Master respects him, the five elements are wicked

Fu Qingluan naturally had no objection.

He tried it, but his body just rose to a certain height, when his waist was pulled violently by an invisible hand, his whole body stiffened, and he froze there immediately.

An indescribable pain made him almost breathless, and even the expression on his face was instantly frozen in that moment.

Xie Yu hurried forward, gently supported his arm with one hand, and wrapped his shoulders with the other, half-supporting and half-leading, and helped Fu Qingluan retreat back to the backrest.

"Master." Looking at Fu Qingluan's expression, both Fu Lin and Tang Yushui were concerned.

"It's okay, I'm a little brazen." Fu Qingluan smiled at the two of them, but the forced smile was not convincing.

Xie Yu's eyes were full of concern: "Master, don't push yourself any longer, just leave everything to your apprentice."

"It seems that I can only listen to you." Fu Qingluan no longer insisted.

After Xie Yu made sure that Fu Qingluan was completely relaxed, he passed through Fu Qingluan's armpit with one hand, then leaned down with his upper body, resting Fu Qingluan's head on his shoulder, while holding Fu Qingluan horizontally with the other hand. Qingluan's legs.

"Hey, Yu'er, isn't this posture a little..." Fu Qingluan, who had already made preparations, found that Xie Yu's movements seemed a little different from what he thought, but Xie Yu had already calmed down before he finished speaking. Picking him up as a princess, without touching his wound, he put his face inward and lightly placed him on the bed, before even forgetting, softly pressed a pillow and stuffed it to his empty waist , to make him more comfortable.

Fu Qingluan felt that his legs were slightly curled up by Xie Yu, and moved up a little at the same time. The pressure on his waist was indeed reduced a lot, but his current posture felt like a cooked prawn.

Before he could think any more, Fu Qingluan felt a slight itch around his waist, and Xie Yu's hand had already touched his belt.

"Yu'er, it's good to come here as a teacher." Xie Yu's movements were so swift, and as soon as Fu Qingluan finished speaking, he untied the belt and took it away.

Fu Qingluan immediately thought of the follow-up in his mind, and quickly raised his hands towards the skirt of his clothes, but just as he was about to move his hands, Xie Yu behind him grabbed them: "Master, I didn't ask you to leave everything to the apprentice. Well."

Xie Yu's voice was as soft as water, but there was another kind of pressure in Fu Qingluan's ears: "Yu'er, master is ticklish, I'd better take off this coat myself."

"Teacher will pay attention." As Xie Yu said this, one hand had already let go of Fu Qingluan, and he touched the lapel of his chest.

Xie Yu's hands are slender and fair. Even through the outer coat and middle coat, his movements are considerate and restrained. The delicate touch still can't stop penetrating into Fu Qingluan's skin, not to mention, holding Xie Yu's palm together The temperature seemed to have a hot current coiling around Fu Qingluan's chest, which made Fu Qingluan almost unable to bear it.

Fu Qingluan's coat was smooth and soft, and Xie Yu had to worry about not pulling his waist, so he could only undress slowly and carefully, bit by bit from top to bottom.

Every time Xie Yu's hand passed by, Fu Qingluan would feel an indescribable feeling somewhere deep down. The more considerate Xie Yu was, the more indescribable his feeling was.

With great difficulty, Xie Yu took off Fu Qingluan's coat, and when he lowered his head, he suddenly found that there was a fine layer of sweat on Fu Qingluan's forehead.

"Is this student touching your wound?" Xie Yu hurriedly leaned close to Fu Qingluan's face, looking at it with worried eyes.

"No, let's apply the medicine quickly." Fu Qingluan breathed a sigh of relief.

"I know." Xie Yu raised his head dubiously, took out his sweat towel, wiped the sweat off Fu Qingluan's forehead carefully, put away the sweat towel, and then went to the table to get the sweat Emerald bottle comes.

Xie Yu is no stranger to this wound medicine. After opening it, he evenly spread an appropriate layer of refreshing emerald green ointment on the palm of his hand, and his left hand has already taken off a part of Fu Qingluan's lower body, revealing him. the wound.

Fu Qingluan's waist appeared in front of Xie Yu's eyes without any concealment.

Although Fu Qingluan has been a little lazy and greedy recently, the long-term training in the past has not added even a trace of cumbersomeness to his waist.

Not to mention the clear and soft lines beside the baby's fair skin, which look like a line. As soon as Xie Yu's eyes shifted to it, he unconsciously lost his mind.

Fu Qingluan waited for a long time, but the cool feeling in his impression did not appear on the wound. Strangely, he couldn't help asking: "Yu'er, are you still okay?"

"...Oh, my apprentice is looking for the wound." Xie Yu realized his disrespect, his ears turned red, and in a hurry, he pressed his hand covered with ointment to the slightly reddish wound on his waist place.

Although he was distracted, Xie Yu was still very careful when he dropped his hands, for fear of hurting Fu Qingluan, he took care of his movements and controlled his strength, as if he was taking care of something fragile.

"Yu'er, use more force, otherwise the medicine will not be able to penetrate the wound." Fu Qingluan sensed Xie Yu's lack and reminded him.

"Yes, I understand." Xie Yu hurriedly added more strength, but the hand that was smearing back and forth still didn't rub Fu Qingluan's skin with any color.

"Cousin, you're tired, let me do it." Fu Lin kindly went to apply ointment on his hands, and was about to replace Xie Yu.

As soon as Fu Lin stretched out his hand, Xie Yu grabbed his wrist accurately: "Fu Lin, I'm not tired, but you and Yu'er have been busy all day, and it's getting late now, it's time to go to rest, master, Just leave it to me alone."

"Then...Okay." Xie Yu let go, and Fu Lin withdrew his hand, looked at Fu Qingluan whose back was facing outside, and said together with Tang Yushui: "Master, we are going to bed, and you should also rest earlier. "

Fu Qingluan couldn't turn his head back, so he could only increase his voice: "With your senior brother here, don't worry about being a teacher, you two go to sleep."

Fu Lin and Tang Yushui left together.

"Master, let's continue applying the medicine." Xie Yu watched the two leave, then turned and closed the door.

"Yu'er, you must use all your strength." Fu Qingluan reminded Xie Yudao again.

Xie Yu smeared the ointment on the palms of both hands again: "Teacher, remember."

Fu Qingluan only felt a hand on the left and right that was full of spiritual power, just like that, pressing on the sides of his waist, hot and cold, light and heavy, urging his waist unscrupulously.

"Ah... hey hey, it's so itchy, ah-! Yu'er, can you stop making the intensity so frequent, I can't bear it as a teacher..."

Xie Yu put back the coat and coat for Fu Qingluan one by one, wiped the sweat from Fu Qingluan's forehead and ears carefully, then did as before, and put Fu Qingluan on the backrest again.

Taking advantage of Xie Yu's time to wash his hands, Fu Qingluan had time to catch his breath.

The ointment was really effective. After Xie Yu's urging and hard work, the soreness on the waist was really only vague. Fu Qingluan tried to lift his arm, and it seemed that the feeling of stretching was not the same as before strong.

Recalling the moment when I felt like a fish, Fu Qingluan didn't dare to be negligent, and quickly used his mental skills, trying to use spiritual power to stimulate the medicine that had penetrated into the skin, so that the injury would heal faster.

As soon as the spiritual energy was transported, Fu Qingluan felt his dantian slow down, and a feeling of emptiness suddenly rose in his abdomen. Only then did he remember that since yesterday, he didn't seem to have eaten anything.

It was almost midnight outside, and the people in the small kitchen were probably fast asleep, and he couldn't get out of bed. In the dead of night, this feeling made Fu Qingluan especially uncomfortable.

Fu Qingluan wanted to try to suppress it, but he didn't want to be better. Once he realized it, the feeling suddenly became fierce, and he kept jumping up, constantly showing his sense of existence, which made him a little unbearable. .

Otherwise, just wait for Yu'er to come back and ask him to make me something to eat. Thinking of Xie Yu's craftsmanship, Fu Qingluan's hunger becomes even more unbearable.

As soon as Fu Qingluan had an idea in his heart, a scent suddenly came in from a distance, accompanied by the slight sound of footsteps.

Fu Qingluan couldn't be more familiar with the sound of those footsteps, and besides Xie Yu, he couldn't help feeling warm in his heart: This apprentice is getting more and more considerate.

In a blink of an eye, Xie Yu came in from the outside carrying a tray: "Master, you must be a little hungry too, my disciple made you a bowl of porridge."

Fu Qingluan was originally full of enthusiasm, but when he heard the word "porridge", his high emotions froze a little: Is it just a bowl of porridge?

Forget it, it's all disciple's wish, it's better to have porridge than nothing.Smelling the aroma from the bowl, Fu Qingluan couldn't care less, and raised her hand to take the porridge bowl.

Unexpectedly, Xie Yu did not deliver the porridge bowl to Fu Qingluan, but held it by himself, and then slowly sat down beside Fu Qingluan, carefully taking the porridge from the bowl with a spoon. Scooped up a spoonful, blew gently with his mouth, and then stretched it to the side of Fu Qingluan's mouth: "Come on, master, have a taste."

"Yu'er, Master can eat by himself." Fu Qingluan wanted to take the porridge bowl and spoon again.

However, Xie Yu gently gave way to Fu Qingluan's extended hand: "The master has not recovered from his injury, and if it gets worse because of my disciple's recklessness, my disciple will not be able to bear it."

Although Xie Yu's tone was light, his expression and movements were extremely firm, so Fu Qingluan had to let him.

The porridge is very fragrant, which strongly stimulates Fu Qingluan's senses and internal organs that are in desperate need of comfort. However, after taking a look at Fu Qingluan who was in the bowl of porridge, he still held back the raging hunger in his stomach, and gave his head away slightly. , declined politely: "Yu'er, Master is not hungry."

It seemed that he was against Fu Qingluan. As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of "gurgling" in his stomach sounded untimely, which made Fu Qingluan under Xie Yu's sight feel a little embarrassed.

Xie Yu didn't seem to hear or see it, and looked at Fu Qingluan with a gentle smile: "Master, I know that you like food with a stronger taste, but it is already midnight, and your stomach is less adaptable. There is no suitable material on the table, and your injury needs to be taboo, or you just take a taste for the sake of your apprentice, how about it?"

"It's really just one bite?" Fu Qingluan glanced at Xie Yu hesitantly.

Xie Yu assured: "One bite is really good."

"Then... okay." Fu Qingluan groaned for a while as the hunger aroused in his belly burned, and under Xie Yu's signal again, he opened his mouth and ate the porridge delivered to his mouth.

The porridge is rock sugar wolfberry lotus leaf porridge. In order not to be too sweet, Xie Yu seems to have added some salted egg flowers on purpose. I don’t know how he did it. Two different tastes that should be opposed to each other are now interacting with each other. After stacking, a certain comfortable taste was deepened. After one bite, the warmth was gradually released from the empty stomach and spread to all directions, instantly making Fu Qingluan much more comfortable.

However, just after Fu Qingluan swallowed it, Xie Yu's second spoonful of porridge had already been blown to a suitable temperature, and it was sent to Fu Qingluan's mouth again.

"Yu'er, didn't we agree to just have one sip?" Although Xie Yu's porridge was indeed delicious, Fu Qingluan still felt that the taste was a bit bland.

"Master, take another sip for the sake of my disciple's simmering for so long, it's really the last sip, my disciple promises." Xie Yu looked at Fu Qingluan's eyes with a hint of pleading in sincerity. Ken, Fu Qingluan couldn't harden his heart: "It's really the last bite."

"It's really the last bite, come, master, ah—" Xie Yu sent the second spoonful of porridge to Fu Qingluan's mouth with patience in the corners of his eyes and brows.

Unexpectedly, when this second mouthful of porridge entered his stomach, it was superimposed on the previous feeling that had just melted but remained a ray, and added a completely different feeling. Fu Qingluan, who already liked sweets, felt something in his tongue and stomach. The switch was turned on.

Xie Yu saw the subtle change in Fu Qingluan's expression, and smiled slightly, and as soon as he put away the spoon, he turned around and left with the bowl in his hand.

"Hey, Yu'er, where are you going?" Fu Qingluan paused slightly, and quickly stopped Xie Yu.

As Xie Yu was talking, he was about to go outside: "Since this porridge is not to the master's taste, this apprentice will deal with it."

"Yu'er, stop for a moment." Fu Qingluan called Xie Yu: "Yu'er, the porridge you made for the master yourself, how can the master let you down, besides, as a teacher, I want to set an example for you, picky eaters and wasting food are not What a good habit, come, bring the porridge here."

"Yes, master." Xie Yu turned around and returned to the place where he was sitting at the beginning.

Spoon after spoon, after a while, most of the bowl of porridge went down, and Fu Qingluan ate to his heart's content. Although Xie Yu's expression was always calm, his eyes were already full of satisfaction.

After taking another bite, Fu Qingluan remembered that Xie Yu seemed to have never eaten anything since he was busy with his work since choosing the sword.

Fu Qingluan quickly stopped talking and asked Xie Yu, but he didn't expect it to be so.

"Yu'er, how can you do this all the time!" Fu Qingluan looked down, raised his hand and snatched the spoon from Xie Yu's hand, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to Xie Yu's mouth: "Give it to me. "

"Master..." Xie Yu wanted to say something, but Fu Qingluan didn't give him a chance. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and said quite imposingly: "Yu'er, be obedient!"

"...Yes, master." Xie Yu's ear tip flashed red, he opened his mouth obediently, ate the porridge into his mouth, chewed for a while, and then swallowed it carefully.

"Oh, my teacher forgot, this spoon... I have been using it all the time." Looking at Xie Yu's expression, Fu Qingluan realized something, and looked around quickly, but he couldn't find the second spoon, so he had to Looking at Xie Yu with an apologetic face: "Yu Er, I'm so sorry..."

"...I don't care." Xie Yu looked down at the bowl, the pink on the tips of his ears was really pretty.

"That's good." Fu Qingluan happily looked at the little porridge left in the bowl of porridge, and said regretfully: "It's a pity that I ate a little faster for the teacher, and I didn't leave too much for you. Otherwise, you can go and give it to me again." Do something yourself?"

"It's enough for me to have these." Xie Yu looked up at Fu Qingluan, took the spoon from his hand, and started drinking from the bowl.