Xiangye wants to brush the sense of existence

When he was about to tie the knot at the end, Zhuge Yi ignored how weird his body was, and he suddenly groaned.

Nan Puyue was taken aback, raised her head, looked at his pale lips, and asked tentatively, "Is it too tight?"

He shook his head, his voice was hoarse, but he said pitifully, "Xiao Yue~ it hurts so much."

"pain?"

He nodded.

Nan Puyue looked at him suspiciously, why didn't she cry out for the blood shed just now, and only cried out now that it was wrapped up, really doubting whether it was true or not.

Without waiting for him to ask, Zhuge Yi said calmly: "Three inches below the wound." He raised his hand to touch his chest, which is where his heart is... "It hurts here."

Three seconds later, Nan Puyue reacted immediately, and suddenly withdrew her hand, looking at him with embarrassment in her eyes and face.

Zhuge Yi also looked at Zhuge Yue, and asked with pitiful eyes, "Are you still blaming me?"

Don't start, he didn't answer.

Zhuge Yi continued: "I really didn't intend to harm you, on the contrary, I stayed here purely out of wanting to protect you." After a pause, he said again with determination, "Let me stay here Stay by your side, I promise, I won't do anything wrong to you."

Won't you do something sorry for him?Why does he sound so awkward?Nan Puyue was already very tired, she didn't want to study his reason for coming any more, she waved her hand and said, "Forget it, it's best not to let me get hold of it, otherwise..." Looking back at him deeply, she sighed. Said, "It's not as simple as a sword."

Nodding in relief, his eyelids suddenly felt a little heavy, the sword was really hard, and although it wasn't fatal, it almost knocked off half of him. At this moment, Zhuge Yi raised his hand and pulled down the black hairband on his head. poured out, and said with a tired tone: "Xiaoyue, I'm so sleepy, let's rest."

From being stabbed to now, he has indeed been trying to stay awake. At this time, he has no strength and just wants to have a good sleep.

After tidying up everything, Nan Puyue supported him to lie on the couch, and as soon as he lay down, Zhuge Yi closed his eyes, probably due to the wound causing the sleepiness.

After taking off the coat pinned to his waist and covering the quilt for him, soon, the sound of even breathing sounded. Nan Puyue lowered her head with a complicated expression on her face. He looked at this man, looked at his evil eyes, pale His lips, and that mouth that would always please him, gradually frowned, no matter how he looked at him, he felt that he had the shadow of that person.

There is an inexplicable attraction, and I can't help but want to take off his mask to see what happened, so he slowly stretched out his hand...

At this moment, he was about to touch it, but stopped suddenly. Out of inner anxiety, he didn't want to be that kind of villain behind his back, so he withdrew his hand and dismissed the idea.

Seeing that his hair was a little wet from the rain, he worried about causing a fever, so he took a dry cotton cloth and dried his hair one by one.

"No matter what, I owe you this." Nan Puyue wiped his hair for him, and said slowly, not sure if he listened.

Time is passing by, and in a distant place, there is a watchman's drum piercing through the thick night, echoing in the huge mansion, like a boat in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, the ripples caused by shuttles on the river, slow but Firm, the voice is so long, like an ancient and distant folk song, interpreting the unique charm and long history of Jingzi.

But at this moment, a black carriage came in front of the gate of Right Prime Minister's Mansion. When it stopped at the gate, a strong coachman dressed in dark blue jumped out of the carriage. He was dressed very ordinary, but his eyes were very strange. The sharp, sharp knife light shot into his eyes, he narrowed his eyes, and soon the gate guard came over to him.

"What are you doing?"

asked a guard.

The coachman approached with a serious face, and after whispering to him, the guard stepped aside suspiciously.

As the carriage was slowly entering the mansion, in a guest room here, a middle-aged man in a brown brocade robe was sitting in front of a long mahogany table, sitting upright, sipping tea casually, and sitting beside him was a peach The woman in the red gauze wide-breasted skirt, I saw that the woman was dressed extremely charmingly, with a large area of ​​her breasts exposed, and the deep breast|grooves tight on the front, I am afraid that even a man would not be able to resist it.

The two chatted from time to time. An exquisite teapot was quietly placed on the table. There was a wisp of steam coming out of the spout. Pot after pot, the person who can make the two of them wait so patiently must be a distinguished guest.

"I'll see you later, remember what I told you, you must take good care of me."

The woman nodded, with a submissive look, and then said in a soft voice: "Father, don't worry, Lingxiu has recorded everything."

He let out a long breath, and the middle-aged man touched her shoulder with a very satisfied look. This woman always makes him feel at ease when doing things. She is calm, courageous, and resourceful. Most importantly, Will please men.

That's right, the male is Xiao Liao and the female is Zuo Lingxiu.

At this time, a young servant came in and reported in a low voice: "My lord, the man is here."

Xiao Liao slightly raised his eyebrows, waved his hand, and said in a low voice, "Please come in."

After talking, he got up, put on a happy expression, and walked to the door, Zuo Lingxiu followed behind him with small steps, his head bowed in embarrassment.

The servant brought someone here, and saw that the man was wearing a fine navy blue satin gown, but even the best clothes would not look good on him, his neck was thick and short, and his belt hung down on his abdomen. He is a middle-aged man with a wide waist, a fat head and big ears.

"Haha, Third Prince, it's been a long time, please come in quickly."

Xiao Liao gave him a little courtesy, and raised his hand to invite him into the room while talking with a smile.

But Wu Zhichong didn't respond right away, he stared at the coquettish woman next to Xiao Liao who was nakedly dressed from a few steps away, and at this moment he sized up with lecherous eyes, it seemed that Hun'er had already been seduced by her.

"This is..." Wu Zhichong frowned, looking left and right, as if he wanted to see his face clearly.

"This is the adoptive daughter I adopted a year ago." Xiao Liao introduced with a smile, and then deliberately put on a serious look and said to Zuo Lingxiu in a deep voice, "I haven't seen the third prince yet."

Zuo Lingxiu kept her head down. Hearing this, she immediately replied with a sweet smile and salute: "Little girl Lingxiu, I have met the Third Prince."

The voice is sweet and pleasant, presumably the appearance is not much different, Wu Zhichong smiled from ear to ear: "Okay, good, very good."

And his voice already had a nasal sound, and he made no effort to hide his lust, it seemed that he was delusional.