spoiled wife addicted

The horns, bit by bit, were peeled off extremely slowly upwards.

The words clearly fell into his ears, and he was so shocked that he didn't even know that the windmill in his hand fell to the ground.

The moment the red gauze was all lifted, Fei Xueyi gently held his lips, and sighed contentedly: "My wife, A Jin, finally lifted the hijab for you as a husband. Now that we are all married, you can only belong to me in this life." gone."

33 chapter

Such a romantic and touching scene ended with a point of the ghost killer's finger, and Fei Xueyi passed out. Shang Ziluo and Liu Bo, who were hiding in the room watching the excitement, took a deep breath at the same time.

"My dear brother, what are you doing?" Shang Ziluo walked out, after his observation, the ghost killer would not have no feelings for Fei Xueyi, but why did he do so.

Ghost Slayer picked up Fei Xueyi, looked at Wu Qing in front of his eyes, and said softly: "Brother, he is already suffering from the wind and cold, and he stayed up all night last night, so his body will not be able to bear it." The courtyard is full of windmills, needless to say , It must have been made by this lunatic after tossing all night.

Shang Ziluo was silent for a moment, then suddenly realized, yawned and went back to bed.

After sending Fei Xueyi back to the house, Guisha briefly washed up, and after breakfast, he went to see Brother An.

The former trio is now only missing Huarong, and Huarong's hiding place is no longer important to him, and it will be Murong Su and Huarong's happy day soon.

He was really looking forward to that day.

After finishing all the routine tasks, he returned to the courtyard, disassembled the windmills in the courtyard one by one, stacked them one by one, and finally asked Uncle Liu to find brocade cloth to wrap all the papers.

At noon, Yun Shuocheng came, saw Mu Qingge and Liangfeng, left a few bottles of medicine and asked him to tell Fei Xueyi, the emperor fell ill again early in the morning, so he hurried back to the palace.

Ghost Slayer sat by the bed, stared at Fei Xueyi on the bed, and slowly traced his eyebrows with his fingers: "Fei Xueyi, give me a little more time."

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Throughout the afternoon, he leaned against the bed and watched Fei Xueyi quietly, rubbing the small jasper porcelain bottle that Fei Xueyi threw to him at the beginning. This was the first thing he gave him, and now Fei Xueyi put it into it. The ten pills are the pills to relieve the cold jade pills on his body every month.

Looking back at the beginning, when he threw the small medicine bottle to him, he looked at him with undisguised disgust, but since when, the relationship between them has changed.

Hehe, Fei Xueyi is like a ball of fire, even ice that encounters fire will be melted by the fire, besides, he is not ice in the first place.

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In the evening, fine snowflakes floated in the sky, but Mo Bai still hadn't come back.

Ghost Killer felt a little uneasy. Although his little uncle is addicted to alcohol and likes to go to the land of love and moon, he never does anything worrying.

After hesitating for a while, Ghost Killer got up and walked out of the inner room, and saw the three people beside the table frowning faintly. Regarding the Muyue clan, he knew that Uncle Liu had always wanted to go back to Muyue.

"Uncle Liu."

"My lord, do you want to go out?" Liu Bo watched him dressed up and said worriedly, "But it's snowing outside."

"It's okay, if Young Master Fei wakes up, I will convey the words of Palace Master Yun to him." The ghost killer put on the hat and fastened the belt. He didn't care about Fei Xueyi's identity or what he did. Yi is Fei Xueyi, his master, it's just that simple.

"Is the young master looking for Mr. Mo Bai?"

Ghost Killer hummed.

"Big brother, I want to go out too, take me out together, okay, I will be very good." Liangfeng ran over and shook Guisha's arm, staying in this yard was so boring, he wanted to go to a lively place to play .

Ghost Killer smiled lightly, and instead of pushing him away, coaxed him softly: "Junior Brother, be obedient, I'm going to buy you chicken legs, if you go with me, when we reach the place where the chicken legs are sold, they will all be bought by others." , you don’t have chicken legs to eat.”

Hearing that there were no chicken legs, Liangfeng made a bitter face, and suddenly sat on the ground again, folded his arms and whispered: "There are no chicken legs! You are a bad person, don't grab my chicken legs, woo woo, don't kill master... woo woo woo... I want chicken legs...I won't go to Shengjing...uh...I want to wait for my little uncle..."

Ghost Killer's eyes froze, his eyes rolled with murderous aura, he squatted down and asked as slowly and gently as possible: "I'm not afraid of the cool wind, I'm Senior Brother Jun, tell Senior Brother Jun, who stole your chicken leg?"

"Senior Brother Jun?" Liangfeng stopped crying and blinked, as if recalling who this person was.

"That's right, Senior Brother Jun who will take you up the mountain to catch pheasants and fireflies, buy you chicken legs, accompany you to kneel as a punishment, and carry you to see a doctor, do you remember?"

Liangfeng giggled: "I remember, Senior Brother Jun took me to play in a brothel, and when I came back, the master made us kneel for half a day, and the little uncle knelt for a day."

Uncle Liu sighed when he heard that, Ghost Killer hummed, and took the opportunity to ask: "Then Liangfeng think about it carefully, tell Senior Brother who is going to kill you? Senior Brother, kill him to avenge you."

Liang Feng's eyes became dazed again, and tears dripped uncontrollably: "His hair is so long... so long... there is a purple bead on his forehead... so scary red... red eyes... woo woo... so many people in white robes... what a dog Son... big brother woo woo... blood... master bleeds a lot... my head hurts... I'm not from Muyue... don't kill me..."

Long hair, Zizhu.

Bai Limei, is it you again!

As a national teacher, why do you try every means to kill Muyueren?

The ghost killer has a cold face, and a cold aura lingers around him. Only a few of them know that the master is from Muyue. Murong Su, you have committed another crime. Even if Murong Su didn't do it, he at least participated in it.

"My lord, you..." Uncle Liu hesitated to speak.

"You take care of the two of them, I'm going out." After saying that, he lightly rubbed Liang Feng's head again: "Don't be afraid, there will be senior brothers here from now on."

Because of the snow, the bustling streets in the past have become much quieter and deserted.

Ghost Killer first found Huameng Tower, where the gate was closed and no one entered. He sneaked in through the back door and caught a person to ask about the situation. After learning that everything was peaceful last night and nothing happened in the building, he had no choice but to leave again.

In this expanse of white snow, Ghost Killer stood quietly on the roof of Huamenglou, looking at the hurrying pedestrians below.

His white clothes are better than snow, as if he has merged with the misty and clear white snow.

Uncle, where are you?

Suddenly, his eyes locked somewhere...

At the same time, in Murong Mansion, Murong Su, who had been drunk all night, woke up slowly.

"Brother Murong, you finally woke up." Huarong quickly helped him up, and put a cushion on his back.

Murong Su looked at Huarong, his lips were tightly pressed into a straight line.

King Bei Jing said: This king does know Jun Mojin.

King Jing of Beijing said again: "I'm afraid the general has misunderstood the person. This king has never been to Xuexiang Xiaozhu. This is the first time this king has come to Shengjing."

King Bei Jing also said: Doesn't Jun Mojin like his elder brother?Hmm... There is a servant named Hua beside him. I am quite impressed by this king, and he seems to like that elder brother very much. Every time Jun Mojin mentions it, he always looks resentful, and his eyes want to eat Jun Mojin. The meat is so-so, what a pity for that appearance.

Seeing him in a daze, Hua Rong raised her hand and waved in front of his eyes: "Brother Murong?"

Murong Su grabbed his hand and said coldly, "Why are you here?"

Huarong said: "Last night you fought with the King of Jingjing in Qiantui Mansion, Wuyue escorted you back, and picked me up at Huameng Tower by the way."

Murong Su closed his eyes, and vaguely remembered that he had gone through a few tricks, and then the national teacher came with Wuyue, and then he drank alone, and King Beijing came to accompany him and said a few words.

"Hua Rong, what do you think of King Beijing of Southern Border?"

Huarong thought for a while and said: "If it wasn't because of Jun..., I wouldn't know him, so I wouldn't comment on it, but since he dared to come to Xuexiang Xiaozhu to take away people six years ago, it seems that he has some Courageous."

Murong Su took a deep look at him: "Go back to Huamenglou first and call Leng Xing in. I have something to ask him."

Huarong lowered her head, bit her lips and said with tears in her eyes: "An Da is gone, An Er is gone, I dare not go back, just let me stay by your side, Brother Murong."

Only then did Murong Su discover a scar on his neck, and said sharply, "What do you mean missing? What's the matter with the wound on your neck?"

"Last night, Wuyue and I met Mr. Mobai just after we came out of Huamanlou. Without saying a word, he drew his sword and rushed up. Brother Murong, don't worry, I'm fine, and the child is fine." After finishing speaking, he put his hands down. In the abdomen, like holding some treasure, smiling happily.

When Mobai came to the imperial capital, Murong Su received the news early, so he was not surprised at all, just seeing Huarong like this, his heart tightened, he turned his head and didn't want to look again, and said bitterly: "That can't live in the mansion, later I'll send you to Jitian Pavilion, before you get married, you can live there temporarily, as for Brother An, I will send someone to look for it."

Hua Rong's eyes widened in disbelief, why did Murong Su, who was always dependent on him before, change his appearance in just a few days.

"But……"

"Nothing but, you go down, I'm tired."

No matter how suspicious and unwilling he was, Huarong got up and walked out docilely. At the door, he met Leng Xing who was holding an anti-fetal medicine. He smiled coldly and whispered in his ear: "We are a On the boat, now that Jun Mojin is back, don’t think you can escape, you also participated in what happened back then, you’d better cooperate with me to kill him again, otherwise Feng Nu Zhu Xiao’s fate will fall on you someday body."

There was no fluctuation on Leng Xing's face, he just handed him the medicine bowl silently.

When Huarong took the bowl and was about to drink it, he suddenly smiled strangely and said, "You didn't poison this medicine, did you?" An Da used to cook this medicine for him every day, but now that An Da was away, he had to suspect that Leng Will Xing do something wrong? After all, the people around Murong Su don't like him.

"Playboy is really good at joking, even for the young master, Leng Xing knows what to do and what not to do." Leng Xing glanced at him, and went straight past him into the room.

"Little Lord."

"Where did you go last night?" Leng Xing was supposed to be waiting by the carriage, why was he not there, why was Wu Yue taking him back home.

Leng Xing replied respectfully: "This subordinate has something to do and left for a while, please forgive me, young master."

Murong Su smiled mockingly: "What's the matter?"

"A little personal matter."

Murong Su got out of bed with a gloomy face, pulled out Chi Xiao from his back, pressed it against his neck, and shouted: "A private matter? Is it really a private matter?"

"Yes." The sword tip pierced into the flesh, and a stream of bright red blood flowed out immediately.

"Let me ask you, what did you do to Jun Mojin?"

"The subordinates don't know what the young master is talking about."

Murong Su said with a low smile: "He said that my trust is fragile, but your lies are so strong. I have been deceiving my heart." In the second year after Mu Yue was destroyed, he asked Hua Rong to take him back to Mu Yue. Yue, after seeing such a situation, he should have been suspicious, but he didn't.

Leng Xing was shocked: "Young master!" It seems that the young master has already met Guisha alone.

"Leng Xing, what's wrong with my body, I know it myself, while I can still remember, tell me everything you know from the beginning to the end, if there is one more thing to hide, I will leave Murong Mansion immediately, and I don't want to see you again You." Dragging his sword, he returned to the bedside and sat down step by step, his bloodshot phoenix eyes stained with unresolved sadness.

Leng Xing clasped his fingers tightly to the floor, and finally revealed the secret that had been buried in his heart for six years.

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Finally, he added: "Also, the little master has no knowledge of Xuexiang Xiaozhu's affairs."

"Pfft..." Murong Su couldn't bear it any longer, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He said: The thing I Jun Mojin disdains the most in this life is betrayal.

Ha ha……

Leng Xing quickly got up and helped him to lie down: "Young master, this subordinate deserves death, and I hope the young master will take care of himself."

Murong Su stared blankly at the ceiling: "You said you sealed him in a human skin drum!"

"Yes."

Murong Su laughed foolishly, but tears continued to flow from the corners of his eyes: "You don't deserve to die, the one who deserves to die is me. It turns out that I was so close to him, and I didn't know anything. It turns out that as long as I turn around, I will Can save him from the drum... Hahahaha...haha..." His ironic and sad laughter echoed in the room for a long time without dissipating.

Once loved him like life, but also ruined him like this.

Trust or betrayal, it turns out that it is only a thought.

Listening to that scene, that one thing, he was in heart-piercing pain, so painful that he couldn't breathe, not to mention you who have to bear all this for life.

Mo Jin, you must have been in pain, very painful.

There must be a lot to say, but I can't say it.

Who said that a man does not flick his tears easily, but he has not yet reached the point of sadness and powerlessness.

After a long time, he sighed softly: "I, Murong Su, what's the use of these eyes, it's better to just ruin them."

Leng Xing was taken aback, he didn't care about the way of master and servant, he pressed his hand firmly, and begged: "Young master, please! The old general and old lady saw you like this, how can you let them rest in peace."

"Hehe, I was impulsive." Murong Su slowly lowered his hands, sighed, and closed his eyes.

Leng Xing felt extremely sad and remorseful, but he had to ask: "Young master, what do you plan to do next?"

"Nothing to do, how to continue, what happened six years ago, you don't need to investigate anymore, it's not important anymore. Later you go to Jinxiu Pavilion to urge, the wedding is coming, let them hurry up and send me and Huarong Dare to embroider the wedding dress."

"Young master, should you still insist on marrying a playboy into the mansion?"

The corners of Murong Su's lips rose: "Marry."

No matter how Leng Xing expected that Murong Su would make such a decision after learning the facts, he stood there in a daze for a moment, then looked at Murong Su's pale and picturesque face, he suddenly felt a little puzzled This is the young master.

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Mo Bai was injured, a sword was slanted across his entire back, and he was seriously injured.

When Ghost Killer found him at the inn where he was staying, the woman he met last time was bandaging him.

Mo Bai looked at the ghost killer who kicked in the door, and sighed softly: "I made you worry."

Ghost Killer walked over and asked blankly: "Who is it?" It's not easy to hurt him like this.

Mo Bai smiled: "Sit down, I have something to tell you."

Ghost Killer hesitated for a moment, then returned to the table and sat down: "I have found Liang Feng, and he is now in the Chitose Mansion."

"That's really good... ah..." It is estimated that the strength of the woman's hand was a little bit heavier, Mo Bai gasped in pain and stopped, and his face turned pale again, the woman immediately retracted her hand in fright, unwilling to say anything Help him bandage again, and go to ask a doctor for him.

Mo Bai patted her hand reassuringly, signaling her not to be afraid, and then looked at Ghost Killer with slightly complicated eyes: "Huamenglou is Huarong's hiding place, I watched him come out of Huamenglou last night , but I secretly searched Huamenglou and did not find Jun Xiaoqi."

Ghost Killer nodded: "So you were hurt by Huarong?" In fact, when he went to Huameng Tower, he also wandered around inside, but he didn't find Xiao Qi at all, maybe Xiao Qi just hid elsewhere.

Mo Bai frowned and pondered, as if he was considering his words.

"Uncle Master, it's okay to speak up."

"It's not Huarong who hurt me, but a young man in black..." He paused for a moment, then said again: "A young man who looks very similar to Mr. Fei."

Ghost Killer was stunned for a moment, he already knew in his heart who the black-robed boy was, this person was indeed very difficult, he remembered that Bai Limei called him 'Yue'.

"The two of them have nothing to do with each other. I will explain this to you later. Liangfeng said that the master was killed by Bai Limei, the national teacher of Jitian Pavilion. Little master, do you know what personal grievances the master has with him?" Now just After confirming that they have no personal grievances, it will be more certain that Bai Limei is going to kill Muyueren, simply.

Mo Bai punched the bed hard with his clenched fist, and said angrily: "No wonder I always thought that this national teacher was too sanctimonious. I didn't expect him to kill senior brothers, it's hateful!"

"The person who hurt you is his apprentice." Ghost Killer added without haste.

The expression on Mo Bai's face froze, and he said in a deep voice: "The apprentice is already so powerful, this Bai Limei is probably even more difficult to deal with. I have been with my senior brother since I entered the valley at the age of five, and I have never seen him leave the valley once. , how could there be any grievances with Bai Limei, and don't you know what kind of person your master is, he would rather suffer a loss than have a grudge with others, so there must be other reasons for this."

There was a cold smile on the corner of Guisha's mouth, as expected.

"Forget it, I will take care of these things. Uncle, take good care of your wounds and heal your wounds. Before you learn again, you can go anywhere in the north and south of the river. I will take care of the cool breeze. Don't worry about it." Until now, he couldn't figure out Bai Limei. The real purpose, the real strength, he can't let the little uncle participate in it.

"Mo Jin..." Mo Bai frowned.

"I've been out for too long, my master will be in a hurry. Little uncle, take care." Ghost Killer got up and gave him a deep bow, and then resolutely left without giving him a chance to refuse.

The woman asked: "Sir, will you leave Shengjing?"

Mo Bai took out the jug hidden behind him, took a big gulp, and put it into the woman's mouth with a smile: "What does Zi Yan think?"

Sweeping all the way, back to the courtyard, still covered in snowflakes.

At this moment, the courtyard was brightly lit, and it was a bit lively. Uncle Liu was holding Liang Feng with one hand, and Mu Qingge with the other. with a certain place.

"Uncle Liu, what's the matter?" Ghost Killer raised his eyebrows.

Seeing the appearance of the savior, Uncle Liu let out a sigh of relief, almost tearful of gratitude: "My lord, you can be considered to be back."

Ghost Killer's eyelids twitched, and asked in a low voice: "Young Master Fei is losing his temper?" In fact, he was not afraid when Fei Xueyi went crazy, but he was helpless. Crazy together, two people together, there must be one who sticks to normal.

Uncle Liu hesitated and said, "It's not that I'm losing my temper, but I'm torturing Brother An, saying that I want to vent my anger for you."

Since it is to vent their anger, can Liu Bo and others do this?

Ghost Killer became more and more puzzled in his heart, so he stopped asking any more questions and went straight to the room where Brother An's brother was being held.

As soon as he walked to the door, he heard strange sounds coming from the house, which seemed to be mixed with the smell of blood.

Pushing open the door, the corner of his mouth twitched violently when he saw the scene inside the room clearly, just wanting to faint before his eyes.

But because of his arrival, the people in the room suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere suddenly stagnated.

Sure enough, the eunuch is a pervert.

Sure enough, the eunuch was psychologically distorted.

Then Anda was woken up by Fei Xueyi for some reason, his clothes were stripped off, his body was covered in blood, his desire had been cut off, and it was being inserted into Anda's own mouth, the thing was dripping with blood And ugly, unsightly.Behind him is a piece of jade that is as thick as a child's arm, and these are not all, the most important thing is that five eunuchs are playing with him, he can't make a sound, he can only shake his head wildly, bit by bit Rotten own desires.

It stands to reason that the severe pain during castration should have made him pass out on the spot, but for some reason, he didn't show any signs of fainting, only his eyes lost focus.

A real eunuch is incompetent, with widespread and distorted signs in his heart. He usually thinks of cruel ways to make life worse than death. Now tossing this An Da is simply a piece of cake.

In sharp contrast to this scene is a person who is lazily half lying on the soft couch by the window, eating melon seeds elegantly, dressed in red, against the blue silk scattered on the couch, like manjus blooming in the depths of hell Shahua, enchanting and dark and bloody.

boom……

Ghost Killer felt nauseated in his heart, he closed the door without hesitation, and was about to turn around and go back to the room, when someone's devil's voice came faintly.

"Ajin."

Jun Mojin pushed the door open resignedly, Shi Shiran walked over, half-closed his eyes and said: "Master, I'm back."

Fei Xueyi lazily got up from the couch, took a sip of the tea from the hand of the eunuch who was serving beside her, and said, "Knock him out and take him down, uh... and pull/take out his mouth, Throw it into the woods outside the city to feed the wild dogs." After sleeping all day, Fei Xueyi seemed to recover, and the bruises in front of her eyes disappeared.

"Yes." A group of people tidied up the scene swiftly and retreated respectfully.

When only Fei Xueyi and Jun Mojin were left in the room, Fei Xueyi hugged Ghost Killer, rubbed against his neck, and said softly: "Where did you go? Why is your face so pale?"

Smelling the smell of blood in the room, mixed with the fragrance of snow and lotus on the two of them, before Jun Mojin could reply, he pushed Fei Xueyi away and vomited it out.

Fei Xueyi turned pale with shock, patted him on the back, and asked directly: "A Jin, are you feeling better?"

After a while, Ghost Killer raised his head, perhaps because he vomited too much, his dark eyes were full of mist, he waved his hand at Fei Xueyi: "I'm fine, I just want to drink some water..."

Before the sound fell, Fei Xueyi's figure flickered, she was no longer in the room, and she came back with a big red fur coat hanging on her arm, and a cup of hot tea in the other hand, after he blew a few sips, Only then handed it to Guisha's mouth.

"Rinse your mouth first."

After taking a few sips of hot tea, Ghost Killer felt much more comfortable, so he took the teacup and held it in the palm of his hand. The warm touch came, warming his hands and heart.

Fei Xueyi frowned, and put on a cloak for him. Two golden ribbons were flexibly wrapped around Ruyu's fingers, forming a beautiful bowknot. Then she took one of his hands and walked out of the house together. go.

"Is that uncomfortable?"

Ghost Killer replied indifferently: "I'm fine now, thank you for your concern, Master."

"Now there is no outsider here, I like it when you call me by my name." Fei Xueyi pinched him dissatisfied, and asked tentatively: "A Jin, do you have it?"

Ghost Killer subconsciously asked, "What happened?"

Fei Xueyi stomped her feet, turned her body slightly, raised her hand and gently placed it on his abdomen, looking straight into his eyes: "Is there our son here, or why would you vomit."

Meeting that scorching expectant gaze, Ghost Killer trembled, turned his head to look elsewhere, and said bitterly: "Master, I died six years ago, and a dead person cannot conceive."

Fei Xueyi's face darkened instantly, and she scolded: "Nonsense! Dead people don't have body temperature, don't have emotions, don't need to eat, don't have thoughts, but what about you?"

Ghost Killer said dejectedly: "But my heart can't beat." Six years ago, he pushed Qing Tuhua on his back and survived, but Qing Tuhua disappeared from his back.

Fei Xueyi blinked, and a look of pride crept up her brows: "But it jumped for me, didn't it?"

Ghost Killer stared at him wide-eyed, then looked away the next moment, and asked, "Master, have you entered the palace yet?"

"Come in."

"Is Emperor Qing better?" He didn't say Fei Xueyi's identity, and he didn't ask, but each other's hearts were like mirrors, because Fei Xueyi never planned to hide it.

"I can't wait any longer. Ah Jin, I will try to stop the old monster on the Snow Walking Festival three days later, and you will take this opportunity to go to the Jitian Pavilion to find Zhu Yudan... But can you do it with your current body?" He The tone is full of worry and hesitation.

Ghost Killer corrected in a cold voice: "I didn't."

Fei Xueyi seemed to think of something, touched her eyebrows, and said to herself: "No, I have to let Shuo Cheng see it some other day, maybe there is, if there is, I will be a father... Well, I have to think about a name first... ..."

Ghost Killer was speechless, and immediately interrupted someone's imagination: "Master, do you know the origin of Bai Limei?"

Hundreds of tests, Bailing, as soon as Bai Limei's name is mentioned, someone can instantly return to normal: "I don't know."

Ghost Killer wondered: "Then how did you have a grudge against him? Or did you want to kill him because of Emperor Qing and Palace Master Yun?"

Fei Xueyi raised her eyebrows slightly: "There is no reason, no grievance, just because I don't kill him, I feel uneasy."

Ghost Killer saw his ignorance and openness, and the sun jumped: "But aren't you curious about his origin? As the saying goes, you can win every battle if you know yourself and your enemy."

Fei Xueyi snorted coldly: "Where does he come from, it's none of my business, as long as I can kill him."

The ghost is silent.

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Jitian Pavilion.

Bai Limei, who had just finished bathing and purifying herself, was only wearing a black robe embroidered with strange golden totems all over her body, her black hair that reached the ground was scattered all over her back, she didn't wear any hair accessories, and there was a gleam in the depths of her black eyes. The blood-red light, against the light, made the whole person more evil and charming, and less solemn and majestic during the day.

An hour ago, Murong Su sent someone to send Huarong to Jitian Pavilion, and now he is standing in front of Huarong's bed, slowly raising his hand, Huarong in his sleep gradually left the bed and floated in mid-air.

With a flip of his wrist, Huarong, who was originally facing up, immediately turned around, and at the same time, he waved his hand again, taking off Huarong's shirt.

On that white back, a beautiful and charming love tea flower is in full bloom.

Kizuki, son of flowers.

Bai Limei stared at the flower obsessively, with pain, confusion, and resentment on her face, she wanted to reach out to touch it a few times, but she retracted it a few times.

After all, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and he left with a weird smile.

35 chapter

On the first three days of the Snow Treading Festival, Master Guoshi, who cares about the common people, bathes and purifies his body, retreats and prays for blessings.

And Murong Su asked Leng Xing to boil the anti-fetal medicine in the mansion every day, and then personally sent it to Jitian Pavilion to drink it with Huarong. If he was not busy, he would chat with Huarong Shangxue. Respond without blinking.

This kind of gentleness that he dreamed of made Huarong temporarily forget the fear brought about by Jun Mojin's return and the absence of An's brothers. As long as Murong Su loves him and does not leave him, he will not lose, and he will not be afraid.

The Snow Treading Festival is celebrated by the whole country, and all court officials have a three-day rest.

Jun Xiaoqi's whereabouts have been unknown, Baihua Palace has been looking for it in secret, and there is no need to worry about Huarong anymore. Ghost Killer relaxes rarely, stays by Fei Xueyi's side, makes tea with Shang Ziluo Yixue, and spends half a day at leisure.

Outside, it was snowing heavily and it was freezing cold.

Inside the house, several heaters made the room warm like spring. Sitting in front of the embroidery frame, Fei Xueyi was sitting in front of the embroidery frame, her red clothes were sweeping the floor, her mouth was upturned, her expression was serious and peaceful, the little embroidery needles were moving freely in his hands, and she could see the bright and clean eyes. On the white silk surface, a simple-minded tiger gradually loomed.

Ghost Slayer sat beside the small stove, first scalded the snow-white porcelain cup carefully, then took some tea leaves into the cup, and waited for the water to finish.In fact, he didn't know how to make tea, and he only drank warm tea on weekdays. The whole process only knew that he did it roughly. He was from his own family anyway, so naturally he was not laughed at.

At this moment, a pot of water was boiling on the small stove, and after a while white mist escaped from the spout, and there was a small wooden barrel beside the small stove, which was filled with the remaining half of the barrel that had not been melted. Snow.

Ghost Slayer took down the teapot, put it aside from the fire, and placed Fei Xueyi's medicine pot on it to warm it up.

After a while, he lifted the teapot and tilted it slightly, and the boiled snow water was slowly poured into the small porcelain cup. Pieces of green tea leaves rolled, floated, and finally sank slowly in the porcelain cup.

The water in the cup then turned into a clear light blue color, and the light tea and medicinal fragrance wafted from the air, and the years were extremely quiet at this moment.

Ghost Killer smiled slightly: "Brother, please."

Shang Ziluo picked up the teacup and took a sip with style.

"how?"

"It turns out that there is still a slight bitter taste."

Ghost Killer was silent for a while, before saying in a low voice: "Bitterness is the nature of tea, no matter how it is brewed, it cannot cover up its nature."

Just like human nature, no matter how you try to cover it up, it will eventually be exposed.

"That's true." Shang Ziluo is an informal person, and asking him to sip tea is really torture, so he just drank a cup and poured it up on his own, with a plate of peanuts and a plate of sauced beef next to him , I think it's not bad.

Holding the teacup, Ghost Slayer slowly swallowed a few sips, put down the teacup, carefully poured out half of the medicine in the medicine pot, then got up and came to the window, and handed it to Fei Xueyi's lips: "Take a rest!" , You have been embroidering for half a day." Fei Xueyi was a little obsessed, and she always believed that he was pregnant with a child, and the kitchen had delivered more than ten kinds of nourishing soups in just half a day. Ziluo suggested making tea, while Fei Xueyi said that she would embroider clothes for their son herself. No, she had been sitting in front of the embroidery frame without moving a single step since eating.

Looking at the black bowl of medicine in front of him, Fei Xueyi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and said, "Ah Jin, can you stop drinking? I'm fine now." It's just a cold, and now he's fine, he doesn't want to drink anymore medicine.

"No, drink this time again." The attitude was resolute. In the middle of last night, this person coughed twice, which he could hear clearly. Most importantly, he remembered that Fei Xueyi said that he was different from ordinary people. If he was exhausted to the extreme Or if the skill is exhausted to the extreme, the body will become weak and weak, or even more serious, it will be comatose for a period of time, and it will take a long time to recover.

He kept these words in his heart, and he never wanted such a thing to happen again.

Reluctantly drinking the medicine, Fei Xueyi's entire brows were knotted.

At this moment, a maid outside the house reported that Palace Master Yun had arrived.

Ghost Killer took out a candied fruit and put it in his mouth: "Master, I will take Palace Master Yun to see Mu Qingge and Liangfeng first." Fei Xueyi was now all focused on the tiger clothes, and told him A few words and let him go.

After leaving the house, his eyes were full of white, and he couldn't help but think of the red a few days ago, so he smiled slightly.

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In the cool breeze room.

Yun Shuocheng withdrew his hand with joy on his face: "Sure enough, I have. Haha, I'll tell Xue Yi now that he is becoming a father, so I can make him happy." He was doubting that day, but he didn't expect it to be true. So happy.

In an instant, Ghost Killer was struck by lightning, and his already pale and dull face became even paler. He found that he could not find the sound, so he could only tightly hold on to Yun Shuocheng who was about to leave.

His mind is in turmoil now.

Sure enough, are you pregnant?

Yun Shuocheng paused and turned around, looking puzzled at Guisha who was holding onto him tightly, and seeing his black pupils were blank, he couldn't help but sighed softly: "Ghost killer, don't worry, Xueyi will accept it."

Of course Ghost Killer knows that Fei Xueyi can accept it, but...

"No, I can't tell him yet," he murmured.

Yun Shuocheng was shocked, and said in a hoarse voice: "What do you mean you can't? Don't you plan to have this child?"

Ghost Killer put his hand on his stomach, and slowly said: "Yes, definitely!" How could he not want it, but is a person like him still entitled to happiness?

"Then why didn't you tell Xue Yi?"

Ghost Killer lowered his eyes, and said quietly: "Master Yun, can I give birth to a healthy child with this body?" Hua Xie's heart fails, and a person who has no heart is a dead person. Can a dead person give birth to a normal child?

Knowing what he was thinking of, Yun Shuocheng patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Of course you can. You were able to survive with a broken heart and internal organs, so this little guy will be safe."

Ghost Killer shook his head slightly: "It's different, I was the one who urged the Qingtuhua on my back to survive, but now... I don't have the flower body protection, if the child... what protection do I take..."

Yun Shuocheng let out a light sigh, and put the folding fan in his hand against his chin: "You said you survived by being aroused?" About Muyue, he has checked many books, and knows that this group only has men, and men can be born against nature. Son, I know that this ethnic group believes in flowers and avoids snakes, and I know that they have a son of flower who was born with love tuhua. I didn't expect him to meet this legendary son of flower. What does this love tuhua look like?

Ghost Killer hummed lightly.

Yun Shuocheng leaned closer: "Then you are the legendary Son of Flower?" He wondered how he survived at the beginning, so it was so.

Ghost Killer hummed again.

Yun Shuocheng smiled: "Wouldn't it be fine to let Qing Tuhua regenerate?"

Ghost Killer frowned: "In the books left by the ancestors, there is no record that Qingtuhua can be born again."

"It must be that you don't have enough books there. I'll look it up when I go back. Don't think about it. Everything is with me, a genius doctor. You just need to remember that your good child will be good, and your good snow suit will be good." good."

Ghost Killer said blankly: "He said you are a quack doctor."

Yun Shuocheng snorted softly, and said contemptuously: "He's a fake eunuch who knows how to pick and choose, can't you see that the scars on your body have faded a lot?"

Ghost Killer glanced at his hand out of the corner of his eye, and sincerely thanked: "Thank you, I'm just