Chapter 16: Lack Of Money

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In the yard, there was an hour of rain. Jing Hao didn’t talk and didn’t move. Mu Hanzhang quietly accompanied him, and he sat in the rain for an hour. When he calmed down, he dragged him. Enter the house to bathe and change clothes.

Although the temple was used to train soldiers, it was a royal hospital. It should be complete and there should be hot springs. There is a large hot spring pool in the main courtyard of Jingjing. However, because it can't be washed in the open air, it is soaked in the small pool in the house to drive out the cold.

"Auntie!" Mu Hanzhang took a bowl of **** soup with Jing Hao, but he sneezed.

"You can also drink a bowl." Jing Hao handed him the **** soup, and he took the cloth towel to wipe his hair. Only then did he think that Jun Qing’s body was not good, and he was frozen when he was a child. The spring rain though Not cold, but sitting in the rain for an hour, the average person will get sick, let alone him. Thinking about this, I was busy pushing Mu Hanzhang and going to the hot spring for a while.

"Chen is in good health," I saw the intention of Jing Yu, Mu Hanzhang said, "I used to be sick in the rain for three hours, let alone..." Seeing Jing Yan changed his face, Mu Han Zhang realized that he had said that he had missed his mouth and was busy pulling him to bed.

Because it was built for rest and play, the bed in the other house was much wider than the Wangfu. Jingyu climbed into the bed twice, and lay down to the side of Mu Hanzhang, with faint anger in his eyes: "why?"

"At that time, the mother was made a mistake, I want to save the mother," Mu Hanzhang leaned on the big pillow on the bedside, and used the cloth and medicine he just found to bandage the wound on his hand. Isn't it normal?"

At that time, the son of the milk mother was caught in the house, and the wife had to take out their mother and son. When I fell into the lake that year, it was the mother who took care of him and saved him a life. The lady did not give her a way to live. In the final analysis, it was still not pleasing to the eye. I spent three hours on my own, or my grandmother couldn’t stand it, only saved her mother and her son, but drove them to Zhuangzi.

Jing Yan heard the words, and the corner of his mouth twitched a bitter smile: "Yes, I am still in front of the diligent hall for a day and a night."

Mu Hanzhang put a quilt on the person around him, slipped it down, one-handedly, and looked at him sideways: "One day and one night?" Is the king a orthodox nephew, and is it too unsatisfactory in the palace?

"At that time, I insisted on going to the military camp. The father said that if I could take me for twelve hours in front of the diligent hall, Jing Jing laughed and laughed. "Without the mother, I am in the palace with my brother." I have not been as good as the great prince of the singer, I was only thinking about going to bring troops, to seize the military power, to kill all those who bullied me!"

Mu Hanzhang raised his eyebrows and put his hand on the top of Jingluo to gently touch, but did not speak.

The gentle touch made Jingjing feel comfortable and squint, took a deep breath, and smelled the faint fragrance of Junqing, which calmed down the arrogant mood: "When I was a child, I would make a small coat for me and I would do it. Especially delicious osmanthus cake, I broke her favorite orchid, she beat me, I still didn't cry, but she cried first, and asked me if it hurts..." The eyes are wet.

The man has tears and does not flick, just because he is not sad. A strong person like Jing Hao, the more tears come, the more it hurts. Mu Hanzhang looked at this kind of scene, only felt pity, and slowly bowed his head and fell a kiss in his tight eyebrows.

Jing Hao opened his eyes to see him, turned over and buried his face in Mu Hanzhang's chest, afraid that he would see his wolverine look.

Mu Hanzhang lay down, hugged him, and gently stroked behind him, just like pacifying the injured little beast, and caressing it over and over again. The tired scene, falling asleep in such a beautiful touch,

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