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There was a sound of water in the wooden barrel with trembling incense, and at this time, Yi Qingfang had already sat in the barrel, his eyes were slightly closed, and his face, which was usually a little cold, was flushed red by the hot mist at this time, and his hair was wrapped downward along the delicate and white collarbone one by one, which was extremely charming. The world praises General Yanhuang's skin appearance as the first in the world, and the nobles of Kyoto flock to it. But his fierce reputation is also famous all over the world, making the world both love and hate him.

Seeing this scene, Miao Jing suddenly felt that the air in the tent was thin, how could she breathe so hard. No way! No way! Miao Xinghuan silently remembered, "Color is empty, empty is color——— Miao Jinghuan slowly put down the brocade in her hand, and stood aside with some restraints, she never knew how to serve the general to bathe, without knowing it, do more wrong, do less wrong! It's better to just stand quietly and wait for the general's orders. Give yourself a thumbs up for your wit!

But looking at the general's drowsy appearance, I was afraid that she would have to stand again.

"Don't come and help me bathe." Yi Qingyi, who still closed his eyes slightly, seemed to be silent just now.

"Yes....Yes!" Miao Jinghuan got the order and immediately stepped forward, and soaked the water in the plate with clear water on the side, and some of the cool water suddenly made Miao Jinghuan's hand that had just wiped the ointment gasp in pain.

Miao Jinghuan had a bitter face, she was happy, but the injury on her hand was completely forgotten, and now she has to wait for the general to take a bath, how can she not touch the water with her hands, it seems that she must have another layer of skin today.

With his eyes slightly closed, his cheeks, which were lazily leaning on the barrel, trembled slightly.

Then he said loudly, "Still grinding? ”

Miao Jinghuan immediately said with a dogleg: "This is coming, this is coming!" He walked over with a water scoop.

The little hand with serious burns took the scoop to scoop water, and at the moment when the hand approached the water surface, it was dragged by a big hand with distinct bones, and I saw that the back of the big hand was also a little burned red, Miao Jinghuan was a little puzzled, after all, only she and Cuizhu were burned!

"Go to the barracks desk and bring the jade bottle." Yi Qingfang, who had never opened his eyes, opened his eyes at this time, and all kinds of unknown emotions accumulated in his eyes were like waves, and Miao Xinghuan suddenly broke free from the big knuckle hand, which made her feel dangerous at this moment.

Miao turned around happily and walked out of the fog and out of the barracks. His heart was still pounding, and he slapped his chest with his hands, "This thing that doesn't breathe!" “

The veteran standing guard on the side saw that he silently covered his backyard flowers, and now this bald head behaves quite like an orangutan, does she still want to play orcs! And the general!! When the veteran thought about that scene, his face was full of yearning! All right! Capture an ancient mutant rotten man.

Miao Xinghuan, who came to the desk, squeezed her hands nervously, and the pain was already in pain to force herself to calm down, the map was already in front of her eyes, as long as she stretched out her hand, she could take it away, in exchange for the temporary life of her relatives.

But why is her outstretched hand trembling all the time, and her heart is terrified! She thought of the consequences, and the defeated enemy army shook the morale of the army, and used the map to catch the iron cavalry led by the general in an urn, and then the blood would flow like a river.

Even if it was still the case, Miao Xinghuan stretched out his hand and pulled out all the maps pressed under the official document, and opened it very calmly to confirm that a very finely made map appeared in front of Miao Jinghuan's eyes, some mountains and canyons were marked with red cinnabar, these locations are ambush locations for the enemy, as long as there is a counter-ambush in these locations, then the Iron Cavalry will definitely be annihilated.

Miao Jinghuan shook her hand and folded the map in her hand again, put it in her shirt, and put it away properly.

When I raised my eyes, I saw a small jade bottle, and remembered the general's instructions, so I hurriedly picked up the jade bottle and left, presumably this is also a scald ointment!

The general was also burned, and this ointment must be more effective than the bottle of skin cream that rewarded her! Looking at the jade bottle in her hand, Miao Jinghuan felt that the high-end atmosphere was high-end. Sure enough, the efficacy depends on the packaging.

By the time Miao Jinghuan rushed back again, Yi Qingfang had already bathed and cleaned himself up, wearing a crimson crescent robe, the placket was wide open, and the scenery on his chest was exposed. The long ink-colored hair was not combed, but gently pulled to one side with a wooden hairpin, lazily leaning on the gorgeous quilt, quite indistinguishable.

And Miao Xinghuan, who has seen the stupidity for a long time, has only one thought at this time, not that the ancients were very conservative! Why did she meet all these bold guys? The general is an exhibitionist at all! Say yes to the festival!!

"Master, I've already taken the ointment, I'll give you the medicine!" Changing her stunned appearance, Miao Jinghuan put the jade bottle on the table next to her, turned around and naturally picked up the scalded hand on the couch. Can she tell you that her little heart is beating wildly now, this skin! She was about to run out of birds.

Yi Qingfang, who was lying on his side with his head in one hand, deliberately moved his body when he saw her enter the door, and the bewildering aura was even stronger, at this time, he was coldly held by the bald head in front of him, and the small hand that was more burned than him was holding his hand at this time, and the rough and hard and molting hand rubbed slightly against his hand with the movement of the hand.

Yi Qingfang lowered his head slightly without showing a trace, and a few strands of hair that could not be turned on fell in front of him, covering all of Yi Qingfang's expression.

In Miao Jinghuan's opinion, it must be that the general is afraid of pain and dare not look at it.

"Whew! Whew! It's good to blow and blow" I wanted to say that it wouldn't hurt if I blew it, but looking at the general's domineering on weekdays, if she directly exposed him like this, he would not pull him out and cut it, so as soon as his eyes rolled, his words changed as soon as he came out. Kudos again to your wit!

And when Yi Qingfang, whose face was blocked by silk hair, felt a warm breeze blowing in his hand, and listened to the slightly childish words of the bald head, the corners of his mouth that were already slightly upturned were completely hooked up under the cover of silk hair.

Miao Jinghuan helped the general carefully apply the plaster while blowing, so as to ensure that the general was satisfied. In a few moments, the plaster was already applied.

Miao Jinghuan rubbed her itchy hands and put the jade bottle aside, but unexpectedly, a hand covered with snow-white ointment had already put his hand into the tea placed aside, and its owner raised his head and glanced at the plaster placed aside casually.

All right! The medicine just now is in vain, and the general is crazy about what kind of smoke! I can't even see a large cup of tea! I'm still in a hurry to put it inside! Can she understand that this is the rhythm of death...........

Miao Jinghuan had to sit down again, picked up the ointment on the side, and continued to give medicine to the general who had some convulsions today.

When I was taking the medicine, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the general's bare chest, Bai Ze's delicate skin didn't know how many times better than her, it didn't look like a person who had fought on a horse for many years, there was no trace of accessories on the deep collarbone, Miao Jinghuan had a kind of idea that such a beautiful collarbone would be more perfect if something was hung up.

The more I looked at it, the more Ruddy Miao Xinghuan's pretended calm face became, and she didn't dare to take medicine sloppily on her hands, but her eyes were uncontrollably looking at it from time to time when she thought she was doing it very secretly.

Yi Qingfang, who was leaning on the couch, took these small movements into his eyes, he did not have the usual rigor at all, but showed the looseness in his bones, he moved his body quietly, and the already wide open placket was pulled even more open. On weekdays, he was reserved about women or something, and he didn't know where he threw them.