Your Majesty, it's polite

In the silent night, with the singing of cicadas and the sparse stars, Wen Shu in the corridor taught Tang Yunshu to recognize some special medicinal materials, and Mahayana was beside him grinding the medicinal materials into powder.

After lighting the lamps, except for the two pharmacists who were on duty in the front clinic, all the others returned home.

Yan Shang has a special status, and no one can know that he is here, and the grinding of medicine can only be done by them.

Wen Shu changed Xiao Yiting's medicine today, there is no need to wake up, just do an Ammo for half an hour before applying the medicine.

To be honest, he was kind of annoying.

Mingyue reached out to take the medicine from Tang Yunshu's hand: "My lord, wait for me."

Tang Yunshu wished he didn't have to move and stuffed things into his hands.

"Don't." Wen Shu took it over and stuffed it back into his arms: "Are you sure he will press acupuncture points."

The corner of Tang Yunshu's mouth raised slightly, and he stared at his uncle with a fake smile: "Okay, I'll do it."

He regrets it now, how does he feel that he regards himself as a servant.

Sure enough, where there is a cause, there must be an effect, and this effect was found by himself.

It's okay, he finds some man to block the peach blossoms, and throws stones at his own feet.

Xiao Yiting lay on the couch with his eyes closed, a faint scent of rosin passed into his nostrils, and the pain in his forehead dissipated inexplicably.

Tang Yunshu's warm fingers lightly covered his forehead, rubbing and pressing gently, with neither heavy nor light force, making people extremely comfortable.

Xiao Yiting opened his eyes, he could only see Huang Ying dimly, his nose was filled with the clear rosin dyed on his sleeves, it smelled comfortable and unobstructed.

Is Yun Shu's body also infected with this kind of fragrance?

Shocked, Xiao Yiting couldn't believe what he was thinking.

Sliding between the throats, I quickly closed my eyes and stopped thinking about it.

"How strong is it?"

Tang Yunshu looked down at him, only to find it pleasing to the eye, the straight nose was very attractive to his eyes.

The first time Tang Yunshu saw him, Tang Yunshu liked his nose very much. It was straight but not particularly tall. It was straight and fleshy, with a graceful curvature and a deep and long nose. According to the photo book, this kind of person would live a very long life.

This person's facial features are excellent, like the darling of heaven, blessed by nature.

Xiao Yiting hummed lightly: "Did you often massage people before?"

Judging by his cool and elegant personality, he shouldn't be someone who often does this kind of thing.

Tang Yunshu said: "A few years ago, when the family changed, my mother often had headaches. Master taught me this method. I often massage her, so I am naturally proficient."

With his personality and identity, who would believe him if he said he would help others.

Xiao Yiting thought it was the same, for a young master who is as elegant as the moon, others would like to hold it up, holding him up, why would he be dragged to learn these vulgar tricks.

The two lay down and sat together, silently, but something seemed to be floating gently, falling into the atrium and slowly brewing.

There was an inexplicable itching behind Xiao Yiting's ear, he stretched out his hand to scratch it, but just as he touched the back of his head, he held a warm and moist finger, and quickly retracted it like an electric shock.

The two looked at each other, and their breath had their own ideas in an instant.

Tang Yunshu frowned and curled up her fingers, feeling a little hot, her voice was unknowingly a bit cold: "Don't move around."

Xiao Yiting didn't speak, closed his eyes, and didn't say another word.

In the middle of the night, Tang Yunshu took a bath and lay down on the bed, looked up at the rosy and long fingers, his mind was full of Xiao Yiting's handsome and three-dimensional facial features.

Touching his face, he didn't know what happened to him.

After a sleepless night, Xiao Yiting got up when the sky was slightly bright, and just about to call the bright moon and the clear spring, the strangeness on the quilt made his whole body stiff and his breath stagnate.

Holding the silk quilt tightly with his hands, the embarrassment only felt in his youth, he took a deep breath, recalled the dream last night, he couldn't imagine that he actually dreamed it. .Dreamed of Tang Yunshu.

In the dream, he couldn't see his face, only his familiar voice whimpered and groaned, ecstasy.

Damn, what the hell was I thinking.

Taking a deep breath, he summoned Mingyue, without any abnormality in his expression.

Mingyue didn't think it was a big deal, after all, the master had never been close to women and men, she just changed his inner clothes neatly, and took the quilt to Qingquan to wash.

Washed up and dressed neatly, Xiao Yiting had just stepped out of the threshold when he heard the door of the next room open, followed by Tang Yunshu's clear voice.

"Qingquan, get some more noodles for breakfast, I want to eat."

Qingquan has a father who came from an imperial chef. Even the imperial chef praised his craftsmanship. He liked it very much after tasting it once.

Xiao Yiting listened to his clear and clear voice, his heart tightened, he turned his head and said coldly: "Take it to the house."

"Yes." Qingquan saw that the master was in a bad mood, so he didn't dare to say more, and immediately prepared in the kitchen.

Tang Yunshu raised his eyebrows, feeling that this person was really superior and used to it, his temper would change from good to bad, and it was really difficult to serve him.