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Banana pinched the bridge of his nose, and continued to read the reports of the clansmen in his hand. Suddenly he heard a squeak coming from the bed, thinking that someone was awake, got up and walked over.
"Mao?"
He shouted, but got no response. When he got closer, he found that the man was still in a drowsiness, as if he was talking unconsciously in his sleep. Although he was not fully awake, it was obviously a good sign.
Madara brought a basin of hot water and wiped the sweat from her forehead with a damp towel, acting cautiously as if she was dealing with a fragile item. These things could have been entrusted to the next person to do, but in the end they were worried and forced to take over them. Unless something was too out of bounds, the rest would be taken care of by their brothers.
It only took a few days from being rusty at the beginning to being skilled later.
The blood loss of the woman's lips opened and closed, and the voice was weak. He leaned in to listen with bated breath, and only vaguely heard a few words that were not very clear.
"Brother... I... feel bad."
The other party seemed to be in some pain, and Madara fell silent when she noticed the sparkling tears in the corners of her eyes.
He had known each other for many years, and he had never heard this person mention his family. He only heard from his father that she should have an older brother, but after getting along with him, he felt that the truth was not that simple - Zhen Yang's behavior was not at all like a person in the family. A person who lived a difficult life during the war was like an eldest lady who was well protected by her family, ignorant of the sufferings of the world.
When she first met, her self-care ability was not even as good as Quan Na's. It was like living in this era for the first time, which contradicted her previous rhetoric.
But so what?
What he identified was only Uchiha Maou, and the rest had nothing to do with him.
Madara wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and put her palms gently on her forehead. The fever had subsided, but the sequelae left by the fever had to last for a while. In addition, the slow-healing wound on the abdomen also caused The woman frowned and refused to relax even when she was in a drowsiness.
In the impression, Zhen Yang has always been a very cold image. Only when facing their brothers did he show a little true temperament, but he was still confident or arrogant. Whether it is in peacetime or on the battlefield, it is so dazzling that people can't look away. How could such a person show such a fragile side?
If her father hadn't brought her back, maybe she wouldn't have had to go through these pains.
At the same time, he is also fortunate, fortunate that this person appeared in his life and became an indispensable part of it.
Madara leaned down slightly and placed a kiss between her brows, leaving with a touch, as soft as a phantom.
wake up soon...
At least, don't make them wait too long.
The author has something to say:
Don't ask why the heroine is so straight. According to normal thinking, you wouldn't imagine what kind of relationship you would have with a great man who has long since passed away.
Chapter 21 21.
"Brother, that bastard Senju Tobirama is inquiring about Maou's information."
"Hmph, their brothers played a good hand. They released fake news and disturbed the cognition of Qianshou."
"To understanding."
After receiving the order, Quanna quickly arranged it, Madara glanced at the letter in her hand, and tore it into pieces with a sneer.
I don't know how Senju Hashimae passed the many barriers of Uchiha and sent the letter in. The content was nothing more than the hope that the two clans would form an alliance, and he could help heal Maou's injury. The two brothers cater to both inside and outside, which is really a good plan!
Want to use this to threaten him? Don't even think about it! !
At this moment, a clansman came in anxiously from the outside, interrupting his anger surging.
"Master Patriarch!"
"Say."
"Maou Uchiha...she's awake."
Ban rub stood up from his position, put the pen aside, and walked out of the room first.
It seemed that he had slept for a long time, his limbs were weak, and his mind was dizzy.
Zhen Yang squinted her eyes and looked around blankly. The familiar furnishings indicated that she was in her room at the moment, and the pain was coming from her abdomen, which meant that what happened before was not a dream, and it made her even more alive. Real feeling.
Maou tried to move her fingers, and then slowly raised her arm. She glanced at her right hand, which was bandaged. The dark-colored blood vessels emerged from under the bandage, twisting and intertwining, and finally submerged in the thick texture.
She closed her eyes and stretched her right hand into the wide collar of the undergarment to feel the source of the pain.
The bandage had already been firmly wrapped around the waist. The wound should be covered with some kind of ointment to help heal. There was a little itching along with the pain. Fortunately, the pain suppressed the itching, otherwise she would have scratched it again. few times.
Well, the scar forgot about the pain, maybe it's her.
With a bang, the door of the room was opened, and a female clansman stood at the door. Seeing her waking up, her eyes widened in surprise, she turned around and walked out.
After a while, the man folded back, brought a cup of warm water under his eager eyes, carefully lifted her upper body, and put the cup to her mouth.
With the help of the clan, Zhen Yang took a small sip of the tea, as if the dryness in her throat was relieved in an instant. If it wasn't for her body, she really wanted to drink this glass of water to quench the thirst that was hard to drink these days.
There was a slight rush of footsteps outside the house, the door of the room was pulled open again, and the person who came was Madara who came as soon as he got the news.
He strode to Zhen Yang's side, looked at her still pale face, and asked with concern, "Zhen Yang, how are you feeling when you wake up?"
"Madara..." As soon as she said it, Zhen Yang was frightened by her hoarse voice. She coughed a few times, trying her best to make her voice sound clear, "I feel fine."
After she finished speaking, she suddenly took a breath of cold air, apparently accidentally pulling the wound, and the feeling of being slapped in the face in a second made Zhen Yang silent.
Madara laughed angrily at her nerves, and he stared at him, pretending to be fierce: "This is okay? Why don't you lie down quickly!"