Chapter 1038 Interested

Eileen nodded: "Yes, the wound on your shoulder, although it is a new wound, has not healed. As long as you move a little, the wound will open. For such a long wound, just relying on herbs is not enough."

Seeing that Irene's words were clear and logical, Mu Jin became more and more curious: "What should we do?"

"Sewing with thread." Eileen said these three words decisively.

And from under the bed, she took out the suture tools she had prepared.

"This is fish gut. It is very thin and will be absorbed by the skin. The scars left behind will not be too big in the future." As Irene said, she pulled Mu Jin to sit in front of the round table.

Then he showed him the fish gut in his hand. Under the pale yellow candlelight, the thread was sucked into the hair. If you didn't look carefully, you could hardly see it.

Mu Jin's dark eyes fell on the long thread in Irene's hand.

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

"If you're worried, can someone check this thread?" Irene brought the fish gut in front of Mu Jin.

But Mu Jin just took a look and asked, "Why do you know this?"

"Because I am often injured, I gradually learned that large wounds need to be sewn with needles and threads, otherwise the wounds will become infected and suppurate." Irene blinked at Mu Jin.

"Then...where are your wounds?" Mu Jin raised her eyes and looked at Irene intently, her eyelashes as thin as cicada wings trembling slightly under the orange candlelight.

"Didn't you see it yesterday?" Eileen replied.

"It's dark, I can't see clearly." Mu Jin, under the silver mask, raised the corners of his lips evilly.

Aileen understood what Mu Jin meant and smiled at Mu Jinxie: "After the wound is sewn, won't the prince be able to see it?"

Mu Jin looked at Irene's bright red cheeks and didn't know whether it was because she applied too much blush or because she was shy.

Mu Jin was silent for a moment, seemingly acquiescing.

Irene gently untied Mu Jin's clothes and opened the wounds on Mu Jin's shoulders one by one. When she was about to pull the clothes down, Mu Jin stopped her.

Because down there is the arm, where Zhuer's name is engraved.

Since Mu Jin wouldn't let her see it, she would just sew it for him honestly.

At first Mu Jin's eyes fell on Irene's needle, and finally his eyes fell on Irene's face.

His elegant and innocent eyes were full of thoughts and curiosity.

There were too many things he didn't understand. Logically speaking, Irene's identity was very suspicious. He should have handed it over directly to Xuanli and let Xuanli investigate.

But he was completely attracted by her mystery.

Irene sewed every stitch and thread very carefully, with focused eyes, but even so, Irene couldn't help teasing Mu Jin: "Am I beautiful? In a few months, when I take good care of myself , I will be more beautiful."

Mu Jin under the silver mask seemed to be amused by the slightly narcissistic Irene, but there was no expression on her face. Instead, she said seriously: "There is no problem with your identity, but your attitude towards this king is very serious." question."

"Is it because you are used to other people's indifference, so once someone is enthusiastic about you, you will feel very uncomfortable?" Irene suppressed the smile on her lips, and at this time she sewed the last stitch and tied the knot. Then cut with scissors.

In the past five years, Mu Jin had suffered countless hardships and cynicism from others while living under the identity of Yun Xie.

And for so many years, no woman has been so caring and protective of him by his side.

Irene's words quickly made Mu Jin's eyes shrink suddenly, and before Irene could stand up, she hugged Irene and sat on her lap.

The arm on the injured shoulder clamped tightly around Irene's waist.

"Your wound has just been sewn, so don't use force." Mu Jin's signal was obviously dangerous, but the first thing Irene thought of was Mu Jin's injured arm.

"You can't be the real Wei Yuanwei. Your current words and deeds are completely different from what I investigated."

"Why is it different?" Eileen just sat on Mu Jin's lap and asked with a smile.

But his eyes still fell on Mu Jin's shoulder. He turned his face sideways, lowered his eyes and wiped the wound that Mu Jin had just sewn with a clean towel. Then he applied medicine and bandaged it with very smooth movements.

"People who have been bullied for a long time will not take the initiative to approach people, and they will not take the initiative to be warm to someone." Because he is also the one who needs warmth: "What's more, I am a cruel and cold-hearted person."

As Mu Jin said that, he stood up, released the hands that were fixed on Irene's waist, and kept a distance from Irene in the next second: "You can go, for the sake of helping me treat my injury." , I will let you go, but if there is a next time..." The following words are self-evident.

Irene stood in front of Mu Jin, looking at Mu Jin with her head slightly raised. Then she picked up the Hexin wine on the wine table and was about to hand it to Mu Jin, but took it back: "You are injured, you can't Drink, I’ll help you drink.”

Irene crossed her hands and drank Mu Jin's glass of wine first. When she was about to drink her own glass of wine, Mu Jin took the glass in her hand.

He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. The sweet wine flowed down his throat and into his stomach, and then caused a burst of heat.

"I have given you a chance. If you don't leave, you will never be able to leave." After Mu Jin finished drinking, her lips as pale as water were slightly split, and her dark eyes were both cool and burning as she looked at Ai Lin: "You'd better hide it better, otherwise you will be discovered by me and you will die."

Eileen smiled slightly, showing her white teeth. No matter how they met and got acquainted, Mu Jin would like her in the end.

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

Eileen took Mu Jin's arm affectionately and said meekly, "Then let's go to bed early."

"I still have something to deal with." Mu Jin didn't seem to be used to Irene's closeness. His throat rolled, and then he took Irene's hand away and said with a serious face.

"Then I'll accompany you." Eileen said without hesitation.

Mu Jin looked at Irene, her eyes were so innocent that it was impossible to refuse.

Whatever he had to deal with was just an excuse. In the dream, he couldn't wait to have sex with her.

He did this just to escape.

"My lord, your shoulder is injured, it's better to rest early."

"I am injured and it is not convenient for the bridal chamber." Mu Jin looked straight at Irene with dark eyes.

After hearing this, the smile on Eileen's face became even cuter. This sentence, in the dream, seemed to be what she said to him.

His answer at that time was very free and easy: It doesn't matter.

Why does she feel that she was Mu Jin's prey at that time, but now Mu Jin has become her prey?

"My lord, what are you thinking about? I mean sleep?" Irene smiled, and a hint of amusement flashed through her clear eyes.

Although he disappeared quickly, he was still captured by Mu Jin.

For a time, countless complicated feelings rushed into his heart. He felt that he had been made fun of by a little girl, but he did not feel angry at all.

In fact, 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 influence his thoughts, but she did it.

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

"I am injured, so it is better to rest alone. You can go to sleep first." Mu Jin really wanted to stay, but his reason did not allow it.

This Wei Yuanwei is a very suspicious person, and there is no investigation into who she really is or what her purpose is.

He would never let her get even close to him.

Irene looked at Mu Jin's back as he turned and left, and the scene in the dream appeared in her mind over and over again.

In the dream, she was the one who put off saying goodbye several times and found various reasons not to sleep with Mu Jin. Why was the result completely opposite in reality?

Irene was a little upset and a little sad. She just wanted to be with Mu Jin and face what was about to happen with him.

"But I'm afraid of sleeping alone at night..." Aileen's somewhat aggrieved voice sounded behind Mu Jin.

Mu Jin, who had already reached the door, stopped immediately and turned back to look at Irene.

Eileen said pitifully: "Although I lived in a stable before, at least I still had a horse to accompany me. Since you can't accompany me, Your Majesty, just let the maid sleep with me."

"There are no maids here." Mu Jin opened her lips and said lightly.

"Then what should I do? You can't bring a horse from Ma Pengli to accompany me, right?" Irene stroked her cloud-like bun and walked to the bed gracefully. The moment she turned around, she pulled out the hair on her head. Hairpin, a cloud of green hair flowing down, looking beautiful and enchanting under the light of pale yellow candlelight.

"If the prince is really unwell, then let him be with you..." Irene lowered her head and stroked her long, cloud-like hair. The movement of her long fingers combing through the hair seemed unintentional, but it was full of temptation.

Before she finished speaking, Mu Jin closed the hollow door with a "pop" sound.

"Ask the guards next to me to accompany you?" Mu Jin said in a hoarse voice, walking towards Irene's feelings step by step, and there seemed to be suppressed anger in his dark eyes.

Irene's words seemed to have touched some of Mu Jin's bottom lines.

It's scary for Mu Jin to get angry.

"You go to sleep somewhere else on the first day of your wedding, and when you come back three days later, I wonder how those maids and slaves in the Prime Minister's Mansion are going to make fun of me?" Irene seemed aggrieved, and after speaking, she used the rest of her eyes. Guang glanced at Mu Jin: "What's the difference between this and leaving me a widow? If you really doubt this or that, then just give me some money and I'll go on my own."

"If I remember correctly, what you said just now meant that you liked me. Why are you asking me for money now?" Mu Jin's dark eyes were as deep as thick ink, and he couldn't see anything at a glance. After all, the faint voice revealed a hint of coldness.