"It's the four princes who want your skin, and it's not me who wants your skin, what are you doing here to ask me to sprinkle?" Although Mei'er's slender neck was pinched tightly, she still responded to the man pinching her without changing her face.

"If you hadn't come up with any bad ideas, the four princes wouldn't have come to our art hall to choose men, and we'd better play music and play the sheng now!" This man has been kept as a woman these days, in order to make this skin more shiny and elastic. Sex, you have to take Bauhinia powder every day, this medicine is to make the man's bones soften, full of charm, this skin will not be so rough.

In the past, this Bauhinia was scattered in the green. In those places on the floor, this woman took this medicine in order to make her waist softer, and let the man embrace her, she was so intoxicated that she couldn't forget the taste.

"I said, even if you kill me, it's useless, because it's not me who wants to skin you, it's the fourth prince!" Mei'er's neck was pinched, her cheeks were bloodshot, and her originally fair cheeks were blood-red.

"I know that we are going to die, my brother and I are both learning to play the sheng in the art house, my brother and I are dead, our family is over, even if we are going to die, I will pull you on my back." This person has eaten Bauhinia San, and the strength of this hand is always a little bit worse, even if these hands are pinched to death, they are still a little short of strangling Mei'er.

"Useless things, all over the body, aren't they? If you want to kill me, you don't deserve it! Mei'er turned sideways, broke free, covered her neck, and coughed violently.

After coughing, his eyes flashed, and the man pulled out a bright sword from the blue thin silk wide sleeves, and was about to pierce Mei'er's straight chest, only to hear a whoosh, this person's chest broke and moved, and he could see through the opposite side clearly.

Before the man could react, when he came back to his senses, the cone-shaped sharp weapon that pierced his heart was nailed to the vermilion lacquer cylinder in front of him.

He fell to the ground with a thud, and the blood flowed out of the leaking hole. Slowly soaked in, this Chaochun Pavilion is about to die every once in a while, and the familiar smell of blood around it makes people feel a sense of solidity in their hearts.

"The Fourth Prince, you still feel sorry for others, and you know that you will come to save others at a critical time, and you will almost not be able to serve the Four Princes!" Mei'er twisted her eyebrows, adjusted her state, twisted her delicate body sideways, and walked towards the door.

The door just opened, Mei'er's complexion recovered slightly, and now she looked at the white and red, this pair of barefoot, stepping on this red blood, step by step towards Zhao Congye. This foot walked to the bloodless floor, and there were bloody footprints every step: "Fourth prince, why is your face so ugly?" ”

After getting closer, Mei'er could obviously feel a murderous aura, maybe it was Zhao Congye who killed this man's murderous aura neatly, or it could be that Zhao Congye was ready to kill her after discovering her careful thoughts.

Sure enough, the slender and powerful hand of the fourth prince, like a sharp weapon, hooked the waist of the water snake that she was holding Yingying, and this hand was like a scimitar, as if it was about to break her waist.

"Fourth prince, are you angry?" Mei'er endured the pain on her waist, and her cherry-colored lips hooked upward, making her a little more charming, and she said coquettishly.

"Don't think I'm reluctant to kill you, if you think carefully, this will be your fate!"

Seeing that Zhao Cong's black eyes were full of murder and anger, Mei'er knew that she could be killed at any time, but she still wanted to fight to the death, this white and plump hand, from this hard shoulder, to this waist with obvious lines, and finally decisively wrapped around the man's already bulging mountain.

It stands to reason that Zhao Congye has a concubine who is about to give birth in the palace, and there are many girls in this Chaochun Pavilion every month, but I don't know why, in this cloud and rain thing, I just can't forget the taste of Mei'er. Over the years, these girls have not felt so drunk.

After this cloud and rain, Mei'er pulled the veil on her body and covered her fair-skinned shoulders, knowing that Zhao Congye was still reminiscing about the taste just now, and this murderous aura was also covered up by this feeling.

"Don't think I'm reluctant to kill you because of that!" Zhao Congye caught a glimpse of the blood in the room, and reached out to pinch Mei'er's jaw. It's just that the strength in this hand is gentle!

After a moment, Mei'er wrapped her white and slender hands around Zhao Cong's neck: "I know that the four princes want my life, but my life is the four princes, if you want it, take it at any time." ”

"Stay in Chaochun Pavilion, you can't go anywhere!" Between Zhao Cong's thin lips, every word was so aggressive.

"You have seen through this little bit of caution, where else can you escape? I'm already in the bag of the Four Princes! Mei'er's eyebrows bent, and she was a little more playful.

"Don't think I don't know, after you said you were going to exchange a woman's skin for a man's, I knew you didn't want to lose your sisters!"

"Fourth Prince, what kind of caution is this? Besides, after changing into a man's skin, didn't the four princes feel that this mask was more comfortable to use? Mei'er knew that the skin peeled off by this man was thicker than that of a woman, and when making an adult skin mask, the mask master would break less and the finished product would be more.

"You dare to peek into my mind?"

Mei'er knew that Zhao Congye had lost her murderous aura, clinging to his tall body, lying next to his ear, first biting and sucking, and then said softly: "Not only do I dare to spy on the minds of the four princes, but I also dare to covet the four princes here!" "69 school bags

After speaking, this hand touched there again, Zhao Congye was unexpectedly resisting her cloud and rain thing, the cold wind was stiff, and in the attic veranda at the top of this Chaochun Pavilion, he became presumptuous. The handmaidens around him bent their waists and did not dare to move.

Afterwards, Zhao Congye's guards came to report, and the emperor asked him to go back to the palace immediately, it should be that the emperor also knew about Xue Changfeng's arrest.

Mei'er was left alone, lying on the cold floor, looking down at the bustling capital, the turtledove on the top of the attic cooing, her eyes slightly closed, tears sliding from her eyelids to her inky sideburns.

The man who died just now, now that the blood has begun to coagulate, Mei'er sat up, let the veil on her shoulders slip off, and said coldly: "Pack this person away!" ”

"And what to do with this corpse?"

Mei'er tilted her head and looked at the crows coming and going on the roof of the attic: "Put it on the eaves of the attic to feed the crows in the cold winter!" ”

"But...... But the skin has not been peeled off, so is it fed to the crows? ”

"This person is already dead, and this skin is also a defective product, do you think the four princes will use this product? Besides, there is still a hole in his heart, and this skin is incomplete, and the four princes are the most taboo and incomplete! "Mei'er has red lips and white teeth, teaching these slaves and maids.

"Slave and maid, move this corpse to the roof!"

After a while, I heard the sound of a flock of crows flapping their wings on the roof of Chaochun Pavilion, followed by the croaking of the crow gate snatching food and dividing the corpse. Mei'er sat in the hall, and the room was filled with a stove, which was made of fine silver charcoal, not only did not have a little soot, but also did not smell of Mars, and it was warm, only a thin gauze garment. Her snow-white hands, holding the blue tea cup, dangled, drinking the jasmine tea in the tea cup, and her ears were staring at the crows on the roof. The voice of the corpse is a little cheerful in my heart, and it can be regarded as living up to this cold wind.

Lanhe Village

The man's lethargy worsened, and after falling asleep last night, he got up this morning and took medicine, and slept until the evening. Su Mi saw that he was groggy, thinking that when he was decocting the medicine this morning, he put too much of this medicine powder, and he was stunned, and hurriedly helped him: "Husband, are you hungry, are you cold?" ”

Zhao Laosan's side eyes, this cheek was a little yellow, staring at his little lady's slightly tired eyebrows, his heart was soft and full of pity, knowing that she had worked hard for herself for another day, this rough big hand stroked it, rubbing it on this thin little face.

"Didn't you hold anything for a day, I'm not hungry!"

The man's voice was gentle, and the little medicine boy was also very sensible, so he lit the oil lamp and came to the bedroom with the oil lamp: "Uncle Zhao, if you don't wake up again, Sister Mi'er will cry to death!" ”

"Lady, have you cried?" The third elder frowned, and his dark eyes stared at Su Mi's thin cheeks carefully, although his eyes were sickly, but more of pity.

"Don't listen to this doll's nonsense, what am I crying about!"

"Sister Mi'er, you are still strong, you obviously cried all morning, and you didn't cry at noon! I saw it all, you were sitting in the stove. "After all, the little medicine boy is unscrupulous, and he will say whatever he sees.

"You doll, the chicken leg that big at noon can't stop your mouth!" Su Mi was a little embarrassed, this slightly pale face turned pink when she was excited.

Zhao Laosan stretched out his hand and hugged his little lady into his arms, and pecked her cheek with thin lips: "Mi'er, crying is crying, are you embarrassed to admit it?" ”

Su Mi leaned on the man's shoulder, the familiar smell came to her face, her hands wrapped around the man's neck, and when she saw the little medicine boy go out, her somewhat chapped peach lips pecked on the man's cheek: "Husband, don't sleep for so long next time, it's scary!" ”

"Mi'er, it's okay, in fact, although I'm asleep, I've always been conscious, I know what you and the little medicine boy have done!"

The man was extremely weak, Su Mi held a pair of small hands, holding the man's knife-like cheeks, "Anyway, my husband can't sleep for so long in the future!" ”

The man coughed twice, and his thin lips grinned: "Mi'er hasn't been angry for a long time, and when she gets angry, she still looks like a doll!" ”

"Didn't the husband say, I'm half your doll, then if the husband stays asleep like this, who will treat me as a doll and feel distressed!" Su Mirao was too worried, and after speaking, there were tears in her brown eyes, and her voice choked up.

The man sat down, hugged her, sat on his lap, and let her lean on herself, as if holding a doll: "Mi'er can cry if you want to, it's been too hard for you these days!" ”