"Girl, you"

Yang Shifei smiled helplessly, reached out and touched her head: "It's a big night, what are you secretly tossing?" ”

Yuerui swallowed twice, and her little face was flushed: "My brother is hot, I want to help you. Extinguish fire. ”

"The fire is getting stronger and stronger."

Yang Shifei couldn't cry or laugh, and gently picked her up from under the bed.

Yuerui hurriedly propped up the bed with her hands and knees, for fear that she would press the wound.

"Brother, does it still hurt?"

"It's a lot more comfortable."

Yang Shifei hooked the bridge of her little nose: "Don't be so stiff, you can't hurt me." ”

Yuerui blinked her eyes: "But my brother's body is still hot." ”

"I guess it's the healing medicine on my body that is working."

Yang Shifei chuckled: "Your body is cold and cold, just let me continue to hold it." ”

Yuerui said glutinously: "My brother always likes to kiss the chests of those bad women, do you want to try it now?" ”

"Huh?"

"Isn't my brother very happy?"

Yuerui's face turned a little redder: "Now that you're injured, I want you to be more comfortable." ”

As she spoke, she casually took off her shirt, revealing her fair and slender figure, and hugged her gently.

The faint cold fragrance lingered in his nose, making Yang Shifei can't help but feel his heart.

Although it is a small purse, it is also provocative when rubbed on the face.

It's also milky.

"Brother."

Yuerui whispered shyly: "Don't dislike it." ”

Yang Shifei kissed her twice, and the kitten blushed with shame, lying in the shoulder socket and muttering again and again, and the cat's tail appeared behind the buttocks, gently sweeping back and forth.

After a while, the movement of the girl in her arms gradually decreased, until she made a soft and glutinous dream.

Yang Shifei hugged Yuerui back into his arms, packed up his scattered chest, looked at her cute sleeping face, and couldn't help but smile secretly.

Although the purse is not big, the reaction is really not small.

After a few fights, he fell asleep.

He was about to continue sleeping with the soft girl in his arms, when the door was quietly pushed open.

“.”

Yang Shifei was secretly puzzled, peeked sideways, and a graceful figure walked to the bed, stroking her skirt and sitting.

Although the room was dim, he only smelled a faint fragrance, and he knew that it was Luo Xian'er.

The eldest lady didn't make a sound, just sat silently and stretched out her hand to brush.

Yang Shifei felt his face being gently caressed.

As a few strands of hair scattered on his face, his lips were also lightly kissed.

"There's you. It's so nice."

An inaudible murmur, full of tenderness.

Luo Xian'er smiled faintly, leaned against the bed, and waited quietly with warm eyes.

Yang Shifei simply opened his eyes, raised his gaze, and just met him.

“.”

Luo Xian'er was stunned, and blushed a little: "Childe, you are awake all the time?" ”

Yang Shifei chuckled: "I just woke up, but I didn't expect you to enter the house just now." ”

"Then I. I'll leave first."

"No, you don't." Yang Shifei took her hand: "Everything outside has been settled?" ”

"Hmm."

Luo Xian'er said softly: "I don't have time to visit my son until now, it's not good for me." ”

Yang Shifei laughed: "You just came to see you as soon as you were free, how could I complain about you." ”

Hearing this, the eldest lady was slightly ashamed: "What I just said"

"I hear you."

Yang Shifei said gently: "Instead of sitting next to me, it's better to go into the quilt and sleep well." ”

Luo Xian'er hesitated: "But the injury on the son's body"

"I don't want to say anything else about my physique, it's tough and resistant." Yang Shifei also lifted the quilt slightly, revealing the moon in his arms: "Look at this girl, don't you sleep soundly." ”

Luo Xian'er couldn't help but laugh a little when she saw it: "It turns out that the civet sister is hiding here." ”

After laughing, she also let go of some worries, took off her skirt and embroidered shoes, and endured shame to burrow into the bed.

The eldest lady was just about to lie down, but she was quickly held and leaned on her shoulder.

"Childe?" Luo Xian'er tilted her head slightly: "Leaning like this, it will press the wound"

Yang Shifei smiled: "I'm not so haggard yet." ”

“.”

Luo Xian'er silently leaned closer.

The two were silent for a while, and Yang Shifei gradually tightened her grip on the girl's shoulders.

"If you have anything on your mind, you don't have to hide it, it's better to feel better when you say it."

"Childe is still so keen."

Luo Xian'er lowered her eyes: "Actually, over the years, the relationship between me and Emperor Liang has not been good. ”

Yang's mind moved slightly. By his side, Xian'er calls each other directly as 'Emperor Liang', not his father.

"Is it because of your mother's business?"

"Although it was not his own hands, the reason why my mother died was also because of his negligence and indulgence."

Luo Xian'er whispered: "At that time, I was full of resentment, so I would"

The words paused slightly, and turned into a light sigh: "But in the past three years of living outside, I more or less understand the difficulties.

If you want to maintain the stability of the country, not everything can go as expected, and even if you are the head of a country, there will be times when you can't help yourself. ”

At this point, Luo Xian'er was silent for a moment.

"Although I can understand his difficulties, I don't want to recognize him as a father after all."

Yang Shifei stroked his hair: "So, you have no interest in the identity of the 'empress'?" ”

"Part of it."

Luo Xian'er gradually closed her eyes: "But now that Emperor Liang has died, all grievances are no longer important. If only he could rest in peace without regrets. ”

The girl still seemed to be full of emotion, but she didn't say much, just silently buried her face in the shoulder socket.

Yang Shifei didn't speak anymore, stroking the girl's back hair, quiet and gentle.

"Childe."

"I'm here."

"Don't leave me in the future."

"I'm reluctant to go." Yang Shifei kissed him on the forehead: "You and I will live a long life and grow old together." ”

"Hmm"

There was no more conversation between the beds, and the two of them leaned closely on each other and slept peacefully.

In the early morning of the next day, there was a faint noise outside the inn.

Yang Shifei was slightly sober, saw that Luo Xian'er beside him was gone, and looked at the sky outside the window again.

Tens of thousands of soldiers and warriors are temporarily living in the capital, and there are many wounded, so naturally there will be some movement.

"Whew-"

He slowly sat up, and seeing that Yuerui was still sleeping sweetly in his arms, he gently put her back on the bed and lay down.

Yang Shifei got out of bed and moved his muscles. After a night of recuperation, the broken meridians in the body healed a lot.

"This filth has helped a lot."

Although the excessive cold has injured the body, it is also rapidly repairing.

This time back and forth, I even found that my physique had improved again, and my muscles and bones were stronger.

"A blessing in disguise?"

Yang Shifei stretched out his arms and let out a long breath, his eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the head of the bed again.

The magic knife still lay still, as if it was still asleep.

Thinking of the magic knife trying its best to help yesterday, he was a little worried in his heart, so he picked it up and sat down at the table.

"Are you alright?"

With a whisper, the magic knife trembled, and the red light flickered between the cracks.

It's just that the blade of the knife is slightly expanded, and bursts of cold air are diffused from it, and the flesh and blood in it are also weak, obviously very weak.

Yang Shifei frowned, and said in a low voice, "I'll help you." ”

Now about half of the cold qi in his body is consumed by healing, and he has enough room to help the magic knife relieve the pressure of filth.

As soon as the thought moved, bursts of cold qi quickly poured into the body from the knife.

Yang Shifei held back a trace of pain, but the magic knife in his hand trembled suddenly, and several cold water stains appeared from the gaps.

After spasming for a while, she split into large flesh meridians, trembling and crawling up half of her arm.

"Puff. Chirp."

Flesh and blood are intimately entangled, and they are sizzling.

As the cold gradually withdrew, the flesh and blood of these magic knives became warmer and warmer, rubbing and licking back and forth, and the crispy and numb feeling made people's hearts itch slightly.

Until the last wisp of excess filth was sucked away, the magic knife twitched for a while, and then softened.

Yang Shifei exhaled lightly, and said, "Do you want to drink some more blood?" ”

“.”

The magic knife split out a piece of broken blade and shook it, and licked it gently in the palm of his hand, as if to persuade the master to take care of his injuries.

Yang Shifei's heart flowed warmly.

This knife knows how to care about people very well.

It's just—

He looked at the table full of slime and couldn't help but smile.

The amount of water produced by this knife is really talented.

As if sensing his thoughts, the flesh and blood of the magic knife sucked harder, and even climbed up to his shoulders and rubbed gently against his side neck—

Poof, as if kissing.

“.”

(End of chapter)