burn heart with fire

At this time, Yin Wushang made a sudden move like lightning, and vigorously tapped the acupuncture point under Nuzhen's left shoulder blade.

He suddenly felt a fishy smell in his throat, but the other party raised Nuzhen's chin indifferently, and said quietly:

"You look beautiful--

Of course, I still don't want you to die. "

The words from ten years ago suddenly echoed in my mind like a magic voice.

"You were born beautiful."

Obviously it is the same praise, but now it makes people feel that they have fallen into Avici hell, and they are chilling.He gently raised Nuzhen's chin, rubbed Nuzhen's throat, and seemed to have nothing to do with light force, the fatal part was easily controlled by the palm of his hand, Nuzhen swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He believed that as long as Yin Wushang increased his strength a little, he would die immediately.

There was no room for him to refuse at all.

Yin Wushang smiled and left with a flick of his sleeves.

*

Life seems to have fallen into the ordinary for another ten years, and I really have the illusion that I am still staying in that small teahouse, but it is just a different place.

But have you ever had the liking of watching him secretly in the crowd of servants and not telling anyone.

one year later.

"Mute, sweep the floor of the east gate for me today." The floor sweeping servant on the same shift said to Nuzhen.

The mute, who was accustomed to bossing around and was wearing a blue servant uniform that had been washed to whitish, nodded slightly.

Nuzhen concentrated on sweeping the floor, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.With a burst of loud laughter, a group of servants surrounded a woman in a bright purple dress.The woman's oval face and willow-leaf eyebrows are very beautiful.

Yin Wushang then walked out from the porch of the east gate. It had been a long time since he had seen each other. At this moment, he was smiling like a spring breeze, and he put away all his hostility, as if he had regained the gentleness he had when we first met.

He quickly stepped forward to meet the woman, calling softly: Man Xi.

In the past few days, Wuji Palace has been extremely busy. Nuzhen heard from the errand servants around him that there seems to be a mistress in this palace.

"Hey, that long one is called a beautiful woman."

Before he finished speaking, the little servant saw the dumb face suddenly pale, tightened his fingers, and ran out with the broom.

It’s weird.

The slave who hurried out of the door happened to bump into Shen Manxi picking out servants in the courtyard, so he stepped up and walked around the group of servants with his head lowered.That Shen Manxi turned around twice and came back, raising her fingers a little higher: You, look up.

Nuzhen looked up at her, but she did not hide the astonishment in her eyes.

So Nuzhen finally waited for the day when he could see Yin Wushang every day.

It's just that during the day, he stood by his side, watching him and Shen Manxi as concubines with cold eyes.

At night, she had to endure Shen Manxi's provocations.The white jade feet tapped his chin lightly, and the warm water drops turned from hot to cold, hanging stagnantly on his cheeks, turning into an embarrassment that didn't drip.

When he got up early, a woman with a graceful figure touched his face, her long fingernails ran across his delicate red lips, and said: "Give this ginseng soup to Wushang."

When Nuzhen came in, Yin Wushang was painting Danqing.

Taking a sip of the ginseng soup, Yin Wushang saw this beautiful face and asked jokingly.

你 叫 什么 名字？

Nuzhen couldn't answer.

how?Dumb?

Always moody, he suddenly reached out and pinched Nuzhen's chin, as if to crush it.Nu Zhen endured the pain and looked back at him, his eyes calm.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at Nuzhen's face, and then said contemptuously in an inherently sarcastic tone, oh, I don't know who is dumb.

How is life in the palace?Which palace do you work in?

Oh, almost forgot, you can't speak.

Those who dare to deliberately approach the Palace Master generally have no good end, you should be glad that you just lost your voice.

Forget it, I can't even speak, so get out with the ginseng soup.

*

In the early morning, a group of maids filed into Wushang's room door, their skirts were half open, their long hair was scattered, and they seemed to put down their guards when they woke up.

The leading maid of some age waited on him to rinse his mouth and clean his face. The whole process was quiet and orderly, except for the sound of spitting water into the bowl.When everything was over, Wushang glanced under the quilt lightly——

It's the early erectile response.

The maid immediately understood, and a maid came out from behind her with unbuttoned breasts and slightly open breasts, revealing both white and tender breasts. Wushang stared at the breasts, but the maid was still standing there calmly, But Wushang did not move for a long time, her drooping eyelashes trembled, revealing the panic in her heart.

After a long time, there was a slight rustling sound from outside the window, and Wushang half-lyed on the bed and looked out the window.

The dumb man in the whitewashed servant uniform was sweeping the steps in front of the hall intently and indifferently, with a thin back, his slender hands occasionally wiped the sweat from his forehead, and fiddled with the broken hair on his forehead.

He was unaware of the gazes in the room.

Even in the early morning, cleaning such a huge yard still made the mute's sweat soak his clothes thinly.

Wushang raised his chin, that direction... The maid immediately understood, and the group went out.

Wushang still did not turn his head back, seeing the sweeping man surrounded by the crowd in the window, he was surprised for a moment, then followed the maid obediently without asking what was the matter.

He was taken to the bathroom in the bedroom, this bathroom was very close to Wushang's bedroom, only two rooms separated him.

The four maids began to take off his clothes skillfully and orderly. Nuzhen was obviously a little surprised, but he didn't say a word and obediently let others manipulate him.One maid took off his headband, another took off his coat, another took off his boots, and the other pulled off the tether of his obscene clothes, then he squatted down and took off his underwear. I am particularly sensitive to this, and if I have a conditioned reflex, I have to dial, and then stop awkwardly halfway.

How can you let yourself go.

For nearly 20 years, Nuzhen has never taken off her obscene clothes in front of others, because there is the most unspeakable mark there, but the maids seem to have not seen it, and the two tall wooden barrels are also filled at this time. After drinking steaming hot water, the maids pressed him lightly to signal him to sit in.

He stepped forward with his thin, white and tender thighs, and his beautiful feet, ankles, and calves were submerged in the water one by one.The maid brought a plate with exquisite bottles and jars, sprinkled essential oils and potions, and wiped his whole body quickly with silk.

As soon as his limbs were relieved by the heat mixed with the smell of herbs, he was immediately asked to transfer to another wooden barrel. Seeing the speed of the maids, he didn't dare to neglect a little bit, and stood up hastily. His behavior was watched by the head maid. In her eyes, the old maid sized him up a few more times, trying to gain some goodwill for him by knowing the times.

Hearing a "wow", he stood up from the water, his long hair covered his chest, revealing his back as smooth as bone china and his slender waist. Petal work.

The aroma in the barrel was overflowing, and he was a little dizzy in an instant. The aphrodisiac essential oil was very effective, and he soon turned pale and red, like soft mud spread on the side of the barrel. In order not to let himself slip into it, he used up all the He clasped the edge of the barrel with all his strength.The maid saw him half dead, two tall maids with their sleeves rolled up scooped him up, dried him carefully, covered him with a layer of gauze, and led him out one after the other.

Leading him, who was almost naked, towards Wushang's bedroom, even if he didn't understand what was going on, his bare feet on the cold floor became stiff instantly, and he couldn't move.The maid at the back pushed him vigorously, motioning him to move forward.The maid came to the door and stopped, knocked on the door three times, and there was a lazy "come in" from the room.The two maids brought Nuzhen to him, bowed their knees, and left without looking back.

Nuzhen still maintained his usual posture, standing in front of the collapse with his head down.Looking at the body under the tulle, Wushang couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Today, I was really eye-opened to this dumb man. It turns out that under the dull and rough clothes is such a beautiful landscape.

Wushang took a long time to look back and said, I didn't kill you back then, now, should I show you your loyalty?

Nuzhen felt the dangerous gaze above his head, and with trembling hands, he took off the light veil that did not serve as a shield at all, and walked until he collapsed.

He thought he should be willing.