"But your wounds ......"

"It's okay, most of the scabs have fallen off. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info I know that you are the kindest, so take pity on me!" Chang Ting lay there and struck at her.

Lan Yue couldn't cry or laugh, "Okay, I'll go and prepare." ”

Changting took a bath, and she always didn't want others to watch from the sidelines, and after the hot water was ready, she sent Lan Yue to the outside to guard the door for her.

When Lan Yue closed the door with a smile and left, she sat in the bathtub with a sudden sinking face.

I don't know if it was because of the anger or the steaming heat, but her whole face was glowing red, as if there was a fire burning.

She closed her eyes and slid slowly until the hot water was over her head.

After repeating this several times, her skin became pink.

"Master, don't soak for too long, I'll go in and wait for you to change your clothes. Not long after, Lan Yue knocked lightly on the door outside.

Changting came out of the water, leaned lazily on the bathtub, and said, "Just soak for a while......"

"She's in a bath?"

Suddenly, Hua Muhan's unhappy voice sounded outside the room.

"Your Majesty!" Lan Yue, who was standing at the door of the bedroom, was startled, and hurriedly turned around and knelt on the ground.

In the room, Chang Ting was also shocked, her body slid rapidly, and she said angrily: "Don't come in!"

Hua Muhan didn't care so much, raised his hand and pushed the door heavily, and strode in.

"The emperor's ......" Lan Yue wanted to stop it, but was dragged away by the dust and smoke.

When Chang Ting heard the sound, he shrunk into a ball in a panic, and the whole person hid in the water.

Hua Muhan approached, leaned over to the bucket to take a look at the scattered black hair, immediately wrinkled between his eyebrows, and grabbed it without saying a word.

After the watery face was revealed, he couldn't help but reprimand in a deep voice, "Do you know the ...... on your body?"

Syllable!

The pink arm was raised, and a slap fell hard on one side of his cheek!

The loud slap shook the two people guarding outside the house.

Lan Yue subconsciously wanted to run inside, but was pulled by the dust and smoke.

Hua Muhan's whole body froze there, and his big hand was still grasping Chang Ting's smooth shoulder.

He was really stunned, it was the first time in his life that he was beaten, and he was still slapped by someone?!

Chang Ting shrank in the water and turned his back to him, and let out a low roar in his throat, "Get me out!"

Hua Muhan slowly rolled his eyes in disbelief, his gaze fell on the top of the wet head, and the expression on his face was unpredictable.

"Ahh

The next moment, Chang Ting's scream suddenly sounded, startling the two people outside the door to stand uneasy.

Hua Muhan was already furious, and regardless of wetting her sleeves, she plunged into the water with both hands at the same time, regardless of her scuffle and struggle, and even more so her shyness, she clamped her under her armpit and strode towards the bed.

"Bastard, let me go, or I'll kill you!" Chang Ting roared angrily.

In an instant, Erbao, Qingqing, Su Su, and Xiao Feibai all ran from the next room to the courtyard, looking at the two door gods in shock and blankness, and then at the bedroom window.

Hua Muhan threw it hard, and threw Changting on the bed.

Changting didn't care about the pain, and subconsciously went to pull the quilt to cover his shame.

Hua Muhan stepped forward, tore off the quilt she was holding, grabbed her wrists with both hands, straddled her, glared at her eyes, gritted her teeth and roared, "Isn't it that I have been too good to you, so you are so bold that you dare to do anything?!

Chang Ting, covered in water, struggled and tried to lift his leg hard, hitting him with his knee in the back.

Hua Muhan suddenly felt pain on her back, the anger in her eyes burned even more, and she forgot to point her acupoint for a while, regardless of her writhing and struggle, she bit her pink shoulder fiercely, and raged all the way down!

Chang Ting's body trembled, and an unprecedented roar erupted from his throat, "Aren't you supposed to be at your concubine's place now?!What are you doing here when you die with me?!What do you think of your aunt and grandmother?!Thing?!"

Hua Muhan's body stiffened, and then he suddenly raised his head, forced to look at her and asked word by word, "Do you know, what are you talking about now?"

Chang Ting felt that his hand was a little loose, and at the moment of withdrawal, he pushed it towards the solid chest with all his might!

Hua Muhan stumbled under the bed for a while, but finally didn't slip.

(Boom.) One more more. Outside the window, the light in the banana window. Infinite affection at this time. It's hard to dream. Hate is hard to settle. It's not sad, people don't like to hear it. The empty step drops to the light. Taiyi is close to the sky, and even the mountains are connected to the sea. The white clouds look back, and the blue mist enters to see nothing. End the floating clouds, and dance out from Rong. And with the anger of the Son of Heaven, he relied on the general. Taste the treasure and remember the cold light, the window people sleep up, and the jade is lightly picked. Wandering in the end of the world, it is still the standard of the year. Thousands of miles of wind and smoke, a stream of frost and moon, I am not afraid of deceiving him. It's better to go back, there is a person in Langyuan who remembers the autumn and enters Minggao, and the air is refreshing. Hang the clothes and take off the dust. Between the windows, you can see the faint dynasty. The night mountain is low, the clear mountain is near, and the dawn mountain is high. Count the idleness, a few village mashes. Drunk and vague, with a smile. Wait for idle Tao to write, ask very coquettish. Happiness follows, can fall, but also shake. At the beginning of the Double Ninth Festival, there is no shooting and flying ash. The lonely wind cicadas are coming, and even the frost geese are coming. Under the red leaves of the begonia, the shore chrysanthemum purple flowers bloom. Today's Huan Gongzuo is ashamed of Meng Jiacai. With the painting threshold, the rain washes the autumn and the people are light. The remnants of the sun across the water are bright, and the hill is three or four points. When will the boat be the same pan? Every day, the green disk is sparse and pink, and the west wind is nowhere to be reduced. There are many immortal mountains in Shu, and Emei is difficult to match. Zhou Liu's trial viewing, it is absolutely strange that An Ke knows? Purple glow reward, fruit tricks. Singing in the clouds, making Bao Se on the stone. There is a slight fashion in his life, and laughter has been over since then. The smoke is like a face, and the dust is lost suddenly. If you ride a sheep, join hands in the day. When you open the door in the morning, the snow is full of snow, and the snow is clear and the sun is cold. The eaves flow is not dripping plum jelly, a kind of solitary is not idle. The crane has no predecessors, and the lonely cloud is too empty. Crazy to light the world, drunk is really like. A small garden, two or three acres of land. Flowers and bamboos should be spun and decorated. The thatched cottage has the flavor of a mountain family. Wait for the idle pool to drink, and get drunk in the forest. It's all their own home, and there's nothing in their chests. The scenery scrambles to take advantage of the game. Satisfied, how old is the remaining world. Who is in the cave, outside the world. The black clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountains, and the white rain jumped into the boat. The wind blows and blows away, and the water under the lake is like the sky. Gu Chanjuan, the cang, the green man, Yingying overlooking the flowing water. Ten miles of broken souls. Sighing and drifting, it is difficult to leave the thoughts. Who can send it when the mountain is late. Lang Yu talks about self-reliance. Insulting me, the green and snowy, in the cold waves of the lonely boat. Don't dream of going to Xie's house, the corridor is crooked. Affectionate only has the spring court month, which is still a flower falling from people. A window of furnace smoke, a bed of vase flowers, and a ten-mile lake light, the evening makeup of Nanping. The lotus root is fragrant, the bamboo wind is cool, and he is waiting for the moon to shine in the corridor, bathing a pair of mandarin ducks. ）

(To be continued.) )