He Dangli never thought that she would meet someone again under such circumstances, and she had such a shameless dream before.

He was so ashamed and ashamed that he even curled up his toes, and the base of his ears was crimson. It's like a spring in March, a treetop peach in the south of the misty and hazy Jiangnan, with a six-petal pink piece wrapped around the tender yellow stamens, and the breeze blows, trembling and dancing.

The scattered flower branches were crushed into mud, and the fragrance fell to the ground, and I don't know whose dream was disturbed.

Later, she learned that the Qing Dynasty was familiar with the Zhenguo Gong, and even several generals with slightly higher ranks were a little familiar with him. If there are too many wounds in the military camp in peacetime, and the military camp doctor is too busy to touch the ground, he will send someone to invite the master and treat him as a guest. This was something she never knew, and she was more worried about whether he would tell anyone else his secret in a fit of anger.

So much so that even after someone came in, she didn't dare to leave the bed that was warm enough to shelter her, even if she knew that she was deceiving herself, she refused to face it.

"Don't worry, the poor monk will keep this secret." Qinghe Xu saw the panic in her heart, and comforted her, and her slender and white fingers pulled open the navy blue quilt that covered her face; "Although it's as cold as today, it's not good for the donor to be so stuffy all the time."

The man sighed slightly, as if helplessly looking at the person who had shrunk into a turtle shell and did not dare to face him. How can there be a state of sin when the momentum of the same person Xingshi came before.,I just want to knock her head open.,See what kind of foolish worm is inside.。

"That master must know that a gentleman's words are difficult to chase a horse." He Dangli was red, I don't know if it was due to excessive lack of oxygen or the sequelae left over from the dream, which caused his face to be red. His eyes were erratic, and he just didn't dare to meet the man.

A face is red, like a ripe peach on a branch, and it makes people want to take a bite. Tasting the taste, whether it is as sweet and delicious as you imagined, or whether it is soft/smooth and delicate in the memory of a day.

"The poor monk never speaks wildly." Besides, it was just a small thing for him.

"The wound on the donor's body yesterday has been cracked." Qinghe didn't wait for her response, but in a loud voice, the hand subconsciously lifted a few strands of green silk that she unintentionally hung down to her cheeks, and pushed it behind her earlobe, with a thin callouse that seemed to be unintentional and intentional.

The skin that was touched was so hot that it seemed to burn immediately.

The two of them were so close to each other that they could see a little cyan stubble coming out of the man's chin whenever they were close. There is also the warm breath that sprays on her cheeks and earlobes ambiguously, and the good smell of Canaan wood on the man's body envelops her strongly, as if she is holding a person in her arms and grinding her ears and temples, invading the illusion that she only has everything around her.

"Hmm." Weak and like the sound of mosquitoes, He Dangli subconsciously moved into the bed.

The rosy lips are slightly pursed, and the curly blue eyelashes are half-hanging, casting a small shadow under the eyelids. She felt that when she faced Qinghe, she always had an inexplicable sense of oppression and weirdness, and even countless inexplicable feelings of disobedience.

It was as if this person had always been wearing a false mask with her, and as they got closer, the strong contrast intensified. If she is asked to tell the reason, she will immediately be like a stubborn gourd, and she can't make a fart for a long time.

"How does the Master know I'm here? Don't even feel half surprised? ”

"As long as you have a heart, you can always find one or two." Men avoid the important and pass lightly.

There was no charcoal fire in the tent, and the cold air was always rising from the ground involuntarily, and the tent was not cold, so it sheltered from the wind and snow.

"Don't move, let the poor monk show you how your wounds are." Qinghe, who frowned, reached out and grabbed her arm that continued to move back, met her embarrassed gaze, and added; "Don't worry, the poor monk outside has sent someone to guard it, and without the order of the poor monk, outsiders can't enter."

"Okay." When she heard that someone was guarding outside, she was relieved, and what she was most afraid of was that when she was taking medicine, the tent curtain would be lifted. Then she recklessly broke in, and then she was even more embarrassed.

The next thing is that Qinghe stayed, sharing a tent with her, and the original Fan Fan didn't know where he was sent to. As a result, every time I came in to see her, I couldn't help but mumble and sulk, chattering like an uncle with broken thoughts.

And He Dangli just smiled and didn't say much when he heard it, and from time to time through Fan Fan's mouth, he learned the news that Zhu San had woken up now. It's just that the body is still too weak to get out of bed, but the appetite is like the reincarnation of a hungry ghost, crying out every day that he is hungry and wants to eat.

almost didn't eat up all the food reserves in the Huotou Battalion, which provoked the fire chief to squat outside with a shovel for stir-frying for a long time. And those lost soldiers were given the most appropriate arrangements, and the sewn corpses were sent back to the deceased's home one after another, which was also considered to be exempt from the crime of dying in a foreign land.

After helping her with medicine during the day, Qinghe would sometimes stay quietly by her side or dispense medicine for the wounded in her barracks.

Won an unprecedented reputation for a while, only He Dangli knew what he was hiding underneath.

Speaking of which, it was still a snowy night.

Although she was injured, especially if she was so serious, she tried to touch less water to prevent the wound from becoming infected, but she really couldn't stand the smell later, and begged that even if she couldn't take a bath, it would be good to wipe her body clean.

Otherwise, she was worried that after the beginning of spring, she would really grow mushrooms on her body.

And she is not alone in the big bed now, even if she doesn't take a bath for three months, she still cares if you smell fragrant, and it doesn't hinder you anyway. But now it doesn't work, He Dangli, who was lying on the bed and lying on the corpse, glanced at the plain white monk's robe hanging in the most obvious conspicuous place, as well as two pairs of shoes under the bed.

pouted his lips depressedly, and the whole person was sullen, and he couldn't even read half a sentence with the small words on the book.

"Are you sure the donor wants to bathe?" Qinghe, who had just come back from outside in a snowstorm, heard that Ying Ting's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and the Buddhist beads in his hand turned one or two.

"Well, what's more, I haven't bathed in almost two months now, even if it's cold in winter, but after a long time, I always have that smell of one or two on my body. Doesn't the master feel bad when he falls in bed with me at night? As he spoke, he frowned his small nose in disgust.

It's also strange to say, there were already two beds in the tent, and Fan Fan, who originally lived in it, moved out. Of course, she thought that the master would sleep in another bed, but who would have thought that they would end up in a bed.

It hurt her to worry that she would sleep indecently, and she abruptly surprised the master, so that when she slept, she was like a straight wooden stake, and when she slept one night, her back hurt.

"If you want to, just talk to the poor monk, it's not a big deal." Kiyo lovingly rubbed her waist-length hair, then left the tent and ordered one of the guards outside to help boil the water.

In winter, the water cools quickly, but burns slowly.

What's more, she has a back injury, at most she just wipes it with a coarse cloth towel soaked in water, but her back can't do it on her own.

Moreover, He Dangli watched that he had never left the tent half a step from beginning to end, and was sitting on the edge of the bed at the moment silent on the closing of the Buddha scroll. Even though he didn't look at her for half a minute, she always felt a hot gaze on her, especially when she was pulling off her robe.

Originally, she thought that she had already been honest with the master several times, and even asked him to help with the medicine naked. And now it's just taking off her clothes and bathing with her back to her, why does she always feel that the master who seems to be pure and has few desires and does not eat fireworks in the world will skin and tear off her whole body in the next second, and swallow it into her stomach.

In her thoughts, she couldn't control the strength of her hand for a while, and it touched the wound, which hurt so much that she couldn't help but gasp.

"Why bother with the donor, didn't you say that you should call the poor monks to do something." The man who was just sitting quietly next to him shook his head and walked in, skillfully took the towel in her hand, and after his slender fingers were dipped in water, he looked even more obscene.

"Don't forget, don't forget that your wounds can't be touched by water now."

He Dangli shamefully thought of that dream, the master's hands were also stained with water, but the water was not each other's water.

"These are just small things, I don't want to trouble the master too much, besides, the master is already very busy on weekdays." He Dangli was naked with his back to the man, and his bandaged hands didn't know where to block.

And she seems to have done naked/naked in front of the master more than once, and she feels that she really needs to dig a pit and jump out of it. Sure enough, she really looked like the most lowly female branch in front of the master.

"The donor's business is a trivial matter in the eyes of the poor monks, and the donor should not be arrogant." The man carefully and gently bypassed the wound and gently wiped the uninjured places.

Because they were so close to each other, she could feel the man's warm breath spraying on her naked/exposed skin, causing ripples and tingling, and the hand roaming her skin, but now it was not at the drugging stall.

The slender and white legs unconsciously closed together, and I only felt that my mouth was dry. I was more and more disgusted by the filthy thoughts that rose in my heart.

In the tent, because she was going to bathe in front of her, a few pots of charcoal were burned, and the warmth reminded people of the warmth of spring.

A small white porcelain face with peach and pear was crimson, I don't know if it was smoked by hot water or caused by the high temperature in the tent. Even the snow-white skin has a faint seductive pink glow.

"Donor." The hoarse voice seemed to be extremely unbearable, and the beautiful scenery in front of him was alive and fragrant.

After Qinghe's hand wiped his back, the faint gaze lingered on her legs together, and even the movements of her hands gradually became ambiguous and lingering.

"I'll wash the rest myself, and I don't need to trouble the master." He Dangli felt embarrassed to let the master help wipe her back, not to mention the most private lower body, not to mention that the wounds on her body were already too much better, and she didn't need other people's help at all.

Besides, if she really let it, she would have completely confirmed her seduction. When the time comes, it will be difficult to argue, even if you jump into the Yellow River, you will not be able to clean it.

"Don't move." Qinghe's Adam's apple rolled, and his dark and inexplicable eyes stared at the snow-white and red peach blossom source.

"Offended."

He Dangli hadn't heard clearly what the man meant, so he panicked and felt the master's hand smoothly slide down her slender waist, and finally stayed there, but he never meant to wipe half a minute.

For a while, she didn't know whether to push away or acquiesce, she just felt that recently, her body had become more and more lewd/lewd/unbearable.

Even the number of times I had that dream was increasing day by day. And she felt that her reason was faintly collapsing, constantly tearing at the only reason she had.