door, he stopped and looked back at Irene.

Irene can say with pity. "I used to live in a horse shed, but at least there is a horse to accompany me. If you can't accompany me, you can let me sleep with me."

"There is nothing here." Mu Yan opened his lips and said faintly.

"What should I do? I can't take a horse from Ma Peng to accompany me?" Irene swayed like a cloud, and Dina walked to the bed and turned around for a moment, then she pulled off her hair. The blue silk of a cloud rushes down, and it is beautiful and enchanting under the light yellow candlelight.

"If Wang Ye’s body is really uncomfortable, then let Wang’s side be...” Irene lowered her head and stroked her long hair like a cloud. The long fingers twitched the hair, seemingly unintentional, but it was full of temptation. .

The words have not been finished yet, and the "啪" sound, Mu Yan will close the hollow door.

"Let the guards around the king come to accompany you?" Mu snorted and snorted, step by step to Eileen's feelings, the dark eyes seem to have a forbearing anger.

Irene’s words seem to touch some of the bottom line of Mu Wei.

It’s terrible that Mu Wei’s fire is coming.

"On the first day of the wedding, you will go to other places to go to sleep. After three days, you will go back to the door. I don't know how the slaves in the prime minister's house will make fun of me?" Irene said that she seemed to be wronged, and she still used the corners of her eyes. Yu Guang took a look at Mu Yan.. "What is the difference between letting me keep alive? If you really doubt this doubt, then you will give me some money, I will go."

"If the king does not remember correctly, what you said just now is that you like the king. How do you ask the king to ask for money?" The darkness of the darkness is as deep as the thick ink. In the end, the faint voice revealed a hint of coldness. Look at the refreshing to the apex O