“…… The concubines do not complain. Qianwan hooked her lips slightly and shook her head slowly.

Scold.

I'm sorry, my aunt doesn't complain about you, but I really want to abolish you.

Staring at her cold face, Yan Jingtian's expression was a little complicated, he would rather she say that she would complain, but such a light and breezy appearance made his chest suffocated.

Obviously, he only has endless calculations and uses of her......

But why did she still look completely trusting, and even this rough and deliberate torture was calmly accepted.

Not daring to look at those plain eyes anymore, Yan Sedum took the robe, hurriedly put it on, and left without leaving a word.

Qianwan's fingertips tapped on the edge of the bed, and Yu Guang looked at his back as he fled in the wilderness, and sneered coldly in his heart, this soil emperor finally felt ashamed.

Songwu saw Yan Jingtian walking out of the house in a panic, his heart jumped, and he hurriedly lifted the curtain and went in, through the screen, he saw the concubine sitting on the edge of the bed looking tired, the bruises on her body could not be covered even if she was wearing a placket, the bed was in a mess, and the brocade quilt was also torn and thrown aside.

A look of being ravaged and ravaged.

It's not a pampering at all...... It's venting.

For Miss, it is even more of a humiliation.

How could the young lady ever wronged herself like this, and she was even more petty in the family, but she was treated like this by the emperor...... Do you just think of it as someone who can come and vent at will?

Songwu only felt a breath pressed to his chest, unable to breathe, and said, "Miss......"

Ande waited by the door, "Miss Songwu, our family has left the porridge by the door, if the mother wakes up, let her eat some." ”

Songwu's body trembled, took a few steps out and took the porridge in Andequan's hand, and slowly walked to Qianwan, "Miss, are you okay......"

Qianwan looked at the cautious person suspiciously, what the hell is this?

But seeing that she was holding a bowl of fragrant porridge in her hand, she raised her eyebrows lightly, took it without hesitation, scooped it up and drank it, and her eyebrows and eyes instantly stretched.

Is there such a strange food in this kitchen?

Sticky and glutinous without losing the flavor, light but fragrant, the taste is excellent.

Sure enough, there are many kinds of food in the mortal world.

When Songwu saw her constantly drinking porridge, she knew that she must have lost her energy, and her eyes were full of distress.

Putting the empty bowl on the side of the bed, Qianye was about to go to the couch to sit and embroider the flowers again, but saw Songwu's red eyes, gently held her hand, and said in a trembling voice, "Xiao...... The mother is waiting here, and the slave and maid will go and prepare some warm water. ”

As he spoke, he hurriedly walked out, for fear that tears would slide down.

Warm??

Are you sure you want to prepare warm water instead of boiling a bowl of porridge for your aunt and grandmother?

[Shenji, with all due respect, the bruises on your body...... Very obvious. Yue Lao shook his head, it was too much, Shen Ji's bruise and purple camouflage was simply too much.

Who would be so deliberate? It looks like he has been ravaged and ravaged a hundred and eighty times, as if he is afraid that others will not see it.

Oh......

Realizing that Songwu saw the marks on her neck, the corners of Qianwan's mouth twitched, and she suddenly realized a question, "Isn't this washed off, and you have to describe it again?" ”

I knew that my aunt and grandmother would have wiped less......

[Yue Lao: Love can't help the face. Let you wipe less and don't listen, you have to use up the 1808-color supermodel eyeshadow that Xiaoxian came from the modern mortal world...... Hmph, look at what you can.

At this moment, I heard a clear voice from outside the house, "I'm back." ”

Before he could finish speaking, a man walked in, with an arrow feather in his hand, and took off his armor as he went.