Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

The man's strength was well controlled, not hurting her, but also rubbing away the bruised blood just right. The cold medicine melted away the burning pain in her buttocks under the man's moderate palm force.

When doing these actions, Nangong Yi's expression was heavy, distressed, and pious. There was no other obscene emotion at all. If there was any, it was resentment towards Saknu.

After his little girl was beaten like this, he would never let it go...

Caiwei lay there, feeling the man's careful and considerate care, her eyes were sore, how nice this man would be if he was just an ordinary man...

She thought, if that was the case, she would definitely accept him, and the two of them would live an ordinary and warm little life together lovingly, drinking tea and chatting together, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, like that The days are so pleasant and beautiful.

It's a pity that he is not an ordinary man after all. He will eventually return to his lofty and unattainable life. She will not be moved and grateful to seek abuse and become one of the many concubines in his palace. She will only I can stand in the distance and silently bless him. I hope that he can have a safe and smooth life and that all his wishes come true...

"alright!"

A man's lazy voice sounded above her head, interrupting Caiwei's thoughts.

She raised her face and saw the man taking out a plain brocade handkerchief, wiping away the remaining liquid in his palm and walking towards the Kang table.

There were several bowls of tea on the Kang table. Nangong Yi picked up one of the bowls, took a sip, put it down, picked up another bowl, and handed it to her mouth.

"Here, drink some water," he said.

Caiwei blushed, took the bowl, and said embarrassingly: "I'll do it myself!"

He had just looked at her own place, and even though it was a medical condition, that special place had been looked at and touched by him. It would inevitably make her feel embarrassed when she faced him again.

Fortunately, Nangong Yi didn't say anything more. After handing the bowl to her, he turned around and went out.

Caiwei leaned on the kang, held the bowl, and took a sip. The water was hot but not scalding, and was just right for her taste.

It turns out that his brief taste just now was to test the water temperature for her...

After a day of noisy, she was a little thirsty, but now she drank patiently and savored the thoughtful bowl.

How great it would be if he was just an ordinary man!

Unknowingly, she was thinking like this again...

"Master, the carriage is coming!"

In the main room, Zhui Feng's respectful voice responded.

Nangong Yi glanced at the door curtain in the inner room and said lightly: "Wait."

Then he opened his eyes and his mind went elsewhere!

Saknu, damn Saknu...

He gritted his teeth...

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When it got dark, Caiwei was carried into the carriage. She found that there was a small narrow couch in the carriage, which was covered with thick mattresses and quilts.

"Nangong Yi, this..."

Seeing everything the man had carefully prepared for her, it would be a lie to say that she wasn't touched. She stared at the warm little couch and the thick bedding, and a smile slowly appeared on her lips. Nangong Yi placed her on the narrow couch. He went up, covered her with a quilt, took out a jade bottle, and handed it to her hand.

"After you go back, remember to wipe it once every morning and evening. Try not to sit. You can massage yourself when you have nothing to do. Move less. If possible, it is best to apply hot compress..."

Caiwei lay there, listening to his warm chatter quietly, and after a while she said, "Okay!"