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He Zhiyun's master left, and with that "mother", he just turned around and left, not knowing where to go.

There is no way to get back the lost youth, so we must cherish the rest of our lives.

Being hugged tightly by He Zhiyun for so long, Yang Huairen felt that his body had warmed up a lot.

In the darkness, there was the sound of Suosuo's footsteps, and two middle-aged women walked into the dungeon with palace lanterns, smiling and bowing to He Zhiyun and saying "ten thousand blessings".

They said that they were the maids who served He Zhiyun's mother back then, and they were called to take the two out, and then waited for the two to wash and change clothes.

Two clean quilts were wrapped in two disheveled people, and the mothers helped He Zhiyun help Yang Huairen limp out of the dungeon.

As soon as the sky outside the dungeon was bright, Yang Huairen rubbed his eyes, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the tall and majestic palace wall in the distance standing in the dim light of dawn.

When he saw the gorgeous buildings around him, Yang Huairen was stupid, this is the palace? I'll go, I don't want to enter the palace, take me out of here, I'm going out!

The four of them walked into a warm pavilion, and the walls of the warm pavilion were crookedly hung with these unpopular calligraphy and paintings, and the inscription said "Nanyang County King Book", Yang Huairen knew that this was not the palace, but Zhao Zongchu's county palace, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

The two of them are now like bloody people, the mothers came in with warm water and prepared to wash the two, just about to touch Yang Huairen, He Zhiyun opened their hands and blocked Yang Huairen like food.

The two mothers were frightened, and hurriedly knelt down to plead guilty, "The county lord atonements, and the slave knows that she is wrong." ”

"Who is the county lord?"

"You are the county lord, you are the daughter of the county king, so you are naturally the county lord."

"Oh, what are you so afraid to do, I just don't want you to touch my Renlang, hurry up, I don't need you here."

"The slave knows."

The mothers hunched over and exited the room, closing the door from the outside.

Yang Huairen shook his head, "The mothers and servants of the palace are used to being humble on weekdays, and now you are the master in their hearts, don't make them sad again." ”

"Renlang, I don't want to embarrass them, but I just don't want them to do it, I have to do these things myself."

He Zhiyun took off Yang Huairen's only pants, picked up the soaked cotton cloth himself, and wiped the blood stains that had coagulated on his body.

Yang Huairen realized that He Zhiyun in front of him was only wearing a thin underwear, and on the two round white clusters that were faintly visible, each had a budding plum blossom.

Maybe it was because he had been in the ice cellar for too long just now, and all the functions of his body that had been frozen had lost their due reactions, and the two of them had been hugging each other for so long, and he didn't even realize that He Zhiyun was not wearing much clothes until now.

Yang Huairen's nosebleed habitually flowed out again, the bees in his ears buzzed like a war, the blood flowed like melting snow under the warm spring sun, and there was a hot brute force in his lower abdomen to support a big banner.

He Zhiyun was carefully wiping his body, and gradually discovered the changes in his body, and he also became hot with hot flashes, and his pretty face and jade neck were also burned red.

"Renlang, the slave family is already your person, if you want to ......"

He Zhiyun said softly, with affection in his eyes, he lowered his head shyly, and his slender jade hand was lightly placed on Yang Huairen's chest, feeling his warm heartbeat.

I thought, I thought, of course I do! The beast in Yang Huairen's heart screamed and longed, but just as he was about to put it into action, the injuries in his arms, calves and abdomen were in severe pain again, and the most infuriating thing was that he was hit by a sword's buttocks, and now he began to bleed again.

God, why are you doing this to me? Yang Huairen closed his eyes and began to silently chant a mantra, trying to calm himself down.

"One gets one, one gets two...... Seventy-eight fifty-six, seventy-nine sixty-three......"

After reciting the ninety-nine arithmetic table, it quieted his heart a little, Yang Huairen was in a clear spirit, and suddenly figured it out, since his physical condition did not allow it, it was better to continue to wait, beautiful things are like wine, the more mellow the more fragrant.

He opened his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Yun'er, I want to, but I can't." Why don't we wait until the candles are in the cave......"

Before he finished speaking, He Zhiyun kissed it, her soft lips were warm and sweet, and it felt like the first breeze blowing when the osmanthus was in full bloom.

"Renlang is a good man."

Yang Huairen is bitter in his heart, in fact, I don't want to be a good man, I want to be a real man, but now the unlucky ass is not angry.

He Zhiyun carefully bandaged Yang Huairen's wounds, and when he bandaged the sword wound on his buttocks, he was even more careful.

Yang Huairen, who was lying on the bed, looked at her with a red face, and couldn't imagine that the original grinning He Zhiyun was such a small jasper, and he felt that he could have such a woman, it was really not in vain.

The surging tide gradually receded, and Yang Huairen now felt that her heart belonged to her, which was the most important thing, and it was also the beauty he really hoped for.

After bandaging Yang Huairen's wound first, He Zhiyun washed the blood stains on his body again, and saw in his eyes that he was watching himself scrub his body, and pretended to be angry: "Bad guy!" Peeking at people's homes. ”

Yang Huairen was noncommittal, and with a sweet smile, he climbed out of bed and picked up the wooden comb on the dressing table to help her comb her messy long hair.

Two young men, a man and a woman, were disheveled, and the scene was extremely beautiful. It's just that both of them have restrained their inner desires and turned to enjoy the tenderness and sweetness of their hearts.

He Zhiyun felt the greatest happiness in his life, tilted his head slightly, and leaned his warm face against his equally warm palm.

Yang Huairen gently rubbed her soft face, bent down to sniff her hair, and kissed her gently on her snow-like forehead.

After combing, the two of them changed into two ordinary coarse cloth clothes prepared at the bedside.

When I walked out of the door, there were people kneeling outside.

The two mothers just now came out and said that the county lord D, these are the lowly descendants of the original county king's mansion, since the county king's mansion was copied, the servants of the good books were sent away by the government, leaving only these cheap ones, waiting to be sold by the Kaifeng Mansion.

But it's been half a month, and no one from the government has come to take care of it, and there are soldiers with Fan Yang hats guarding outside the door to prevent us from going out, and the house has left us a few stones of grain and more than a hundred mouths, and it has been a few days since we stopped.

Ask the county lord to save us and give us a way to live, and we will definitely repay your great kindness. ”

The mother surnamed Feng cried as she spoke, and the more than 100 people kneeling behind her were already hungry and yellow-skinned, and they also sobbed and cried.