Fast wearing witch code

Chapter 418 Broken Sleeve Emperor VS Cold General 04
Looking at Man Luo's pale and weak appearance, Mo Lan couldn't help frowning slightly: "Your Majesty, don't lose your temper, it's important to deal with the wound."

"I have something to hide!"

Facing Man Luo's clear black and white eyes, Mo Lan swallowed back the persuasive words. After a long silence, he was finally defeated by Man Luo's insistence. He turned to the military doctor: "You go down first."

Regarding his order, the military doctor did not hesitate at all, and his movements hardly paused. He picked up the medicine box and walked out of the account.

Hmph, the dandy emperor won't let him be cured, and it just so happens that he doesn't want to be cured either!If it weren't for the fear that something happened to the little emperor and the Zhen'an army would be affected, he wouldn't have rushed over in such a hurry.

Love can't be cured!The military doctor shook his hand and left.

The military tent suddenly fell silent, and Mo Lan approached Man Luo, seeing her weakly lying on the bed, the wound on her back looked a little shocking: "Your Majesty, why don't you let the military doctor bandage the wound."

Lie on the bed, Man Luo hooked his fingers at the young general, Mo Lan approached him knowingly, Man Luo turned his head, his eyes were watery, he was so delicate and innocent: "To tell you the truth, General, I... shy... ..."

Mo Lan thought about many reasons, but she never thought that the unspeakable secret that Man Luo said was actually shyness?

On the battlefield, he was so resolute and ruthless, and he didn't blink in the face of the brutal battlefield, but now he put on a coquettish and willful posture. This little emperor is really becoming more and more difficult for people to see clearly.

"Weichen called the military doctor back!" Mo Yuan stood up.

"No!" Manro said firmly again.

"Your Majesty, your injury cannot be delayed." Mo Lan's tone was already a little harsh.

The medical treatment on the battlefield is no better than that in the imperial palace. If the wound is not treated well and you get a fever, your life may be in danger.

"Companion, the target of the attack actually wants other men to touch my waist!" Man Luo complained angrily to the companion.

[Host, your current identity is a man! 】

The companion opened his mouth to remind.

In the current situation, it is not normal for a military doctor to bandage up.

You can't let Mo Lan fall in love with the host of the men's clothing at first sight, can you?

Man Luo snorted at his companion, then looked at Mo Lan in a blink of an eye: "It's fine to bandage, but I only let you bandage."

Seeing Mo Lan frowned again.

Man Luo immediately threatened: "Otherwise I won't bandage it!"

In the end, it was Mo Lan who compromised. He asked the military doctor for the medicine box, and looked at Man Luo with a stiff face.

This time Man Luo took off the armor very cooperatively, but when Mo Lan reached out to her skirt, Man Luo stopped his hand: "It only hurts the waist, there is no need to take off the clothes."

As he spoke, Man Luo lifted up her clothes, revealing her injured waist.

Different from those rough men in the military camp, Man Luo's skin was fair and delicate, and his waist was so thin that it seemed that he could wrap it around with only his hands, but such a slender and thin body left a deep bloodstain on it.

Mo Lan's complexion suddenly became serious.

The injury on Man Luo's waist was more serious than he imagined. Did the little emperor insist on fighting with him on the battlefield with such an injury?

With an unknown emotion in her heart, Mo Lan lowered her eyes, and gently sprinkled the crushed herbs on Man Luo's wound.

Man Luo, who had been calm all the way to the fight, was more delicate than a girl at this time.

In the military tent, her cries of pain kept coming and going.

"General, take it easy!"

"Weichen is very light."

"Hum!"

"Your Majesty, be patient."

The soldiers guarding both sides of the military tent looked weird, and only hoped that they would not be silenced by His Majesty and the general in a while.

　Mo Lan: Your Majesty, it is easy to be misunderstood if you shout like this!
　　Manro: Uh-huh, I did it on purpose.

　　Mo Lan: ...

　　Manro: Broken sleeve, general?
　　Molan...

　　Man Luo: You can choose up or down as you like!
　　Mo Lan: ...

　　good night good night~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)