Xiao Chengyou's injury was mostly healed, and applying medicine was not cumbersome, so the imperial doctor felt free to leave it to Fu Ling to take care of him.

When Fu Ling stepped into the tent, Xiao Chengyou was sitting on the bed with his back to her, holding a book and reading through it by the candlelight beside him.

His sword and military uniform were hung at the end of the bed, and the majestic silver armor exuded a halo as clear as moonlight under the illumination of lamps and candles.

Fu Ling stepped forward cautiously, and the peaceful atmosphere made her breathe softer.

Perhaps knowing that the imperial physician would come, Xiao Chengyou took off half of his usually meticulous clothes. The strong muscles of his shoulders and arms were outlined by gauze. The strong and sturdy lines seemed to be carved, containing infinite power.

As soon as Fu Lingfang sat down on the edge of the bed, he was filled with the man's vigorous breath.

The scorching temperature approached me in an instant, as if I was thrown into a sea of fire and roasted, and my whole body became inexplicably hot.

However, the next moment, Xiao Chengyou suddenly turned around and grabbed her wrist tightly.

"why you?"

Xiao Chengyou's gaze met Fu Ling's, and a flash of panic seemed to flash across his eyes.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged faintly. Fu Ling's fingertips loosened, and the medicine bottle in his hand fell onto the bed, rolling between the inner bedding, and the pages of the book in front of him also scattered to the side.

"I am here to apply medicine to my husband."

Perhaps he was frightened, Fu Ling's breathing was a little quick, and his voice was weak. Only the light fragrance of his body couldn't help but penetrate the tip of Xiao Chengyou's nose, as if he fell into the boundless sea of flowers in an instant, which was unbearable. Indulge in it.

Xiao Chengyou quickly let go of Fu Ling, his deep eyes slowly floating between her eyebrows, wondering what he was thinking about.

"I boast that I know some medical skills, so when I saw that the imperial doctor was busy, I took the initiative to do it for me." A sweet smile appeared on the corner of Fu Ling's lips, "Besides, I have also cleaned curare poison for my husband, so I don't worry, husband." "

Having said this, Fu Ling raised his chin as if taking credit.

He looked well-behaved, but there was a hint of cunning in his eyes, like a fluffy little fox happily showing off his newly hunted food.

When he heard about the curary poison, Xiao Chengyou's eyes trembled for a moment, and his ears suddenly turned slightly red.

He didn't need to recall it carefully, but he also remembered the soft touch of Fu Ling's warm lips.

The skin at the wound was faintly hot, and a turbulent itching oozed from the blood vessels, seeming to hit his body with the pulse.

Just as he was about to speak, Fu Ling's voice suddenly echoed in his ears, "My husband is not going to drive me away, is he?"

With a tone of grievance, he took his voice in a roundabout way.

"Forget it this time," Xiao Chengyou's deep voice was mixed with a little helplessness, "In the future, just let the imperial doctor do this kind of thing."

Fu Ling agreed with satisfaction.

The medicine bottle rolled deep, and Fu Ling couldn't help but lean out to get it. The bed was spacious, so she simply got on the bed, sat down opposite Xiao Chengyou, and then started to untie the gauze on Xiao Chengyou's shoulders.

Fu Ling was a little annoyed when his fingertips were clenched, "I don't understand how to apply medicine on gauze?"

"...I'll do it." Xiao Chengyou's Adam's apple rolled and he untied the gauze skillfully.

Fu Ling had never been so close to a man before. Even though they were officially husband and wife, she still felt a little uncomfortable. She watched Xiao Chengyou reveal his strong muscles so close to her, and her face flushed for a moment.

Her eyelashes flickered, she lowered her head, and dipped her fingertips in some of the golden medicine in the porcelain bottle.

This medicine was specially gifted by the emperor. Not only are the medicinal materials extremely precious, but the craftsmanship in making it is also of extremely high quality.

Fu Ling couldn't help but feel emotional. He ground the herbs evenly, looked at them for a moment, and when he raised his eyes, he met Xiao Chengyou's lowered gaze.

In the candlelight, the coldness in his eyes seemed to melt a little, the sharp lines at the corners of his eyes trembled slightly, and the fleeting tenderness was like snow that disappeared in an instant.

The two were so close that their auras were entangled indistinguishably, and even their breathing was intertwined in an unclear manner.

None of them spoke, they just looked at each other quietly for a moment under the dim flickering candlelight, and then involuntarily looked away.

Fu Ling half-knelt in front of Xiao Chengyou, leaning forward slightly, and applied the golden sore medicine to his wound.

She was anxious when Xiao Chengyou was hit by an arrow. She had never looked at his body so carefully. But now, when she saw it, the scars hidden under the skin were clearly exposed in front of her eyes.

Fu Ling is a practicing doctor, and he can recognize the scars on his body from knife wounds, arrow wounds, and even hidden weapons, and he also knows what kind of pain these scars represent - but Xiao Chengyou seems to have been used to this for a long time, even breathing is... steady.

In a dazed moment, her finger that applied the medicine moved slightly, and she inadvertently pressed lightly on his injured area.

A dull low gasp fell in the air, inexplicably adding a bit of lust.

"I was distracted for a moment," Fu Ling's earlobes suddenly turned red, and she looked at Xiao Chengyou timidly, "Does it hurt, husband?"

"...It doesn't matter." Xiao Chengyou's voice was a little hoarse.

Fu Ling pursed her lower lip, then lowered her head, her black hair sweeping around Xiao Chengyou's neck.

Her technique of applying the medicine was very good, as light as a feather, and the brief touch was like a firefly moving lightly across the night sky. With the curvature of her fingertips, she teased silently, and the small and dense itch made him feel... Half of my body was numb.

The short time seems to be extended infinitely, lingering without end.

Xiao Chengyou's cold and hard jaw line was filled with silent forbearance, and he suppressed his breathing with restraint.

He carefully did not look at Fu Ling's serious expression, nor did he pay attention to the soft floral fragrance on her body, as if it was an emotional drug, and if he was not careful, he would fall into it uncontrollably.

He began to regret his decision to allow her to take the medicine.

"Okay." Xiao Chengyou finally couldn't help it and grabbed Fu Ling's hand that kept sliding. "Put the medicine here. Go call Ashu."

Fu Ling was suddenly interrupted, a little at a loss, and looked at him hazy with a pair of gray eyes.

"Is there something wrong with me?" she asked, but hearing the no doubt in Xiao Chengyou's tone, she still handed the medicine bottle to his hand.

"It has nothing to do with you." Xiao Chengyou didn't respond for a moment and came to take it. Their hands inevitably touched, and then the porcelain bottle fell into the palm of her hand, slightly cool and small, carrying the residual warmth of her fingertips.

Hearing Fu Ling's footsteps gradually move away, he never turned around.

The coolness of the golden sore medicine oozing out of her skin remained, but the desire in her chest was getting hotter, and the silence was filled with anxious heat.

Fu Ling lifted the door curtain and looked back at Xiao Chengyou as if by chance.

His broad back was illuminated by the candlelight, still covered with scars. However, Fu Ling's mind suddenly flashed with the words the old lady had said.

When His Highness was young, he loved to play and had a long scar on his back caused by a stone...

Fu Ling's eyelashes flickered.

She couldn't find the scar.