The woman is not very virtuous, and the handsome man touches her hard

"Your hand was cut?"

Su Qianou looked at the hand stretched out in front of her eyes and raised her eyebrows, "Really."

Zhuang Yumian has beautiful hands.

As white as his flesh, faint blue lines can be vaguely seen under the skin, giving people the feeling of seeing elegant Yuzhu.

"Why didn't you tell me that such a beautiful hand was broken?"

Su Qianou grabbed his wrist, pulled him closer to her, grabbed his broken finger, and blew gently.

"Does it hurt?"

"After the princess's blow, it doesn't hurt anymore..." Zhuang Yumian's eyelashes trembled, and he was about to retract his hand.

But Su Qianou grabbed him domineeringly and said, "Then I'll blow on it more."

As he spoke, he started blowing it one after another.

The princess was blowing on his wound, and in front of General Ji and Prime Minister Jian. Even Zhuang Yumian, who was accepting gifts, couldn't help but blush, and a tingling sensation shot straight to his heart from between his fingers.

Ji Cangbo stared at the hands of the two, strong emotions swirling in his dark eyes, and jealousy arose in his heart.

I don’t know what happened between the princess and Zhuang Yumian in Qingyun Village. She actually dotes on him so much!

There was a small cut that was about to heal, but he couldn't see it unless he opened his eyes wide.

Which of the wounds he suffered on the battlefield was not deep enough to see the bone?

But they are all means to seduce the princess!

It's just acting like a spoiled child, who can't do that?

Ji Cangbo's chest heaved and he took a deep breath.

"Princess, I seem to have twisted my hand while looking for you today."

Su Qianou tilted her head and looked at him with ambiguous eyes.

"Are you injured too?"

Ji Cangbo let out a muffled "hmm" from his chest, and said weakly, "Black Hawk might have been worried about the princess, so he accidentally hurt me. Oh, by the way, Black Hawk is the Ferghana horse the princess gave me."

His voice is a nice low-pitched cannon.

But what I can say is...

[Master, Ji Cangbo is talking nonsense! He's slandering me! The rewards given by the system are absolutely top-notch! They understand human nature and know how to find their way home! There's no way they could hurt him! Even if they're both Ferghana horses, the one given by this system is many times better than the others.]

The Plundering God System is exciting and aggrieved. The rewards given are definitely not inferior products!

Su Qianou: "I know better than anyone that everything you give is good!"

"This is just a man's way of winning favor. Just watch, I'll make him apologize right away. You pamper me! I'll pamper you too!"

After talking to the system.

Su Qianou let go of Zhuang Yumian, "Where did you twist? Let me see."

Ji Cangbo curled his thin lips slightly, happy for his first victory in the battle.

"Princess, it's actually nothing."

Although he said it was nothing, he still stretched out his hand for her to see.

His palms were covered with calluses from years of holding guns, and like his own flesh, they exuded a strong hormonal scent.

The veins on the back of his hand were prominent, and his palm was wide. With a casual squeeze, he could wrap Su Qianou's hand in his palm. The joints and veins of his hand contained vigorous power.

"Is it really sprained?"

Su Qianou grabbed his hand and looked it over.

Because his skin color was relatively darker, Su Qianou's hands looked even more creamy, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

"Ah."

"Next time, there's no need to rush. A beautiful woman like me will always have a hero to save her wherever she goes! Even if there's no hero, I'll be my own hero! My fortune has just begun, how could I bear to die? Even if I die, I'll fake my death... 10 times!"

Ji Cangbo: ...

"You are my man, how could Black Hawk hurt you? That's too much!"

"It seems that the Black Hawk and your aura don't match. Why don't you give it back to me? I'll give you something else next time..." Su Qianou said.

Ji Cangbo suddenly came back to his senses, with a look of urgency in his eyes.

"Princess, I love Black Hawk! I don't want anything else but Black Hawk!"

"But Black Hawk hurt you."

"No, it's not Black Hawk. It's not Black Hawk's fault. It was my own carelessness."

Su Qianou stared at him with her sparkling eyes and raised her eyebrows.

Ji Cangbo's lips couldn't help but tremble:... As expected, not everyone can be a vixen.

A breeze blew by, causing his black robe to sway slightly.

The man seemed to have turned into a silent sculpture at this moment, leaving only embarrassment.

He stood up abruptly.

"I am going tocook."

Su Qianou stared at Ji Cangbo's back, a smile spreading in her eyes, containing stars and the moon, like a galaxy within reach on the ground.

Jian Yulou sat there with a faint smile on his face, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

The hand placed under the table was stroking the handkerchief when Su Qianou blew on Zhuang Yumian's fingers and when Su Qianou checked Ji Cangbo's sprain.

He could pick up any of the round, fat characters and touch them and know clearly what word it was.

If Su Qianou knew about this, he would definitely praise it: This move was born for mahjong.

After Ji Cangbo entered the kitchen.

Zhuang Yumian sat back down next to Su Qianou.

The seat that had just been taken away was returned so easily.

"General Ji has gone to prepare his own dinner. Isn't Prime Minister Jian going?" Zhuang Yumian asked.

Jian Yulou tucked the handkerchief back into his sleeve.

She looked at Zhuang Yumian with spring-like eyes and smiled warmly: "How about...Sir, come with me?"

"I want to accompany the princess!"

"But you are the master of this courtyard after all. I'm not familiar with the arrangement of things in the kitchen, and I'm afraid I might bump into something and damage it..."

He spoke politely and in a negotiating tone that was not offensive.

"I know your hand is injured, and you don't need to do anything. You just need to watch." Jian Yulou added.

What do you mean by unfamiliar? It’s just that I don’t want him to be alone with the princess!

Seeing that he had said this, Zhuang Yumian had no choice but to agree.

Ji Cangbo had already left, and now Jian Yulou wanted to take Zhuang Yumian away as well.

The courtyards in the suburbs are not as brightly lit as those in Shengjing.

It was dark here, and only the moonlight illuminated the yard.

"Come on, I'll go with you."

Zhuang Yumian's kitchen is very clean.

The candlelight was placed on the chopping board, lighting up the room clearly.

At first glance, there is a simple wood-burning stove, a bamboo cupboard, and fresh seasonal vegetables on the chopping board.

The most surprising thing is the firewood behind the stove.

There were no messy branches in the bundles of firewood. Each bundle was of the same length, and the thickness was bundled separately and stacked neatly.

At this time, Ji Cangbo had already started cooking.

When he was fighting outside, he once cooked personally to reward his personal soldiers.

But after eating the food he cooked, the soldiers all shook their heads and said it was delicious.

Yes, that's right.

He shook his head and said it was delicious.

Because he wanted to know everyone's feedback so much, he questioned them one by one with his red tassel spear.

After that, his personal guards never let him cook at all.

The princess is here tonight, and he plans to show off his skills.

The general with a cold face threw all the washed things into the pot...

Su Qianou took a look.

The rice was at the bottom, covered with water, with a few slices of dried wood ear mushrooms, an uncut eggplant, a few red peppers with the seeds removed, two scallions, and even two red dates and wolfberries floating on top.

Seeing Jian Yulou coming in, Ji Cangbo raised his chin with a wild look, covered the pot, and sat in front of the stove to prepare to light the fire.

"Prime Minister Jian, make your own food. Don't worry about mine. I don't plan to share it with you."

Jian Yulou: ...

He had already seen what was in the pot.

To be honest, he didn't miss it at all.