Chapter 1275 If There Is a Next Time, I Will Take Her Life

"You... why are you sneaking around?" Seeing him, Yun Dai was surprised and angry, "I thought there was an assassin hidden in the car."

Zhao Yuanjing let go of her, and said with a smile: "Without my permission, would Xu Hu dare to bring Feng Nian here at will?"

"Come as soon as you come, it's like being a thief."

"If I show up, I will inevitably have to deal with so many people in the Hou's mansion, kneeling and worshiping. It's really annoying." He leaned back, resting his hands on the back of his head, smiling lazily, "I just want to be with you You are alone for a while."

"Back to the palace, there is plenty of time."

"It's not the same." Zhao Yuanjing stretched out his hand and pulled her in front of him, "Good Dai'er, I have to be a good emperor in the palace, and it's hard to do everything well. But outside, I'm just your man, and I belong to you alone."

"Always together, you don't get tired of being crooked."

"Not at all." Zhao Yuanjing leaned her head against her neck, her voice was sticky and sweet, "I really want to be by your side all the time, doing nothing, not going anywhere."

"Spoken nonsense again."

Yun Dai touched his soft hair.

I feel that he is just like Yan'er, a child at the moment.

Ever since he cried in front of her in the morning, under his cold appearance, the soft part of his heart no longer seemed to be deliberately hidden, and he no longer minded showing it to her.

"Are you cold? Give me your hand, and I'll take another look." Zhao Yuanjing held her hand, untied the gauze and checked it carefully.

No blood was taken at noon, and Ouyang's miraculous wound medicine was applied. All the wounds were scarred and no longer oozing blood.

However, it will take some time to fully recover.

Zhao Yuanjing sighed: "It is said that the daughter's family is delicate. The girls who are drafted into the palace must be carefully inspected by the nanny, and there must be no scars on their bodies. Although you have never been drafted, you were raised in the boudoir, and your oily skin has never broken .Now that I am a queen, my hands are full of wounds..."

He couldn't go on, he bowed his head and kissed the scar on her wrist.

And every wound is for him.

Zhao Yuanjing couldn't do anything this afternoon. Every time I think of her spider web-like wounds, I feel like I can't breathe.

He really has the heart to kill Leng Rushuang.

Yun Dai didn't want him to look at her wound again, so she asked him to help her tie it up again.

"Let me watch it for a while."

"It's so ugly, what's so good about it." Yun Dai didn't want to expose her wounds to others, especially the man with whom she had the closest relationship.

Zhao Yuanjing said: "As long as it is on you, no matter what it is, I think it looks good."

He rolled up the gauze and threw it out to Tsing Yi.

"In the future, the queen is not allowed to wrap her wrists.

Tsing Yi hurriedly took the gauze, and respectfully agreed.

Yun Dai was puzzled.

Zhao Yuanjing said: "I asked Ouyang this afternoon, you can't keep wrapping your wound airtightly, it's already scarred, it's not good to keep wrapping up."

Yun Dai smiled and said, "Then don't wrap it up."

She puts the sleeves down.

Originally, it was to hide it from him. Now that he knows, it doesn't matter whether he wraps it up or not.

She asked herself the most concerned question of the afternoon.

"Did Miss Leng come into the palace today? What did she say?"

"I told her that I already knew about her taking the queen's blood. If there is another time, I will marry her."

"... Your Majesty, are you too domineering? He is the one who worked hard to detoxify you."