Du Xiaowei cared about her father and mother, and in the end, it was Rat Gui who said that she would help take care of it, so she reluctantly agreed to stay.

After staying, she was restless, and she didn't move half a point to give her food, until, when Rat Gui was ready to go out of the house and go to see her father, she came to the spirit, and kept reminding Rat Gui that she remembered to feed her father and mother, and it was best to boil some millet porridge.

Rat Gui nodded and agreed, but Du Xiaowei seemed to be still preoccupied, and her face was solemn.

"Xiaowei, it's okay, can you go take a rest and get a good night's sleep?" I looked at her with deep circles under her eyes, so I asked Rat Xiangxiang to lead her to rest.

"Girl, I, in my heart, do I still think?" She probably felt that this matter was not so easy to obfuscinate.

Beilin raised his eyes and glanced at Du Xiaowei.

"What's the panic? We will solve this matter, what can you do but panic? Beilin's question made Du Xiaowei frown.

She knew she couldn't help much, so she was silent.

"Xiangxiang, take her to the wing room to rest." I told Rat Xiangxiang.

Rat Xiangxiang immediately came over and helped Du Xiaowei to the backyard.

I also finished eating, stood up, put away the dishes and chopsticks, and motioned for Ming Beilin to go back to the house to rest.

Beilin got up, but said to go back to the house and prepare a change of clothes for me.

I nodded, last night, when I was hanging around in Fucheng, I broke out in a cold sweat, my body was sticky, very uncomfortable, and I would feel more comfortable in a hot bath.

So, I took the dishes and chopsticks to the back kitchen to clean them, and then went back to the house to get hot water for Mingbeilin.

"Let's go." As soon as I pushed the door in, he came over with his clothes, took my hand, and walked in the direction of the soup room.

In the courtyard, Xuan Ling was still walking on a horse, and when he saw his uncle, he stood very steady.

I looked at Xuan Ling, and then looked at the room where Hongtu was, it had been several days, and I didn't know what happened to Hongtu.

"Husband, in a moment, I'll go and see the grand plan, right?" I looked sideways slightly, looking at the North Lin.

"No, in a few days." This matter is not negotiable in Beilin.

I saw that his expression was serious, and I had no choice but to do it.

With a "squeak", the dark north Lin pushed open the door of the soup room, and a faint smoke floated out of it, enveloping me and him.

After entering the soup room, the door slammed shut.

In the daytime, it was very bright, and the North Shadow stood behind me, but his hands had reached from my waist, and his chin was gently resting on my shoulder.

A pair of slender hands, neatly unfastening my belt.

"Shall I do it myself?" I looked sideways at him.

I don't know if it's shyness, or the fog in the soup room, which makes my cheeks very hot.

"Madame is tired, let's let the husband come." His deep voice reached my ears.

This sound makes people feel numb and crispy when they hear it.

He tore off my belt and unbuttoned my robe, and when it was all gone, I thanked the mist in the soup room.

"I'll go soak first." After I finished speaking, I prepared and put myself in the soup pool.

But Ming Beilin grabbed my hand and said, "Husband and wife should support each other and help you, should you also serve your husband?" ”

When he had said this, he put my hand on his belt.

I lowered my eyes, my heart pounded fast, and I couldn't help but secretly scold myself, I have been married for a few days, why are I still so nervous.

As long as I look at his face and listen to him, I feel that everything he says is right, and I am willing to do whatever he asks me to do.

When my hand touched his body, I felt like I was about to suffocate.

I don't dare to move around at will, worrying that I won't perform well.

"Don't be nervous, madam, whatever you are, I like it." This sentence of Ming Beilin makes me feel that he can really see through my thoughts.

I clumsily took off my clothes for him, and he pulled me and walked towards the soup pool.

The water was warm, and I snuggled up to his chest and let his injured hand rest on my shoulder to avoid getting wet.

"Ma'am." He tilted his head slightly, pressed his cheek to my forehead, and then kissed me lightly on the forehead.

"Today, you're tired, so forget it." I pursed my lips, but there was still poison on his body that had not been completely cleaned.

"What's the matter?" Beilin stared at me with his deep eyes.

"Huh?" I was asked by him, opened my mouth, and stumbled.

The corners of Beilin's mouth immediately raised slightly, and there was a playful smile in his expression.

"Madame, isn't that what she said?" Beilin paused, and put one hand on my lower abdomen: "Could it be that it is the birth of an heir." ”

"You just knowingly ask." I hung my head, my face was hot, and even my ears were a little hot.

Beilin hugged me tightly: "This Shenjun, I was tired, and I didn't have those thoughts, but if my wife wanted to, this Shenjun would give up this life and be willing to accompany me." ”

"I didn't mean that, and of course, I don't need you to risk your life." After I finished speaking, I was about to break free, why did he say this as if I took the initiative to make this request? I hurriedly and anxiously brushed it off.

But Beilin's hand hugged my waist tightly and refused to let go.

His kiss fell on the back of my neck, cool and numb.

The kiss grew more intense, and he gently turned me away, and my hand was hooked around his neck.

I was soaking in the soup to relieve my fatigue, but as a result, when I came out of the soup room, I only felt more sore.

He picked me up and carried me back to the house, where I placed it on the side of the bed.

"Sleep." He lifted the futon and spoke softly to me.

"Show me your hand?" Instead, I grabbed his arm that was about to be withdrawn.

Although he was extremely careful, the gauze on his head was still soaked.

"It's just a small skin wound, it's fine." Stygian Beilin looked like he didn't care.

"No, I'll see." When I had said this, I untied the strips of cloth, and took them off in circles, but what I saw was a wound that had been cracked, and the flesh and skin had turned white.

Although the wound did not bleed, it had to be treated, otherwise it would become infected and ulcerate.

"I'll go get the needle." I said, and stood up.

Ming Beilin grabbed my waist: "These skin wounds, when my spiritual power recovers, they can be healed, and Madame doesn't need to use needles." ”

"How's that going to work? It's just a spread of flesh and skin, no matter what? I stared at the wound, distressed.

He withdrew his arm and took me into his arms.

"Madam, I'm sleepy, can I sleep with you in my arms?" He said, and without waiting for me to respond, he hugged me and lay down, leaning slightly on his side, and it didn't take long for me to hear the even breathing of the North Lin.