Chapter 39 True Love

He Liancheng opened his eyes, the familiar taste, the familiar room, and the sleeping Mo Qingcheng.

She frowned two willow leaves, her eyes were deep, her hair was messy, and she held his hand and lay by the bedside like that.

He Liancheng looked at her quietly. Although she was not powdered and even a little decadent, she was still so beautiful and pleasing that he could not miss him.

"General, are you awake?" Yaner didn't know when she came in and said with a surprised face.

"Well~" Mo Qingcheng rubbed his eyes and saw He Liancheng looking at himself with a smile, "You're awake!"

"Ye" He Liancheng brushed the broken hair on her forehead. Seeing that her thin face was getting more and more dry, he frowned, "Yan'er, how did you take care of your wife?"

"I••••••" Yaner lowered her head aggrievedly. My wife has a bad temper these days and didn't let people get close to her at all. She sneaked in while she was asleep.

"Don't blame her, I won't let her take care of it!" Mo Qingcheng's pale face showed a rare smile, "Yan'er, bring a bowl of porridge quickly!"

Yan'er answered and turned around and went out. The lady seemed to be different when she went out. Last time the general was injured, she was not so nervous!

Mo Qingcheng poured a cup of hot tea for him, blew it, and handed it to his mouth: "Moisten your throat first!"

He Liancheng took a small sip, "How's the matter of Shide Village?"

"The emperor has sent someone to deliver food. You don't have to worry." Mo Qingcheng is a little unhappy. He is so sick and wants to do other things!

"Where's the dark guard? How's their training going?" He Liancheng didn't notice the change on Mo Qingcheng's face at all.

"Don't think that the general's mansion will turn upside down without you. Isn't there still Butler Zhong! Butler Zhong is very powerful. He not only has to take care of the whole general's mansion, but also has to take care of the business of the store. Even I admire him!" Mo Qingcheng pouted to express his dissatisfaction. Why didn't he ask himself if he was fine?

"What about you? Did you have any injuries?"

"Bless you, I'm fine!" Mo Qingcheng rolled his eyes.

Finally, I asked myself, insincere!

Helian remembered something and stared at her, "Zhong Bo is really powerful, but he is old. When are you going to take over?"

"I'm not interested. I'd better be my general's wife and think about Qingfu!" Mo Qingcheng also took a sip of tea, which was a little bitter!

At the moment when Mo Qingcheng got up to put the teacup, He Liancheng grabbed her wrist and pulled it to **. Mo Qingcheng was unprepared and lay on him, and the fragments of the teacup and tea were scattered all over the ground.

"What are you doing?" Mo Qingcheng said angrily.

"What do you say I do?" He Liancheng pressed her other hand and pressed her under his body.

Mo Qingcheng did not struggle, but took the initiative to approach him and kissed his lips, "Is this enough?"

He Liancheng was stunned. Obviously, she didn't expect that she would take the initiative to kiss herself.

"If it's enough, get up and let others see what it looks like!" Mo Qingcheng blushed and said shyly.

"Not enough!" He Liancheng gagged her mouth and put his hand into her clothes again. Suddenly, he wanted to find something and stopped the action in his hand, "You didn't wear a belly pocket?"

"Ye, I won't wear it anymore!" Mo Qingcheng said lightly and didn't notice someone's petrified face at all. "This thing is too troublesome. It's in the way to wear. It's better not to wear it!"

Speaking of Mo Qingcheng, I really don't understand why the belly pocket is not as straight as the bra, nor as convenient as pajamas. Why did ancient people wear it all day long?

The most abominable thing is that every time she gets wet, it will stick to her body and feel very uncomfortable. Just like the last time she fell into the ice water, it was already cold, and the silk belly pocket became hard, which made her very uncomfortable, so she decided not to wear it again.

"Ye, it's really in the way. If you don't wear it, don't wear it!" He Liancheng completely misinterpreted her meaning, narrowed his eyes and nodded, "Anyway, there are several pieces outside."

"No•••••" Before Mo Qingcheng finished speaking, He Liancheng kissed him again. It was long and deep. Mo Qingcheng wanted to resist, but this feeling seemed good. She kicked her feet softly and did not move.

"General•••••" Yaner put down her bowl, looked up and saw the shameful scene. She shouted "Ah" and ran out with her face.

Mo Qingcheng was completely woken up by this sound, pushed him away and ran out of bed in panic.

"Madam, don't you like it?" He Liancheng lay on his back**, and his eyes were full of jokes.

Mo Qingcheng wiped his mouth, picked up the porridge and handed it to him. His heart was still pounding, "I think you're all right. Drink it yourself!"

"Cough~" He Liancheng suddenly turned pale and coughed a few times, "My chest is tight!"

"Stop acting, get up quickly!" Mo Qingcheng poked his strong chest with his hand, "After a while, the porridge will be cold!"

"vomit~" He Liancheng suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and then lay still.

Mo Qingcheng was scared. He quickly put down the porridge and shouted outside the door, "Yan'er, call Dr. Hu quickly!"

Seeing that the lady was crying in a hurry, Yaner did not dare to neglect, so she answered and quickly went to call Dr. Hu.

"D. Hu, what's wrong with General? It was fine just now. Why did you suddenly spit out blood!" Mo Qingcheng looked at He Liancheng anxiously. At this moment, his face was calm and he could not see the slightest pain.

Dr. Hu frowned first, and then loosened his eyebrows, "Madam, the general is fine. Previously, the general fainted directly due to the heavy blow and cold, resulting in the accumulation of blood in his body. Now it's okay to spit out this blood!"

Mo Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still a little suspicious and asked softly, "Will there be no sequelae?"

"The general is strong. As long as you rest more and pay attention to recuperation, there will be no problem!" Dr. Hu brushed his beard and looked calm.

"That's good!" Mo Qingcheng sat by the bed, wiped the sweat on his forehead for He Liancheng, twisted the corner of the quilt, and then ordered Yaner to boil medicine.