"I'm Little Wangba, what are you, Little Wangba's sister, Wang Bamei? Hum! Ming Yujin glanced at her, and said angrily,

"Something without conscience, in order to save you, I became the way I am now, and I am still locked up in this tattered place like a beggar, and you are still standing there laughing at me!"

Ming Yulong turned around and closed the door, looked left and right at his hands, and said solemnly:

"Ming Yujin, you live alone in such a large single room, enjoying the treatment of being guarded by eight bodyguards outside, and I will bring you food, the beggars of the Tianyuan Dynasty, are they all treated so well?"

A single room is equal to a firewood room.

Eight bodyguards are equal to eight guards who do not allow anyone to carry Ming Yujin out.

"you, will you die if you don't fight with me?" Ming Yujin scolded, her eyes fell on the food box she was holding in her hand, and suddenly the words changed,

"It's better to be a sister, Zhilu Dao will bring me food. I've been hungry all night, bring it! ”

Ming Yulong clasped his hands, stood still, looked up at the beam above his head, sighed and said:

"Someone said just now that I have no conscience, how can such a thing as delivering food be done by a person without conscience, I'd better take it out and pour it!"

After speaking, he sighed again, and with a little loss, he turned around to walk outside.

Ming Yujin has been thrown into the firewood room since yesterday afternoon, and until this morning, she has not eaten a little.

As soon as he saw that the food in his mouth was about to fly away, he straightened his body, stretched out his hand, and shouted loudly:

"Oops...... Don't, don't, my sister is the kindest and loveliest, it's too wasteful to throw it away, bring it to me to eat! Ouch ......"

The last sentence of "ouch" was shouted because the movement was too big and accidentally pulled the wound on the buttocks.

Ming Yulong was originally teasing him, but when he heard this voice, he remembered Feng'er saying that he was beaten with twenty boards, so he quickly turned around, put down the food box, and asked:

"Does your ass still hurt? Have you taken the medicine? ”

In ancient times, the board was made of thick sturdy wood chips, and when it hit a person's buttocks, it was called a pain.

What's more, yesterday Ming Wang Ye was angry on his head, and he sat next to him to monitor when he hit the board, where did these guards dare to release water, so these twenty boards, that is, each board is genuine, and it will never be fake!

"Can it not hurt? The two-inch thick board, he still thinks it's small, and the last two boards are do-it-yourself, but it doesn't hurt me! ”

Ming Yujin grinned, and her lacquer-like eyes were full of grievances and anger.

Ming Yulong lifted the thin quilt he covered his body and saw that Ming Shizi was not wearing pants.

The buttocks of the fine skin and tender flesh were red and purple, as if a palette was poured on it, but there was a thin layer of transparent object on it, and there was a fragrance like lotus and orchid, and there was a smell of medicine, which was an ointment for bruising.

"If you have the medicine, it should be fine soon."

Ming Yujin sneered: "This is all sent to me by the little chestnut sneaking around last night and taking advantage of people's inattention, otherwise, I would have died of pain!" ”

The little chestnut is Ming Yujin's personal servant.

Ming Yulong smiled secretly, Ming Wang Ye still felt sorry for this son, he beat him here, and then hurriedly asked people to take good medicine to hurt him.

Otherwise, how could a small guy avoid the eight strong guards at the door, secretly send medicine in, and secretly send medicine out of the city.

Like parents all over the world, they all hate iron but not steel.