Vicious female supporting role, gender male

The bed in this room was already occupied by that woman, since Feng Rugui wanted two rooms, Jiang Wuqi thought for a while, in order to make him sleep more comfortably, he picked him up and sent him to the next room.

He put Feng Rugui on the bed, about to take off the cloud-capped brocade shoes on his feet, and he wanted to take off his clothes. At this moment, Feng Rugui suddenly opened his eyes, which were hazy It seemed to be looking at him, and it seemed to be looking at others through him.

Jiang Wuqi pulled the thin quilt to cover Feng Rugui, but Feng Rugui murmured, "I hurt so much..."

Feng Rugui, who catches the eye, wrinkled his face, completely lacking the peerless appearance he had when he was awake, smiling calmly, like a child who has been wronged all the time.

Hearing this, Jiang Wuqi couldn't help asking with concern: "Where does it hurt?"

Feng Rugui didn't answer, closed his eyes again, curled up into a ball, and fell asleep.

Feng Rugui's sleeping posture full of defense should be due to some misfortune he has encountered before?

Jiang Wuqi stood in front of Feng Rugui's bed for a long time before returning to the original room and guarding the woman.

The crow on the table couldn't get out of the cage. After tossing for a while, it didn't move. It tilted its head, then buried its head in the pitch-black feathers, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

Jiang Wuqi brushed the ground with his clothes, sat down and meditated.

After another two hours, he sealed the doors and windows with his power, and went out to get medicine.

After pouring the second bowl of decoction, the woman still showed no signs of waking up, Jiang Wuqi checked the woman's breath, then withdrew his hand and continued to meditate.

At sunrise, the internal energy had already circulated for a whole week, Jiang Wuqi stood up, walked to the side of the woman's bed, saw that she had improved a little, and was not as weak as before, so he opened the door again and went to see her. Feng is at home.

He felt pity for Feng Rugui's cry of distress last night, and was also afraid of Feng Rugui's grinding addiction, so he couldn't help speeding up his pace.

He was still two steps away from the door of Feng Rugui's room, but the door was abruptly separated on both sides. Feng Rugui, who was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, looked back at him and said with a bright smile, "Jiang Wuqi, it would be nice for you to draw eyebrows for me." ?”

Last night, Feng Rugui's pitiful posture was still in front of his eyes, and now Feng Rugui has returned to his usual appearance, Jiang Wuqi felt relieved, and said: "The poor can't thrush."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know how to thrush." ​​Feng Rugui said indifferently, "If the Taoist priest ruins my makeup, I'll just do it again."

Jiang Wuqi shook his head and said, "The poor really don't know how to thrush."

"Daozhang, I'm sorry to bother you." Feng Rugui stretched out a hand towards Jiang Wuqi, and on the fingertips was a piece of green sparrow head. The green sparrow head was dark gray and was produced in the Western Regions. It was his favorite One of the commonly used thrush ink.

Seeing Jiang Wuqi standing outside the door, unwilling to come in, he moved his body, came to Jiang Wuqi, grabbed his right hand, and stuffed Qingque Toudai in.

Jiang Wuqi lowered his head and glanced at Qingque Toudai in his palm, and said helplessly: "Poverty really doesn't know how to thrush."

Feng Rugui put a finger against Jiang Wuqi's lips, and chuckled lightly: "Master Daoist, you really don't refuse people, so don't blame me for oppressing you..."

He paused for a moment, his willow-leaf eyes glowed brightly, and he pursed his lips and said, "You have to paint today, or you have to paint if you don't paint."

After finishing speaking, he dragged Jiang Wuqi abruptly to the front of the bronze mirror, sat down by himself, looked up at Jiang Wuqi's embarrassed expression, feeling indescribably happy in his heart.

Jiang Wuqi wanted to put down the blue bird head Dai, but Feng Rugui grabbed his wrist and rubbed the back of his hand carefully.

Feng Rugui's attitude softened again, and she said with a smile: "I'm sorry to bother you, Daoist."

This Feng Rugui used both hard and soft, but Jiang Wuqi couldn't help it, in the end he still clings to the green sparrow head Dai as Feng Rugui's thrush.

Jiang Wuqi didn't know that blue bird's head, let alone draw eyebrows for others, no matter how careful he was, he couldn't avoid drawing those eyebrows crookedly.

Feng Rugui lightly tapped the inside of Jiang Wuqi's wrist and said, "This green sparrow head is very expensive, but compared to gold, Daoist, you have wasted so much, how can you compensate me?"

Jiang Wuqi had no possessions, and the silver he carried with him was only enough for him to stay and eat, there was absolutely nothing superfluous. Unexpectedly, the green bird's head in his hand was so expensive that he really couldn't afford to pay for it.

Seeing Jiang Wuqi's slight embarrassment, Feng Rugui couldn't help laughing and said: "Master Dao, you are so easy to deceive, maybe one day you will be deceived by people and things together."

Jiang Wuqi asked suspiciously: "What can I deceive the poor?"

Feng Rugui's gaze moved Jiang Wuqi from his brows to his toes, then he suppressed his smile and said seriously: "I think there is nothing you can't lie to, Daoist Master."

Jiang Wuqi immediately denied it and said, "The poor don't think so."

"Then just treat it as my discerning eye." Feng Rugui pinched Jiang Wuqi's right wrist, and went to paint his own right eyebrow, while painting, he asked, "What's wrong with that girl?"

Jiang Wuqi replied, "It's better."

"That's good." After Feng Rugui drew his right eyebrow, he let go of Jiang Wuqi's right wrist, and went to get a little facial balm, spread it on his cheeks, after applying the facial balm, he went to apply that lip balm.

While smearing, Jiang Wuqi caught a glimpse of Feng Rugui's snow-white teeth, and somehow remembered that when the two of them were in the mass grave, Feng Rugui accidentally stained the surface of his teeth with the blood from his fingertips, and then took out the black ink. A silk handkerchief was given to him, but he tore the silk handkerchief in two and used it to bind Feng Rugui's palms.

Right now, Feng Rugui's palms are still covered with the veils he bandaged for him, and the two colored veils make the back of Feng Rugui's hands with dark blue meridians slightly protruding pale and weak.

When bandaging, Feng Rugui's palms were already scabbed, and according to Feng Rugui's recovery speed, the scabs should have almost fallen off by now, why did he still keep the veil that he bandaged for him?Could it be that the palms are different?

Thinking of this, Jiang Wuqi stretched out his hand to pull the handkerchief on Feng Rugui's palm, but Feng Rugui suddenly pinned down his fingers.

Jiang Wuqi insisted: "Pindao wants to see how your palms are doing."

Feng Rugui refused: "No need, these palms have already recovered."

Jiang Wuqi asked: "Then why don't you remove the veil?"

Feng Rugui smiled ambiguously and said, "Of course it's because the Taoist priest bandaged this veil for me, and I'm reluctant to remove it."

Jiang Wuqi didn't believe it, with a touch of his fingertips, the handkerchief on Feng Rugui's left palm shattered into countless pieces and fell to the ground.

The exposed left palm was covered with blood scabs, and there was no new injury, Jiang Wuqi tapped the veil on the right palm again, Feng Rugui couldn't stop it, so he had to hide the right palm in the sleeve of his clothes.

"You don't need to hide anymore, the poor Taoist has already seen it." Jiang Wuqi looked at Feng Rugui's eyebrows and sighed, "Did that addiction reappear last night? Why didn't you tell the poor Taoist?"

Feng Rugui said strangely: "Last night, the addiction wasn't that bad, I survived it, what are you talking about?"

Jiang Wuqi was at a loss for words, but after a while, he shook Feng Rugui's wrist, looked carefully at the right palm, and said, "Next time, don't suffer by yourself."

Feng Rugui was stunned, and teased: "It turns out that the Taoist priest likes to be sucked by me so much."

Just as Jiang Wuqi was about to reply, there was a sudden commotion outside, probably because the severed wrist lying on the bluestone slab in the narrow alley opposite was found.

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Rouge is divided into face fat and mouth fat (lip fat)

Practicing color is white, which also refers to beauty, or the beautiful appearance of those who have cultivated Tao Chapter 15: The Road to Huangquan Part [-]

Jiang Wuqi went to the window and opened it, looking around, there were really many people crowded in the narrow alley.

I don't know who reported to the official, two yamen servants came in a hurry not far away. Seeing this, the spectators spread out to both sides, leaving an aisle for the yamen servants to enter.

Suddenly, Jiang Wuqi's fingertips were touched by something. He looked sideways and saw that it was Feng Rugui. Feng Rugui supported his chin with his left hand and propped his elbow on the window sill. His right hand bitten by himself rubbed against it. Jiang Wuqi's fingers.

Jiang Wuqi suddenly felt itching between his fingers, and suddenly withdrew his hand, but Feng Rugui grabbed his little finger again.

Looking at the situation opposite, Feng Rugui kneaded Jiang Wuqi's little finger for a while, then opened his mouth to hold it again.

Jiang Wuqi originally focused all his attention on the opposite side, but was drawn by Feng Rugui's warm mouth and tongue, so he had to look back and look at Feng Rugui instead.

Feng Rugui hadn't tied his hair yet, his black hair was scattered and spread out on his back, covering his loose back placket firmly, and he never repainted the tip of the left eyebrow, which was left crooked.

Feng Rugui's appearance is not vulgar, and the tip of the brow does not detract from its elegance at all, but Jiang Wuqi said apologetically, "Have you never painted the tip of the brow again?"

With Jiang Wuqi's tail finger in his mouth, Feng Rugui's voice was vague and sticky, like newly brewed honey: "The tip of the brow was drawn for me by you, Taoist priest, how can I be willing to draw it again?"

Jiang Wuqi didn't know how to respond, so he opened his mouth and said, "Did you relapse into that addiction?"

Feng Rugui didn't answer, but kept licking Jiang Wuqi's little finger.

Jiang Wuqi didn't rush, and waited patiently for Feng Rugui to bite his fingertips and suck blood from them.

Feng Rugui licked that little finger until it was dripping with water, then spat it out and said with a smile: "It tastes good."

Jiang Wuqi was puzzled and said, "Don't you need to drink blood?"

"I can't help it when I see you." Feng Rugui took out an ink-colored silk handkerchief, and slowly wiped the body fluid stained on Jiang Wuqi's tail finger, "But right now, the addiction hasn't come up, I lick it for a while. That's enough."

After Feng Rugui finished wiping, he attracted a will-o'-the-wisp to ignite the silk handkerchief, then hugged Jiang Wuqi's waist, buried his head in his heart, and took a deep breath.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Wuqi was worried, but Feng Rugui pushed him away the next moment.

Jiang Wuqi was caught off guard, couldn't help but staggered, nearly fell to the ground, helped himself to the window sill, and just stood still.

But Feng Rugui had already returned to the bronze mirror, combed his hair with ox horns, and tied a fallen horse bun.

Feng Rugui's waist was still covered with a line of black ties, but after pulling up his hair, his narrow waist was revealed again.

He stood up, walked in front of Jiang Wuqi unhurriedly, and handed him a pearl hairpin.

This pearl hairpin is of ordinary shape, the slender body of the hairpin is made of silver, without carvings, only a pearl is inlaid on the top.

Jiang Wuqi didn't pick it up, but Feng Rugui said softly, "Can I trouble the Taoist priest to insert the pearl hairpin for me?"

Jiang Wuqi couldn't bear Feng Rugui's entangled eyes that were as soft as spring water, so he had to take the pearl hairpin and insert it into the center of the falling horse bun.

The pearls are shiny, making Feng Rugui's red dress less eye-catching than usual, much softer.

Feng Rugui frowned, Jiang Wuqi thought he was hurting Feng Rugui, and hurried to get the pearl hairpin, but Feng Rugui held down the back of his hand.

Feng Rugui then clasped Jiang Wuqi's wrist, whispered to his ear, "Jiang Wuqi, that girl has woken up."

Listening carefully, there was indeed some slight movement behind the wall, but Jiang Wuqi didn't notice it at all just now.

After Feng Rugui finished speaking, he let go of Jiang Wuqi and walked ahead.

The woman really woke up, she didn't know where she was, and immediately got off the bed in a hurry, she didn't think, it was because of her weakness, before she took a step, she fell to the ground, no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't get up Unfit.

Panting lowly, she suddenly heard footsteps, and said in a trembling voice: "Don't hit my family, don't hit my family, my family will be obedient, and my family will never dare to disobey your husband's will again."

Seeing the woman hanging her head timidly, the two knew that her husband was definitely not a kind person.

Jiang Wuqi went straight to the woman, and said softly, "Poverty will definitely not hurt the girl, so please rest assured, girl."

The woman realized that the voice did not belong to her husband, she looked up tremblingly, and saw that it was a Taoist priest with warm brows and eyes, who was quite fairy-like, she was startled, then kowtowed straightly, her face cracked With his forehead on the ground, he said, "Thank you, Daoist, for saving my family's life."

Jiang Wuqi replied: "Girl, there is no need to be too polite, just get up quickly."

The woman was able to get off the bed only with a desperate effort, but at this moment, she couldn't get up at all.

"Offended." Jiang Wuqi noticed this, stretched out his hand to help the girl to lie down on the bed, and said, "Girl, you'd better take a rest."

The woman's fingertips brushed Jiang Wuqi's arm inadvertently, she nodded and said, "Thank you, Daoist."

Feng Rugui glanced at the woman, and plucked a piece of dewy green brocade from the window. The crow in the cage saw the brocade, hugged itself with its wings, and remained motionless, not even the pair of pitch-black Eyeballs stared at the table below in fear.

Feng Rugui held the piece of brocade, passed the table, did not tease the crow, but walked up to the woman, smiled and said: "Why didn't you thank me, Miss?"

Feng Rugui's footsteps were very light, and the woman just lowered her head, so she didn't realize that there was another person who came in with Jiang Wuqi.

Hearing this, she looked up at Feng Rugui and said, "Thank you, Miss, for saving me."

Feng Rugui didn't explain that he was not a woman, instead he held the woman's hand while playing with the brocade, and said with a smile: "Miss, you will survive this catastrophe, and rest at ease to recuperate."

But the woman asked timidly: "My face hurts a lot, but was it scratched?"

Just at this time, the female doctor sent a young servant to deliver the medicine. The young servant knocked on the door, and when he got the answer, he opened the door and entered.

The young man had already heard from the female doctor that the patient's face was ruined, but he didn't think about it, it looked so terrifying, the left cheek exposed in the light was already frightening, and the right cheek half hidden in the dark was even more frightening. Just like a Rakshasa who eats people.

The boy staggered, and the basket in his hand tilted, and a little medicine juice flowed out.

Jiang Wuqi took the basket, took out soup and medicine from it, fed it to the woman, and paid the money for the medicine to the boy.

"Thank you." The servant seemed to be robbing, and Fang held the medicine in his hands, then picked up the basket and the empty medicine bowl, and rushed out.

The woman was far from recovering, she was already weak, and after a while, under the effect of the decoction, she couldn't even open her eyes.

Jiang Wuqi originally wanted to ask why the woman was buried under the pile of bones and who did it, seeing this situation, he said: "The poor road is next door, girl don't need to be afraid, if something happens, just knock on the wall .”

Feng Rugui agreed with a smile: "The Taoist priest has a kind heart, the girl can rest assured."

Feng Rugui mentioned the cage with the crows in it and went out with Jiang Wuqi, as soon as the door was closed, he walked ahead, turned his head and smiled at Jiang Wuqi: "Jiang Wuqi, let's go have breakfast."

To be safe, Jiang Wuqi cast a spell on the tightly closed door, and then followed Feng Rugui downstairs to have breakfast.