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Chapter 21 Feng Wuhen talks to Jiang Yimo about some past events

He felt that it would be nice to live like this if he could bicker with this little girl every day.

Thinking of this, he heard a voice mixed with anger in his ears.

Jiang Yimo opened her red lips slightly, her eyes rolled around, and she spoke these words lightly.

"Your Highness is just tired, not that his hands can't move. Besides, there is a difference between men and women. How can I help you take off your clothes? It's up to you whether you want to get the acupuncture or not. If Your Highness doesn't want the acupuncture, then I'll go back first."

Jiang Yimo would never indulge him in this bad habit. Just now, when they came back from Aunt Meng's house, he deliberately walked side by side with her on the way and wanted to put his hand on her shoulder several times.

However, every time he tried to put his hand on Jiang Yimo's shoulder, she would knock him away.

Feng Wuhen saw that she was a little angry and wanted to leave. He coughed twice with some embarrassment, and then said: "Little girl, don't go. I was just joking with you. I will take off my shirt now."

After saying that, he deftly took off his thin but opaque lavender clothes, revealing his well-defined and strong muscles, but he had too many scars on his body.

Normally, he wasn't so casual about taking off his clothes and exposing his body in front of others.

Except when he was injured, Shadow, Leng Mei, his personal doctor and Nan Qiao, the divine doctor, had the chance to touch his skin. No one else had the chance to see his strong flesh. It was even more impossible for him to take off his clothes in front of a woman and expose his body.

He was born not liking to get too close to female animals other than his mother.

However, Jiang Yimo was a surprise to him now. She was also the first woman who had seen his body since he was old enough to understand. For some reason, he not only did not dislike her, but instead looked forward to her appreciating and praising his strong body.

If Jiang Yimo knew that Feng Wuhen had such thoughts in his heart at this moment, she would definitely say "Pooh" to him in a playful way.

However, Feng Wuhen had no idea what Jiang Yimo was thinking at this moment.

At this moment, she was lamenting in her heart that God was unfair to humans, because God not only gave Feng Wuhen a prominent identity and a handsome face that could bring disaster to the country and the people, but also gave him a strong, tall and upright body.

If Jiang Yimo had not seen Feng Wuhen's strong muscles three times and had developed a certain immunity to him, she would have had the urge to pounce on him.

Feng Wuhen's muscles are so pleasing to the eyes. The dense scars on his body do not affect his beauty, but instead show a kind of strong masculine charm.

Jiang Yimo saw that he had taken off his shirt, so she picked up the silver needle and found the acupuncture point on his body and inserted it. The movement of inserting the needle was very fast, like flowing water...

During the whole process, Feng Wuhen did not say a word to interrupt her movements, but watched her getting the acupuncture with gentle eyes, his eyes unconsciously showing a look of doting on her.

After she finished the acupuncture, Feng Wuhen suddenly asked her, "Little girl, you have seen my body three times, aren't you curious about how I got these scars?"

Jiang Yimo raised her eyebrows, sneered, and immediately replied: "I'm not curious! If the prince wants to tell me, I will be a very qualified listener."

Feng Wuhen saw her little expression and smiled.

"In fact, most of the scars on my body were caused by injuries on the battlefield a few years ago. There are also a few wounds that were caused by being stabbed by others when I was on a mission. -"

Having said that, Feng Wuhen took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

He told Jiang Yimo about his past because he wanted her to understand him better.

"How old were you when you went to the battlefield?" Jiang Yimo asked curiously.

In her previous life, she was also a soldier, so she has a special feeling for soldiers.

"Fourteen years old. I followed my uncle to the battlefield when I was fourteen. I have been in the battlefield for many years, and I have suffered countless injuries, all of which are evident on me."

These two short sentences conceal Feng Wuhen's cruel life in the military camp.

"However, although what I went through was cruel, it also made me gradually mature and stable. But there is still a wound on my lower back that has become a lingering shadow for me."

"Why?" Jiang Yimo asked

"That scar was pierced by my mother!"

When saying this, Feng Wuhen's tone was a little heavy.

"You, why did your mother stab you in the back? Isn't she your biological mother?"

When Jiang Yimo heard this, her big watery eyes immediately widened in disbelief.

"She is indeed my biological mother. That day was the day when my uncle and I returned to the imperial court. The emperor specially arranged a celebration banquet for me and my uncle in the palace. Everyone seemed to be having a great time, but some people were so angry that they gnashed their teeth."

"Those sinister people, in order to make me unhappy, secretly bribed the maidservant who served my mother and asked her to give my mother a poison that would cause hallucinations and drive her crazy."

"When the celebration banquet was over, I noticed that my mother was not feeling well, so I personally offered to take her back to her bedroom. As a result, when we were going back to her bedroom, my mother took advantage of my lack of defense and secretly pulled out a sharp hairpin and stabbed it into my lower back. Then, she scratched my back hard, which stunned me on the spot... Later, when my mother woke up, she regretted everything she had done to me."

When Jiang Yimo heard these words, she felt a little heavy-hearted.

"Has the mastermind behind the drugging been caught?"

"No, but I have already guessed who the person who drugged me is, but someone is protecting him... and my mother also tried her best to persuade me to make it a small matter... However, I will settle accounts with them one day for this matter."

Feng Wuhen said in a firm tone.

As for his affairs, Jiang Yimo could only treat it as a story.

By the time he finished speaking, it was time to remove the needle from Feng Wuhen.

Then, Jiang Yimo pulled out the silver needles from his body in an orderly manner, and said to Feng Wuhen: "My Lord, after this last acupuncture, I have completely cleared the remaining poison in your body. As for the damage to your body, you need to slowly recover by yourself."

"Okay, you have worked so hard to detoxify me during this period of time."

Feng Wuhen's narrow and deep phoenix eyes could never move away from Jiang Yimo.

During this period, he discovered something very interesting, that is, every time his skin touched hers, the old purple lotus birthmark on her wrist would light up with a faint purple light.

In fact, Jiang Yimo had discovered this problem a long time ago, so she was unwilling to have too much contact with Feng Wuhen. She was worried that her secret would be exposed.

Next, she quickly packed up her silver needles and left Feng Wuhen's yard.

She hadn't returned to her own small courtyard for three days, and Qingzhu must have been very worried.

Sure enough, as soon as she stepped into the moon gate of the courtyard, she saw Qingzhu pacing back and forth in the yard with his head lowered.