The main room was steaming, and the warm soup flowed through most of the room.

The wooden bath tub of Samnan was sturdy and heavy, and there were three middle-aged male servants in front of him before they were carried into the wing, which would be treated violently and scattered on the ground.

The screen is only used for shelter, it is not strong, and on both sides it is a thin plain paper, on which are painted trees, stones, flowers, trees, colorful clouds and birds, which will be knocked to the ground, and the delicate painting will be immersed in the water, fainted, and the previous elegance and chic will no longer be lost.

In short, the originally neat wing room was in shambles.

Mother, this man's destructive power can be described as amazing, he was angry and crushed the ginseng nanmu! Before Fu Qing could react, he was caught by a big hand like a shrimp jumping around.

"Isn't it good?"

Fu Qing clutched the robe in his hand, trying to cover his delicate skin. She clearly saw that Jiang was jumping with angry fire from Ao's black eyes, and his eerie and cold tone was tantamount to asking her, is it not good to live.

She was first surprised, then examined, then pondered, and finally asked indifferently,

"Are you angry? Why? Is it because I told the truth and made you angry? ”

The head is much lower, and it will still be sour.

There are always things that you can't let out.

Jiang Congao didn't miss her expression, and a trace of understanding crossed his eyes.

Qing'er is still Qing'er, and she is tough in her bones. Thinking that year, the little girl who was only five years old was forced to practice martial arts because the old man insisted on forcing her to practice martial arts, and she went on a hunger strike for three days, and no one could persuade her.

Usually, it seems that there is always a compromise. Once something is decided, no one can screw her.

Jiang Cong Ao stepped out of the battlefield without gunpowder smoke and lightly placed Fu Qing on the bed. I found a clean towel from the side, pinch by hand, and carefully dried the water in the soft hair.

Through the towel, gently rubbing, with a slight warmth, not at all like a rough man. Fu Qing didn't understand for a long time why Fu Ning was always different from the old man and senior brother.

In the Foggy Valley, all men except her were men, and whenever the old man and Senior Brother Fu Chen handled her hair, they either hurt her or combed her braids in a weird way. The old man was very impatient at that time, and he was afraid of trouble, so he threatened to twist her hair several times. Later, Fu Ning came and took over the burden, and the old man finally let her go.

Just like at this time, the care and love that seems to treat treasures are always overflowing with warmth and warmth, which will make her unable to let go.

For a while, there was less tension in the room.

Jiang Congao quickly noticed that the woman in his arms raised a thorny edge of warning, and a clear smile flashed in her dark eyes.

"Qing'er, if you put wet clothes on your body, you will catch a cold."

The warm breath on the top of his head, and the fresh breath around his body after the rain, such a gentle offensive, Fu Qing could no longer hold a-for-tat attitude.

She lowered her eyes, her eyes were unconsciously stained, and she said with some dejection,

"You turn around, I'll do it myself."

Jiang Congao was not deliberately embarrassed, handed over another piece of handkerchief, and turned his back calmly.

Fu Qing was indeed uncomfortable wearing a wet satin robe, and the soaked satin robe left a lot of water stains on the bed, so she threw the satin robe on the ground and wiped the dew on her body with a towel handkerchief.

Her eyes were extremely complex, and she looked at the straight blue back in front of her.

The satin robe was just wet, but she didn't feel cold. When Fu Ning wiped her hair, she could feel the warmth coming down from the top of her head and dipping into her limbs and five bones, so that she could still be warm under the wet clothes.

Looking at the previous strength, and then urging the internal strength for her to keep warm, his injury was almost better, and the poison was also relieved by six or seven points, and it only took one more day to get rid of the pain of tearing out his heart and bones.

The posture of the man standing there was like a bamboo under the clear breeze and the moon. It seems to be cold and bland, and it is shrouded in the soft light of the moonlight, which makes the body sharp and disappear a lot, accompanied by the slight caress of the intoxicating breeze, and the confusion is confusing.

Fu Qing's slight pause did not escape someone who pricked up his ears and listened to the movement behind him.

"Are you alright?"

Jiang asked in a low voice as warm as Ao Quan's water, but while he was still asking, he had already turned around. Fu Qing quickly pulled up the soft futon and wrapped it firmly around himself like a cocoon, leaving only a small head exposed.

There was a trace of shame on her face, and she glared at Jiang Congao fiercely.

The woman's face showed a seductive ruddy, and her eyes were slightly rippling, as if she was full of girl's shame and affection, and she wanted to say goodbye. Just one glance makes people's hearts feel awe-inspired, and the haze in their hearts can be swept away.

"Qing'er."

Jiang Congao walked over and held the silkworm cocoon in his arms, the joy that could not be concealed in his dark eyes. Its voice is pure, like warm water like beautiful jade.

"I like you."

Fu Qing was confused by his sudden love words, and Bai Yu's ears were also dyed red. But soon a different color floated over his face, raised his eyebrows, and asked mockingly,

"Do you say the same thing to your Yun'er?"

Jiang Congao shook his head in disagreement, leaned into her ear, and whispered,

"Li Qiyuan is my father's old subordinate, who has followed his father to fight for many years, and he can speak well in the imperial court. The Jiang family's momentum in the capital is too strong, the wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it, I failed Li Manyun, causing the two families to break up and cut off one arm, which is a means of self-preservation. ”

Fu Qing's heart tightened, and after being silent for a long time, he asked hesitantly,

"Between you and Li Manyun, is it fake?"

"You still don't want to believe me." Jiang Congao looked at her sadly, his eyes were full of astringency, "After so many years, have I ever lied to you?" How do I treat you, you really don't know anything in your heart? ”

Fu Qingwang saw the pain of not being trusted in his eyes, and couldn't help but be frightened, his heart was like a heavy boulder, a little uncomfortable, and he unconsciously turned his gaze to the side, not daring to look at him.

In a moment, the little face was pulled back by a powerful force.

Sakuraguchi was covered with thin lips with the power of thunder, and with the complex feelings of anger, pain, attachment, and obsession, the hot tongue pried open the woman's teeth, and invaded and swept through the warm field.

The scorching breath invaded the woman's senses, stirring her juice, as if it was about to blend with her breath, inseparable.

Fu Qing's slender hands need to hold the futon tightly so that it does not fall down the smooth skin. At this time, he stretched out a hand in vain to resist.

But before the soft grass fell, it was held in the hands of the man, and she used her skill so that she could neither break free nor resist.

Fu Qing's mind was on fire, and the intertwining movements stole her thoughts, making her delirious, and even struggling to become limp.

The fiery kiss became long and delicate, along the white and delicate neck, little by little, pushing the numb touch downward.

Fu Qing didn't think that his refusal would expose more delicate skin, and in this way, it became a breakthrough for the man to attack.

The white and tender fragrant shoulders fell with fine and dense bites, mixing anger and pity, bringing a little pain, but more importantly, it was a strange itch from the bones.

In the confusion, Fu Qing didn't notice that the futon used for concealment had fallen leisurely.