After not hearing a sound for a long time, Bai Zisu opened his eyes suddenly, and crashed into a pair of dark eyes like a secluded pool at the bottom of the river.

After a slight stagnation of breathing, Bai Zisu quickly bit his lip and asked with a smile: "Since you came to see a good show, why do you still have this expression, is it because you feel sorry for me?" ”

I feel sorry for a ghost, looking at his heavy appearance, I am very disappointed to see that she was not killed.

"I'm really tired of it." Bai Zisu said slowly, spitting out the words slowly, bringing out a faint breath.

She didn't know why she was saying this to him, and it seemed that the moment she saw him, she felt so tired. I was so tired that I didn't have the strength to fight with him.

Just thought it was so good that he came. Whether it's to mend the knife or come to see the jokes, this fight is always over.

The corners of Lu Wenmao's lips moved slightly, wanting to say something, but seeing her swaying body, he swallowed back the words that came to his mouth, and stretched out his hand to pull her down.

"I'm dirty, Lu Zhongcheng has always been clean, it's better to stay away from me." Bai Zisu's voice became smaller and smaller, his brain seemed to be confused, and his reaction became more and more sluggish.

Before she finished speaking, Lu Wenmiao had already held her hand. It was her injured hand, the wooden board on which it was fixed had long since been broken, and the wound that had not yet healed was torn open, and the satin wrapped around her finger was covered with blood and mud.

Lu Wenmiao looked at her paws, his face was a little ugly, and he clenched silently, but found that her fingers had always been edged, even if he held them, he was as supportive as possible, unwilling to touch his palms, as if he was afraid of soiling his hands and sleeves.

"The court dress is majestic, and you can't get bloody." Bai Zisu shook his hand lightly and smiled and motioned for him to let go of himself.

Lu Wenmiao was in a panic, his grip tightened, and he was about to go outside with her.

However, as soon as he turned around, there was a "bang" behind him, and the person on the bluestone actually fell straight from it.

"You ......" Lu Wenmiao looked at her in shock, it was difficult to connect the dying woman on the ground with the ruffian little overlord on the bluestone.

No wonder she sat there all the time, not moving. I'm afraid that the strength inside has long been exhausted, leaving only the empty shell that shocks everyone.

"Look at you, when will you be gentle......" Bai Zisu took a breath and grinned: "My good image is gone." ”

It's all like this, and I didn't forget to tease him.

Lu Wenmiao frowned, leaned down to support her back, and hugged her in his arms.

"I don't want you, I want Mei Niang to hug me." Bai Zisu hummed, and subconsciously struggled, as if what he had on him was not a court dress, but a needle felt.

"Leave it to the servant." Mei Niang saw what she meant, and hurriedly stepped forward, reaching out to take the person from Lu Wenmiao's arms: "Son's clothes will be worn to the palace tomorrow morning, and it won't be good if they get dirty." ”

"Where's the dirt?" Lu Wenmiao turned sideways, and didn't even look at Mei Niang's outstretched hand.

Bai Zisu was stunned, stopped moving, stayed quietly in his arms, and opened his eyes to see him. Seeing that his face was expressionless, he suddenly muttered in a low voice: "Lu Wenmiao." ”

"What are you calling me?" The face of the man above his head sank.

"Nothing." Bai Zisu chuckled, hurriedly grabbed his placket and buried his face in his arms. The smell of agarwood is still good, better than blood.

It's just that the agarwood incense is light, and it can't compete with the strong blood on her body, and it dissipates when you suck your nose. Bai Zisu had no choice but to sniff here and there, one moment he stuffed his head into his big sleeve, and the other he got back into his arms.

Looking at the blood stains that were rubbed everywhere on his body, the corners of Lu Wenmao's mouth couldn't help twitching.

"You're not dirty." Bai Zisu pulled the placket of his shirt, carefully showed one eye from behind, and saw that his face was not good-looking, and he grinned back again.

This person is not very good-tempered when he is good-tempered, and once he touches it, she should not let him go easily. Who told him to die if he was usually bad, and he didn't secretly rub his revenge, how could he vent the hatred in his heart.

"Childe." Pei Rong stood at the door and looked at them, his face already darkened.

Lu Wenmiao has always adhered to etiquette and religion, and he can't tolerate presumptuous people who go beyond the rules, especially women. originally thought that Lu Wenmiao would kill the demon girl in a fit of anger when he saw the little hooves splashing. Who knew that Lu Wenmiao was not angry, but protected the demon girl in his arms.

If Little Hoof didn't have the ability to confuse the Lord, she wouldn't believe the scene in front of her at all.

It seems that they underestimated this so-called "nothing" concubine, and the fox was draped in rabbit fur, which made them negligent to such an extent. It's a pity that the timid rabbit kneeling under the hall will never return.

"How to deal with such an insulting woman to serve everyone, the son should know better than the servant."

As he spoke, Pei Rong lowered his eyes and looked at the house slave on the ground, with a little coercion in his tone, and reminded in a low voice: "If you don't punish it severely, then whoever makes a mistake in the future can be so rampant, what rules does the Lu Mansion have?" ”

"That's right. I just don't know who the rampant people in this house are. Lu Wenmiao lowered his eyes indifferently and glanced at the ground, but what he saw was not a house slave, but a blood-stained whip on the side.

The barbs on the whip reflected the light between the blood, and the eyes hurt to the ground. Unconsciously, the palm of his hand touched the back of the person in his arms, where the flesh and blood were blurred, and the scars were intertwined, obviously not as simple as a few hits.

I'm afraid that Bai Zisu didn't have the intention of resisting at first, probably because he realized that something was wrong, so he jumped up and fought hard with these people.

Sensing his gaze, Pei Rong's heart trembled for some reason.

Although she is a maidservant in the house, because she has been with the old woman for many years, Lu Wenmiao also respects her and gives three points. Therefore, in all these years, she has never seen Lu Wenmiao's cold look. The killing intent is raging all over his body, and it is terrifying.

"I thought you knew that I had a habit of leading troops for a long time, and that was to protect my shortcomings. But anything that is mine, even if it is rotten, should not be touched by outsiders. Lu Wenmiao's voice was calm.

Pei Rong was startled, and hurriedly knelt on the ground: "It's the servant's fault." I heard that the son took the concubine out of the house, the old lady was very worried, and the maid just wanted to share the worries of the old lady, so she committed the taboo of the son. Please also ask the son to read for the sake of the inignorance of the servant, and forgive the servant. ”