The situation froze here for a while, Xue Zhiguan's eyes were staring at An He, and An He was also sweating profusely and struggling violently, I don't know how many minutes it would be as long as centuries for the two of them. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Finally, An He still made a decision, seeing him let out a long breath, Xue Zhiguan was also extremely nervous, and his eyes unconsciously drifted to the sword inserted on the ground in the distance, fortunately, An He's words made him loose.

"Remember, in the future, you will not be the Guanxi hero Xue Zhiguan, you are the eldest grandson!"

"No, in the next eldest grandson view." With a deep bow, Xue Zhiguan seriously assured, but An He, who was smoldering in his stomach, still roared.

"Also, this is Anfu, my words here are the law, what I say must be implemented, if you want to stay here, just bear your stinky temper, stay honest with me, do you understand!"

Poor Xue Zhiguan has been crisscrossing the north and south of the river for so many years, but he was reprimanded by An He, a little doll who didn't have any hair, and couldn't raise his head, for a while, until An He said that he was tired, he could stop nodding his head for a long time.

Looking at Xue Zhiguan's originally cold old handsome guy's face covered with sweat, An He, who had vented a lot, finally waved his hand tiredly, but covering the bloody wound, Xue Zhiguan did not leave, but still arched his hand at An He nervously.

"Small, eh, Anye, please return to the new house!"

Seeing An He's unswerving gaze again, Xue Zhiguan hurriedly explained as soon as he lowered his head.

"An Ye, you are not in the new house on the wedding night, how should the servants treat the eldest grandson weaving, and how will the eldest grandson weaving deal with himself in the An Mansion in the future? This is not a mercy, it is an exhortation! ”

This guy entered the state quite quickly, looking at Xue Zhiguan's face full of cold sweat, An He had a headache, family, why did he say so much?

"Okay, I'll think about it, you go down first." An He waved his hand tiredly again, hesitated, Xue Zhiguan finally covered his shoulders and turned around with difficulty, but before he could take two steps, An He suddenly stopped him.

"Wait!"

The doubts were overdone, but it was An He who picked up the sword on the ground with both hands, handed it back to Xue Zhiguan, and stuffed it in his puzzled eyes.

"Take it, it's pretty sharp, the Xuanjia will be broken with a sword, maybe you can use it again."

A trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes, Xue Zhiguan wiped the sword like a lover, put it in the cloth bag again, and once again walked out leisurely with the sword like when he was in the Changsun Mansion, looking at his back, An He's always tense face finally showed a smile, and shook his head with a smile.

"This fool."

But after laughing, An He's face turned into a lazy bitter gourd face again, and when he touched the wound on his back, he grinned and yelled.

"Damn, I can't say anything well, I didn't listen to you in the end, what's the point of this fight? Oops, it hurts me! ”

Ten minutes later, the door of the new house was pushed open again, and the eldest grandson weaving who was lying on the table actually fell asleep with half a flatbread, and An He, who looked cute and worried, couldn't help but smile dumbly and shook his head, bent down and picked up this stubborn girl, and gently put it on the bed, and then turned his head and went to the bathroom next door.

What An He didn't know was that as soon as he opened the door of the bathroom next door, Changsun Weaving, who had been closing his eyes tightly, actually opened his beautiful apricot eyes with a touch of mischievousness, but after seeing the hideous wound on An He's back, her small mouth swelled into an O-shape, and an indescribable distress rolled in her heart.

"Hiss." With cold air in his mouth, An He threw himself in the bath tub, and the already painful wound was even more painful when it touched the hot water and sulfur, and An He almost didn't jump up, so he endured it and sat back.

No way, there are no anti-inflammatory injections in this era, and suppuration of the wound will kill people, so he held himself in the water, waiting for the wound to be killed by sulfur, An He breathed a sigh of relief, at this time, a pair of cold and soft little hands were placed on his back, habitually, An He ordered tiredly.

"Qingyun, go take out the soft ointment from the cabinet and help me apply it."

The little hand stiffened for a moment, and then turned around obediently and ran to the only cabinet in the bathroom, and soon, the cold ointment was rubbed on the wound on the back, and An He's habitual hand stretched out backwards did not receive the familiar wine, and he was stunned An He turned his head, and then he saw the little face of the eldest grandson Zhihong.

"I'm sorry, Qingyun used to help me with the medicine."

This sentence of sorry once again made the eldest grandson weave pause in his little hand, but a smile bloomed on her ruddy little face, and the little hand rubbed more and more gently.

"Don't you say you can't explain?"

Shaking his head speechlessly, An He simply let go, waved his hand back with a big grin, and commanded with a domineering command.

"Qingyun will bring my wine too."

"Yes, Aaron." Obediently agreed, Qingyun turned around and brought the wine jug over again, drinking cold wine, and being kneaded by a pair of delicate little hands.

Kneading the strong muscles of his back, Changsun Weaving's beautiful apricot eyes are also beautiful eyes, for a strong girl like her, the most charming thing about a man is his strength and strength, Mosuo with the old wounds on it, Changsun Weaving is half curious and half disgusted and mutters An He.

"You, you really deserve the title of troublesome general, and you got injured."

"I can't help it, man, I have to face something."

Surprise and astonishment obviously flashed in the beautiful eyes of the kneading eldest grandson weaving, how could he not have thought that his husband, who had always been called nonsense, still had such responsible feelings, looking at his back, the eldest grandson weaving's gaze became more gentle.

Maybe these words have never been said to others, for a strange person who is destined to rely on each other, An He also let go, squinted his eyes, and An He said seriously.

"Can you believe it? Sooner or later, one day, I will take my sword to build an admirable deed, and your man will also be your strongest support, absolutely! ”

"Well, I'll help you!" Also dotting the little brain melon, Changsun Zhi also said seriously.

After bathing quietly, maybe he was really tired, lying on the bed, the eldest grandson was as well-behaved as a kitten, and soon fell into a dream, lying beside her, An He was full of excitement and couldn't sleep, who let him experience too much today?

However, he does not regret today's choice, Xue Zhiguan has what he insists on, why don't he have it, besides, the eldest grandson weaving, on the wedding night, he will have the familiar and cordial beauty of the husband and wife for more than ten years, and it is also worth guarding him!

"Fuck the prince." scolded happily, turned over on his side, and An He, who wanted to open, quickly fell asleep. (To be continued.) )