Tong Yangxiao's "daughter-in-law"

My husband and I have mastered the swordsmanship of Jinghong, my daughter-in-law must miss it very much, right?At that moment, you have to pay close attention to see if your husband has regressed! "

After the words fell, Nangong Ye drew out the Jinghong Sword from his waist, and lightly landed in the center of the competition arena with his lightness kung fu. Just after he and Shangguan Yi bowed politely to each other, he turned his head to look at the boy in white. There was a three-point smile in the eyes and a three-point blurred look in his eyes, which looked extremely gentle, but at that moment the young man had the illusion that he had been seen through, suppressing the sudden rapid heartbeat, the young man could only bend the corners of his mouth reluctantly laughed.

The panic at the beginning was gradually attracted by the graceful posture of the sword, the tactful sword flower, the floating figure, matched with the shocking sword with a faint white halo, the shadows of the sword, it can be said to be a stunning image Come, it seems to be a piece of clear water rippling under the starlight, charming and elegant.

Gradually, the sight of the young man in white was fixed on Nangong Ye's water-blue figure. People couldn't refuse to appreciate such a sword. At this moment, he even somewhat forgot his original plan and forgot to give it to Nangong Ye every day. What did he put in his tea and porridge...

However, when he regained his senses, the young man became even more resentful. Why did An Lingqing give all the good things, but he could only use a fake name to shield him from all wind and rain and endure all suffering?Not reconciled, he really, no, willing, heart!

When he raised his head to look at the wanton water-blue figure again, the white-clothed boy's eyes were full of hatred that was so strong that it was about to overflow.

When Zi Mei stepped into the inn with a person wearing a purple dress that was light and almost white, everyone was so shocked that they forgot their original work, and all stared wide-eyed at this person who seemed to be descended from heaven.

I saw this person hugging a petite person who couldn't see his face clearly, but I saw that person's long straight black hair floating in the air with the wind, which was infinitely fascinating. However, the eyes of the person in purple It was too cold and too harsh for people to dare to look directly at it. In the end, they could only hold their breath and lower their heads to continue eating.

Zi Mei glanced lightly at the lobby of the inn with squinted eyes, and walked straight to the second floor. Zi Ling followed behind and hurried to the shopkeeper, took out an ingot of gold from her arms, and said softly, "Shopkeeper, I'm sorry, My master likes to be quiet, so we have reserved this inn for the time being, and please invite all the guests to eat elsewhere, and all expenses will be charged to our account."

The shopkeeper nodded in a daze, turned around and immediately ordered the hall to be cleared, Zi Ling nodded with satisfaction, and then continued to talk to the shopkeeper about what dishes to serve and the precautions for each dish. Only then did the waiter on the side boil some hot water and send it to the private room on the second floor.

In the end, Zi Ling was still not at ease with the cooking of the master chef, worried that he would make a mistake in the dishes or put in the wrong ingredients, and he would do harm to others, so he also asked about the direction of the kitchen and prepared to cook the dishes himself. kitchen.

Just as he walked away, at this moment, another man in red came in from the door, and he was also holding a man in green. The man in red glanced at Zi Ling, and said calmly, " Also ask Xiao Er to prepare a bucket of hot water for my room, the medicine should be effective." Before Zi Ling could reply, he also walked quickly to the second floor.

Gently put An Lingqing on the bed, Zi Mei sat on the edge of the bed and slowly brushed his forehead hair away with her hands, her fingertips slowly slid across his enchanting but elegant birthmark, and then across his face , feeling the smooth touch.

Quietly admiring An Lingqing's sleeping face, looking at his long and slightly curled eyelashes, looking at his face with a touch of pink, this kind of An Lingqing is always inexplicably charming, with a gleam between his brows. Zi Mei was even a little obsessed with the scent of An Ran.

He lowered his head and left a light kiss on An Lingqing's forehead, and slowly undid the buttons on his skirt with his fingers, one by one elegantly, as if he was slowly appreciating a work of art.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and then the second girl asked, "Guest officer, I have brought you hot water, can you come in?" Hearing this, Zi Mei immediately pulled down the bed curtain, turned over and sat on the bed. Get up, humming lightly.

With a creak, the door opened, and Zi Mei stood up and leaned against the bedpost, narrowing her purple eyes slightly as she watched Xiao Er lead a few people in carrying wooden buckets, then he turned his head, and through the hazy white The gauze tent looked at An Lingqing, and slowly, slowly, he raised the corners of his lips, without a trace of charm, but warm and satisfied.

Zi Mei suddenly had a thought of wanting to be like this forever, which caught him off guard. He just liked An Lingqing and the peace, but at this moment he was a little confused, thinking that this would be like this forever word.

But the stolen happiness can only last for such a moment after all. Sometimes, life is full of helplessness, always fulfilling the phrase "Sometimes there must be in fate, and there is no time to force it".

There are magical skills in planning and final calculations, and the two tigers are still inferior.

You can make great achievements when you first come out, and you should be divided into lonely and poor.

The author has something to say: ╮(╯▽╰)╭ If you can wait, you can watch the second update after eleven o’clock~~ Or watch it tomorrow~~

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42. Chapter 41 Turning into Spring Mud to Protect Flowers...

When the mistresses all exited the room, Zi Mei gracefully walked aside and lifted the bed curtain, helped An Lingqing's soft body up, and let him lean against her chest, and then slowly untied the bed curtains one by one. Lingqing's clothes.

It wasn't until An Lingqing appeared in front of him in the most primitive posture that Zi Mei stopped, put An Lingqing back on the bed, stood up and looked down at the carcass that should have been white jade flawless, but it was not perfect at this time , on the contrary, you can see the faint pink traces all over the body that are still on your body.

Slightly raising her eyebrows, Zi Mei actually found it very strange, seeing these traces, he didn't feel any anger or jealousy as he should have, he just felt a little melancholy, sighing melancholy that even Anling Qingheng who had experienced the baptism of love like this Lying in front of him still made him feel awe-inspiring, and made him unable to have the slightest obscene thought in his heart.

At this time, the thought that emerged in Zi Mei's mind was that she just wanted to hold An Lingqing in her hands and take care of her, and when she was tired and irritable, she would look at him from a distance, and then seek the warmth that she wanted in her heart.

Suddenly, Zi Mei had a strange idea that he might want to be with An Lingqing for the rest of his life, not let him go, not let anyone take him away, but he might never touch him.

Maybe it was because he was reluctant, maybe it was because he was afraid of seeing hatred in An Lingqing's eyes, but in short, he would not touch An Lingqing casually, at most an intimate kiss or hug.

I just feel that at this moment, there is a feeling of wanting to cry and laugh. Zi Mei never knew that he was actually a lover. Even though she clearly had a strong desire for this person in her heart, she just wanted to cherish him and couldn't bear to hurt him. every bit.

The thought of taking him even if it hurts him, seems to be laughing at himself who sees the body of his sweetheart at this moment, but feels timid in his heart.

Gently stepped forward and hugged An Lingqing, the tentacles were warm body temperature and tender skin, but Zi Mei just hugged him gently and seriously, and then carefully put him in the wooden barrel.

Because the drug on An Lingqing's body hadn't receded, he naturally didn't have the strength to sit in the barrel by himself, Zi Mei also took off his clothes and sat in the big bathtub, and then gently took off the jade hairpin for him and untied his hair. bun.

I never thought that one day I would treat someone so tenderly. Zi Mei felt inconceivable that he was cautious about hurting An Lingqing. He let An Lingqing lean on his chest. It was all unresolved, but he really seemed to be worshiping a holy object at this moment, and he didn't even have a trace of desire.

In the process of washing An Lingqing's body and hair, Zi Mei always had the urge to shake his head and laugh. At this moment, he also wondered what kind of magical power An Lingqing had that made everyone cherish him so much.

In fact, Zi Mei planned to force An Ling to occupy An Ling's body when he woke up today, and then use some extreme methods to make him forget Nangong Ye completely, and stay obediently by his side forever.

However, at this moment, he had to shake his head and smile wryly as if admitting defeat. A person like him would not be able to do such a thing to An Lingqing, who was only sleeping and harmless.Looting has already become his nature, but why is he completely unable to do so at this time, and still has the idea of ​​​​only caring?

Qing'er, you really are my tarsal poison, an addiction I can't quit.

Gradually, Zi Mei felt that An Lingqing's face was getting redder and redder, and then his brows were tightly knitted together, a trace of worry flashed in his heart, Zi Mei hurriedly carried him out of the water, and pulled him up The clothes wrapped him up, and then dried An Lingqing's wet hair with internal force.

Hearing a groan that seemed to be in pain, Zi Mei hurriedly put An Lingqing on the bed, and was about to go to Song Yitong to have a look, but found that An Lingqing had grabbed the corner of her clothes, and turned her head to see his mouth He murmured softly, "Master...it's hard..."

Sitting back on the side of the bed and hugging An Lingqing into his arms, Zi Mei's eyes flashed coldly, even though he would cherish An Lingqing, it didn't mean he would treat the person who received all of An Lingqing's attention equally well .

He raised his hand and patted An Lingqing's back gently to soothe his emotions, then stretched out his hand to check the temperature on An Lingqing's forehead, and found that it was feverish. Immediately picked An Lingqing up, then walked directly to another room, and kicked open the door.

However, just as the door was kicked open, Zi Mei didn't expect to see her