Maybe the concubine thinks about it day and dreams at night? Ying Zhan turned her back to the woman and interrupted the woman's words.

"......" Qian Yan felt that the dog emperor was really narcissistic enough, and he took advantage of her.

She didn't think about him day and night.

Qian Yan gritted his teeth and said to the emperor: "If the concubine is not mistaken, you left a bottle of scar removal cream for Aunt Qin, and let Aunt Qin apply it for me on time, right?" ”

Ying Zhan: "I'm not a doctor, where did I get the ointment?" ”

"......"

The emperor is indeed not a doctor, but he is an emperor, what kind of good things are not?

Not to mention, his bottle of scar removal cream is more effective than the ointment in the Tilting Medical Pavilion.

She didn't have any scars on her body, except for a big scar on the back of her hand, which he discovered.

There is also a faint chilblain scar on the little toe of the left foot.

Looking at the emperor's refusal to admit it, he deliberately said: "It turned out that it wasn't the ointment left by the emperor, no wonder the concubines thought that the ointment was not good, but fortunately I was useless at all." ”

As soon as the voice fell, the man turned around and reprimanded her: "You didn't use the scar removal cream I left for you?" Do you know that it was the scar removal cream that the doctor in southern Xinjiang gave me when I was fighting back then, and no matter how powerful the scar is, the scar left by the arrow can be removed. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the scar on the woman's hand, and said viciously: "I told you not to use the ointment I left for you, you deserve the scar on your hand." ”

poured out the man's truth, and smiled slyly, "Whoever asked you to come to see me secretly didn't squeak, how do people know that the ointment was left by you......"

Ying Zhan gritted her teeth fiercely, and made a gesture to shake off the woman's hand, but was grabbed tighter by Yan Yan.

"Okay, the concubine joked with you, are you serious?" Qian Yan grabbed the man's hand tightly, "Of course the concubine wiped the medicine you gave to the concubine, otherwise there would not be only such a scar on her hand." ”

"It's just that the frostbite was too itchy when it was about to heal, and the concubine couldn't hold back for a while, and the scab was removed, so the mark was left, and in a few months, the scar will gradually fade away, or even completely disappear."

Hearing this, the man turned to face the face.

Before, the two of them were soaking in the hot spring pool, coupled with the mist, the light was dim at night, and Ying Zhan couldn't see what the woman was wearing.

Now that they were both ashore, he could see how cool she was dressed to-day.

Dressed in begonia red clothes, her creamy skin is whiter and more translucent.

The corset design with a little ruched waist accentuates her delicate figure.

The woman had just come out of the hot springs, and the snow was still hanging from her neck and collarbones, and her pretty face was flushed.

A pair of watery eyes were looking up at her.

This kind of appearance is seductive and breathtaking.

Especially the hazy eyes, it was an extreme and silent temptation.

Men, don't they just like to get wet, and they usually can't help but take a few more glances at a coolly dressed woman.

Especially this woman still has a charming appearance.

However, they never look at how good the clothes are.

They also never cared about that, let alone the exposed skin, but stared upright at the place where the fabric was hidden.

Ying Zhan was obviously bewitched by the beautiful woman in front of her.

There were flames churning in the depths of the mysterious and deep ink pupils, and the handsome eyes were even darker.

At this moment, Ying Zhan didn't seem to care about anything, and even forgot about what the two of them said.

The next moment, the man grabbed a clean bath handkerchief next to him, and wrapped the upper body of Tanyan tightly after dividing it by two.

Then, as if he was still not satisfied, the man even untied the bath kerchief from his waist.

Seeing this scene, Qian Yan's eyes widened in surprise, and then he covered his eyes, for fear of seeing something spicy.

But curious what he wants to do, what is he going to do next?

So, like a curious child, there was a gap in the tip of his finger to peek at.

I saw that after the emperor untied the bath towel, she was actually wearing a pair of knee-high pants inside, and she was relieved.

Immediately afterwards, the man actually wrapped the bath towel on his body around her waist.

He watched the man do this.

As an emperor, this man has never served a woman.

It's not so much about putting a bath towel around her waist, but rather tying a bath towel around her waist, as long as it covers her skin.

Qian Yan was about to say that the man didn't tie his belt, but there was a force in his leg.

The man directly wrapped one hand around her legs and carried her onto her shoulders.

A moment later, the man bypassed one threshold after another and threw him directly into the bed tent in the inner room.

Tilt Yan lay on the bed, looking at the man standing beside the big bed.

He was looking down at her condescendingly.

Even at this time, he still had a cold expression, his eyes were sharp, and his kingly demeanor was undoubtedly revealed.

It's just that those mysterious ink pupils are scarlet.

After a while, the man lifted his feet and went to the bed, propped his hands on both sides of Tanyan, and looked down at Tanyan.

Ying Zhan raised her hand and held the woman's hot spring-soaked green silk behind her ear one by one.

It's just that cold fingers ran down her ear and slid back and forth on her snow-neck, and her voice was low and evil, "I heard that I haven't been here with you recently, and you seem to be happy every day?" ”

Although the man's tone was light and ordinary, he heard the feeling of danger approaching.

Even, still hear a hint of frustration?

She pulled her lips and said softly: "Your Majesty, don't ......"

Before he could speak, he was gagged by the man.

Ying Zhan slowly cut the woman's hands back, little by little higher than the woman's head, interlocking with her fingers, as if she wanted to clamp into her palm.

This night, the man forced him to say a lot of good things.

The apricot eyes are hazy, the fragrant sweat is dripping, the temples are messy, and he will say anything unbearable to him.

The emperor also threatened to lie to him, saying that if she deceived him again, she would never have a chance to lie to him again.

The next morning, when the sky was dark, the emperor woke up after a good night's sleep.

Opening his eyes, he first turned his head to look at the woman next to the pillow.

She was sleeping soundly in the crook of his arm, her nose flickering with her breathing.

The glimmer of the morning shone warmly on the woman's fair face.

The woman's skin can be blown and broken, and Ying Zhan can even see the tiny fluff on her skin.

One night passed, and the woman's face was full of spring, her cheeks were red, and her red lips were delicate.

Ying Zhan twitched her arm and prepared to get up and get out of bed.

Who knew that he only moved slightly, and the sleeping woman subconsciously hugged his waist and drilled into his arms.

The skin-to-skin kiss made Ying Zhan roll the sexy Adam's apple slightly, and when Junmu looked down, the whole person seemed to be ignited by fire.

With a long arm, he let the woman lie on his side in his arms.