Girl Shen's strategy for chasing his wife

In a panic, she wanted to hide her injured buttocks. In a moment of impatience, cold sweat broke out on her brow, which was full of pain.

Just when General Chi was complaining about why his butt had two petals, Qing He snorted coldly.

The same is humming, this humming is much cooler than when the two are happy.

Chill.

There is nothing worse than this for the ice balls in the twelfth lunar month of winter!

Chi Heng took great pains to cover half of his buttocks, leaving the other half in time, so he was taken off by his fiancée's cold attitude.

This... This cover is still not covered.

She looked at the most reliable mother.

Mrs. Chi ignored her, with a provocative posture of 'you deserve it, you cover it, but you cover it, I see if you dare to cover it'.

It's really my mother.

The little general cowardly gave up the other part of his ass—she dared not touch Wanwan's bad luck.

She never thought that Wanwan would come so soon, so she really didn't give her a little time to hide.

Still trying to hide it from her.

She bowed her head angrily.

And I was glad that I didn't really hide it from her.

When Qinghe heard the news, she drove all the way here in a carriage. In this Shengjing City, she has her own eyes, especially when she learned that Chi Heng was the emperor who descended from the sky 18 years ago. .

The smell of blood was strong in the room, and the half of Chi Heng's uncovered petal was still oozing blood.

Mrs. Chi really hoped that her daughter-in-law would take care of the bastard who made her worry, so she simply handed over the medicine bottle to Qinghe, and became the hands-free shopkeeper without any burden.

She came out through the curtain and let the little heart inside be scolded.

Chi Heng lay on the bed and wailed, blinking, trying to squeeze out a tear: This is my mother.If my mother is like this, how can my daughter-in-law spare her?

"You still know how to cry, but crying is useless."

Usually red eyes can be exchanged for a hug from his fiancée, but crying doesn't help, Little General Chi sobbed softly, tensing his strings so he didn't dare to faint in front of her.

Previously, in order to reassure her mother, she had to hold on to her spirit, but it was at the end of her strength at this moment, and her consciousness became more and more out of control.

Fifty army sticks is no joke.

The strongest man in the barracks would lose more than half his life if he was beaten with fifty army sticks, Zhao Yong really dared to attack her.

The slightly cool hand touched the wound lightly, and Chi Heng's slack consciousness was pulled back by two points, his small face was pale, and his breathing became two points more rapid.

"elder sister……"

Her "sister" yelled so softly and affectionately, crying like complaining, Baotian's grievances flowed over, and Qinghe's anger was extinguished by her. She unscrewed the lid of the small jade bottle with one hand, and the other With his hands, he lifted the brocade quilt that covered half of his buttocks.

The little general's snowy buttocks that had suffered a catastrophe came into view completely, how could it be shocking?

Qinghe's knuckles were instantly white, and a murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

"Who? Who hit you?"

"Zhao Yong."

it is good.

What a prince Zhao Yong.

She remembered!

She was so angry that her limbs became cold, and Chi Heng couldn't see her cold face.

Although she couldn't see it, Chi Heng had a keen sense of her breath: "Wanwan? Wanwan, why don't you speak?" She hummed twice, obviously in pain.

Qinghe rubbed the cold white fingertips, sat on the edge of the bed and sulked silently.

Blood dripped down the buttocks onto the white sheets, her heart trembled, and all the anger and murderous intent in her heart turned into tender pity: "A Chi, you can sleep for a while, and leave the rest to me."

With her words, Chi Heng no longer held on tightly, let go of his tense fingers, his heart was vented, and he passed out.

The medicine bottle was opened, Qing He lowered his head and sniffed lightly, twisted the bottle cap with his backhand, and took out the medicine powder he carefully developed a few days ago from his sleeve pocket.

This medicinal powder has a miraculous effect on treating trauma and is her latest research result.

When Chi Heng woke up, she was lying firmly on the bed, the dirty sheets under her body were replaced with brand new ones, she was naked, a thin quilt was draped over her back, and her aggrieved buttocks were hanging in the air.

The earth dragon in the inner room was very hot, and it was very warm without clothes.

The stomach of the four-legged beast in the room is slowly floating out of Ruinaoxiang. The small square cabinet next to the bed is rarely placed with a white porcelain vase, and a few early-blooming white plums are inserted obliquely in the porcelain vase.

Resting his chin on the soft pillow, Chi Heng took a deep breath of the aroma, not daring to move.

"woke up?"

Qinghe came in with the fragrant rice porridge, and was also angry, so he could only smile when he met her.

Miss Shen smiled softly, squeezed the porcelain spoon and sat in front of the bed: "Are you hungry?"

You don't need to look, just by smelling it, you can tell that the porridge is full of her favorite food. Chi Heng's gluttons aroused, and he felt unreasonable when lying there: "Hungry!"

Qing He glanced at her, took a spoonful of rice porridge and deliberately ignored her, and fed the fragrant porridge into his mouth, um, it was a little sweeter.

She is sitting, she is lying down, she is eating, she is watching, she is well dressed, she is naked.No matter how miserable he was, Little General Chi suddenly slumped, like an eggplant beaten by frost.

Alas, how could Wanwan see such a distressed appearance again.

"Open your mouth."

She opened her mouth obediently, the sweet porridge awakened her taste buds, and the little general ate it deliciously.

"Eat slowly."

Qinghe has no temper for her, after all, doesn't he love her?

Holding the spoon in her hand, she caught a glimpse of someone's bare buttocks from the corner of her eye, and she couldn't help laughing.

After eating a bowl of porridge, Chi Heng regained his composure and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's three o'clock in the unitary hour."

It was getting dark early at this time, the golden sun was sinking, and the dusk was drawing near.

Chi Heng sighed when he was full, and suddenly felt somewhat embarrassed. Thinking that she was injured here, it would be inconvenient to show respect, and she needed someone to wait on her, so she decided to send Qing He home.

Before the words came out of his mouth, Qinghe said: "I will stay here to take care of you, you don't want to drive me away. Besides, Madam also agrees for me to stay here, Madam just told me to love you well."

The word "Love you" is like poison mixed with honey, the poison makes Chi Heng's heart tremble, it is poisonous and sweet at the same time.

She thought: let Wanwan take care of herself, my God, is there anything sweeter and crueler than this?

"What are you ashamed of?" Qing He teased her: "I haven't seen where you are."

hiss.Chi Heng couldn't help shivering, "See you again, I can't bear you to help me out, this is... She touched her ear, it's too shameful."

There is a feeling of defilement.

With wild thoughts in her head, Qinghe put down the porcelain bowl and changed her dressing again.

The wet and soft towel brushed against the still swollen buttocks, Chi Heng couldn't hold back a soft moan, he couldn't tell if it was pain or embarrassment.

She finally understood why Auntie agreed to Wanwan to take care of her.

This is clearly saying, you are capable, if you are capable, you will make yourself unable to get out of bed next time, let's see if you dare to be capable?

Chi Heng was wronged to death: Does she want to be beaten by Zhao Yongna?To put it bluntly, she had no way of escaping today's fifty army sticks. Besides, why did she want to escape?It's not like she can't bear a little bit of suffering.

It was just taking the medicine, she whimpered as if the two of them were doing something secretly behind their backs, Qinghe was so ashamed by her, he pulled her ears: "Be patient."

She pulled it gently, smelling the fragrance of her sleeves, and somehow recalled the fragrance she had tasted in [Yunchi] that day. The little general supported the bed with his elbows, and his buttocks suddenly tightened. This feeling is really tormenting and refreshing.

After finally taking the medicine, Qinghe stepped aside, took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and Chi Heng was also hot: "Wanwan, wipe it for me."

The beads of sweat were wiped off by the brocade handkerchief, and Chi Heng returned to bed rest.

When her skin and flesh were good, Wanwan could look at it however she wanted, but now that she was injured, the place was really ugly, so she begged someone to cover her with a quilt, at least to cover the two petals.

"I won't cover you."

"Why is that!"

Qinghe only covered her naked back, completely ignoring her lower body: "I like to watch."

Chi Heng blushed: "I'll show you when I'm done."

"No, just watch it now."

"..."

The little general felt a subtle sweetness in his heart, but he was really ashamed, his back straightened: "You are bullying me, aren't you?"

"Yeah." Qing He smiled softly, hiding a bit of weakness in his gentleness, and unceremoniously grabbed her soft and tender little white face, thinking how to kill that bastard Zhao Yong.

Chi Heng fell silent.

This dare not make a sound at all!

If Wanwan really wanted to bully her, she didn't even have the strength to resist.

She finally stopped yelling to cover the quilt honestly, and Qinghe steamed the buns while thinking of poisonous schemes.

When the steamed stuffed bun was ripe and warm, she let go of her hand, leaned over and kissed poor Chi Heng, and coaxed, "Be obedient and go to sleep."

Chi Heng almost cried on the spot.

After coaxing her to sleep, Qinghe sat in front of the bed in a daze, and after a while, got up and went out.

……

"What is Wanwan looking for from me?"

"Borrow my aunt's knife and kill the person who wants to kill."

She was so straightforward, Xie Xinglou smiled brightly, his eyes doted on him: "You. Who is bullying your sweetheart again? It makes you angry."

Being teased by her, Qing He blushed slightly, and sat down following her guidance: "My niece has developed a new medicine, and I need someone to test it. After thinking about it, Prince Zhao Yong is the most suitable candidate for the test."

Is this going to attack Prince Yichao?

"This matter will not go well. It's not that you can't test the medicine with him, but your medicine is too poisonous. It's not his turn to die now."

Qinghe was disappointed: "I know. I know that a person with the ability of my aunt can only promote the destiny, and should not harm the Zhao family and his son. Then I don't want his life, I want him to suffer heart-wrenching pain every day."

The small green medicine bottle was placed in the palm of his hand.

"My aunt helped me, find someone with high lightness kung fu to sprinkle the medicine powder on him, and make direct contact with the skin. Not only that, but I also asked my aunt to introduce me to a killer who is one of the best in the world. I will buy him for three years."

"Three years?"

A thick stack of banknotes was neatly piled up on the table: "Within three years, driven by me, I don't ask him to take Zhao Yong's head in the deep palace, but I want Zhao Yong to be safe day and night."

Kill him for three years, if you can't kill him, you can scare him to good or bad.

Xie Xinglou pointed between her eyebrows: "You are really ruthless."

"Can my aunt help me?"

She tugged on Xie Xinglou's wide sleeves lightly, it was a rare act of coquetry with others.

Xie Xinglou looked at her delicate and familiar eyes, and said with a gentle smile, "Help."

Even if you want to stab the sky down, my aunt will still help you.

"Thank you, Auntie!"

To send a top-notch killer in the world, money alone is not enough, and the number one beauty in the world is also needed.

Many times, a word from Xie Xinglou is more valuable than ten thousand taels of gold.

The world is so big, no one would not sell her face, no one would not go through life and death for her.

Yun Liao is a kendo master born out of nowhere in recent years. With a fast sword in his hand, he is superb. He once fought against the young master of Lanjiabao. It's a dead end.

In just one day, Yun Liao rushed to the front of his employer, dressed in dust and dust, with a sword hidden in a box.

"Master Xie, who are you?"

"It's my aunt."

Immediately, Yunliao's eyes changed several times, and she raised a very jerky smile at her sick and weak employer.

He just doesn't seem to smile a lot.

"Master Xie's niece, I won't charge you money, what do you want me to do?"

"Toss Zhao Yong to death."

Zhao Yong?

Oh, he looked up to the sky and thought about it: His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

"Are you sure it's the prince?"

"Definitely." Qing He gathered his clothes lightly, took out the jade bottle he had prepared, explained in detail, and walked away in the setting sun.

Yun Liao is worthy of being a top-notch master in the world, elusive and extremely efficient.

That night, the news that the prince was dying came from the East Palace. Zhao Yong knelt on the ground and rolled in pain, crying for his father and mother, and Zhao Qian chopped off two quack doctors to vent his anger.

An hour later, the prince recovered without any medicine, not to mention the imperial doctor in the palace, even the Taoist priest Rong Yue who was born in [Longmen] couldn't see the clue.

After this incident, Zhao Qian began to dislike Rong Yue as a waste, and asked [Longmen] for someone with stronger abilities.

[Longmen] Yao Lao was sent to guard the East Palace to escort the prince.

Another day, rumors of ghosts came out of the East Palace.

In the Zhuguo General's Mansion, Qinghe helped the young general get out of bed.

"Wanwan, Wanwan, I can do it myself."

"Don't try to be brave." Qinghe found a Gong bucket for her: "Piss."

"Pee...I can't pee out."

How does this pee?

Chi Heng would rather suffocate to death than be seen by his sweetheart.

Not to mention being seen, she would die of shame if she heard it.

"Why are you so troublesome?" Miss Shen turned her back, "Hurry up and pee, I'll scrub your body after peeing."

God!

Chi Heng's eyes darkened: please forgive me!

Qinghe yawned: "Achi, if you keep lingering, I'm going to be sleepy."

"..."

Chi Heng gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and shuddered for the last time, really ashamed to see his fiancée going out with a pail in her hand.

In the past few days of being injured, Wanwan completely took care of her as a child, and the moved mother called her "my daughter" when she saw Wanwan.

Everyone in the mansion recognized this 'Third Young Madam' in advance. It is no exaggeration to say that Wanwan's status in the General's Mansion is now higher than her.

Chi Heng climbed onto the bed in an awkward position, grinning in pain.

She was seriously injured and needed a good rest. After Qing He came back after cleaning her hands and burning incense, Little General Chi was already sleeping on his stomach, with a faint blush floating on his face.

After a few more glances, Qinghe turned around and wrung out the hot towel to wipe off the wet sweat on her back.

Taking care of her clean, fragrant and soft, Qinghe sat in front of the bed and stared at her without blinking—the tenderness was like water, almost overflowing from the eye sockets.

She really, really likes to see A Chi's embarrassed little look.

The sleeping little general smacked his lips softly, Qinghe fed her with his fingertips, and let her suck. Sucked twice, with a smile in his eyes: "It's so cute."