After the gloomy cannon fodder was reborn

This is a new secret room.

It was specially built for brocade repair.

The innocent and beautiful boy is sleeping peacefully in the brocade quilt, his soft lips are slightly parted, revealing white teeth and a little bit of the tip of the tongue, making people unable to help but want to grab the deliciousness.

Du Ru put the food box down, sat on the edge of the bed, carefully stroked his lips with fingertips, and then inserted into his mouth.

The teenager sucked unconsciously, with a seductive posture.

Du Ruan's breathing became heavier, he put on his clothes and got on the couch, embraced the young man in his arms, and stole the fragrance and jade.

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The sixth prince enters Concubine Hui's palace and confesses that Xue Fuguang asked him to stuff Feng Wenhua into the East Palace.

Concubine Hui didn't take it seriously, but instead asked, "Do you know that the crown prince ordered someone to send an apology to Prince Gong's mansion."

As for what crime to pay for, the crown prince didn't make it clear, but everyone knew it very well.

The sixth prince frowned: "Mother and concubine want to say, is it possible for Xue Fuguang to ease the relationship with the prince? My son doesn't think so. Then Xue Fuguang is a vengeance, not to mention that the prince used to want to kill him. The enmity between the two It's not that easy to spend."

Concubine Hui naturally knew about it, but it didn't hinder her from making more preparations.

She asked: "A while ago, your eldest cousin said that he met Princess Jingrong. Speaking of which, Princess Jingrong is also in his twentieth year, and he hasn't said goodbye yet. Prince Gong? A father can't help being anxious."

The sixth prince followed Concubine Hui's intentions and probed: "Could it be that the concubine wants my son to marry Princess Jingrong as his concubine?"

Concubine Hui shook her head: "You're thinking wrong. Prince Gong is so old and cunning, how could he marry his daughter to the royal family. He? No? He will put the handle into the hands of your father. What I mean is for her Find someone? Someone."

She thought very well, "Princess Jingrong lost her mother, and there are no elders like aunts and aunts who can worry about her and make decisions for her. Why don't you think about it and be a good person. She is a woman after all, and she will have to do it in the future." Relying on my husband's family, I know the severity."

This was indeed an idea that the Sixth Prince had never thought of before.

It is also a way to win over Xue Fuguang in a roundabout way.

He himself doesn't know good from bad, but he has to think about his sister.

The sixth prince said happily: "If so, I will be arranged by the concubine mother. The son is not too young, maybe it is time to bother the concubine mother, and consider a virtuous woman as a side concubine for my son and minister."

Is the prince alive or dead? Willing to marry the princess, he might as well be one step ahead of the prince.It is best to have a son, which is also an advantage in front of the father.

The abacus that was full of belly was crackling.

At this moment, a head poked out from behind the screen.

As soon as the sixth prince saw him, the calculations in his eyes immediately disappeared, and he said with a smile: "Little Twelve, what are you doing hiding behind? Come here, Brother Huang hasn't seen you for a long time."

Twelve princes, no? Good intentions? Thinking: "I came to play in Huimu Concubine's palace earlier, fell asleep, and just woke up. What did the emperor say about the side concubine? Are you going to marry me the emperor's wife?"

The sixth prince asked him to sit beside him, and ordered the maid to bring some tea and refreshments: "Yes."

The twelve princes' eyes lit up, and they became interested: "I heard earlier? Concubine Hui said that if you marry a wife, you have to move out of the palace and build your own residence. Isn't it possible for the emperor to stay outside the palace every day?" ? Can you take me with you?"

Hearing this, the sixth prince was curious, and pinched the chubby cheeks of the twelfth prince: "Tell me, what are you going to do when you leave the palace? Brother Huang, think about it."

The twelve princes twitched and said: "I haven't seen Mr. Xue Shi for a long time. Is he coming to Taixue now? Brother, you are too busy to take me out of the palace. If Jianfu takes me , I can often go to see Mr. Xue Shi."

His cheeks were collapsed, and he was slightly disappointed: "The painting given to me by the master of the previous life, I searched for it for a long time but couldn't find it. I have to apologize to the master of the same life, and then ask? Ask the master of the world if you can give it to me again One picture."

The sixth prince raised his eyes, and looked at Concubine Hui in blank dismay.

He put his hand on the Twelfth Prince's shoulder: "Brother Huang, I'm afraid that one day, Twelve will like Xue Shizi more than Brother Huang and his concubine mother, so what should I do?"

The Twelfth Prince anxiously said: "How could that be!? This is different. Brother Huang and Concubine Hui will always be Twelve's favorite!"

Concubine Hui shook her head helplessly: "Your brother is just joking. If you like it so much, then when your brother is free, I will take you to visit Mr. Xue Shi."

The Twelfth Prince laughed happily, his eyes curved into two crescents happily: "Then I will ask Caiyi to prepare a gift in return when I go back. In the last life, the Prince even gave me a piece of ink!"

At Xu time, Xue Fuguang felt sleepy.

He propped his chin and ordered: "Prepare water, I want to take a bath."

Shao Jing responded smoothly: "Okay, hot water is prepared, let them bring in the water now." He wanted to go forward to say goodbye to Xue Fuguang.

Before touching Xue Fuguang's hair, Mu Jianshu on the other side consciously stretched out his hand, removed the hair tie, held the hair and tied it up high with the hosta.

Finally, Xue Fuguang raised his eyelids and took a fluttering look.

Shao Jing stood on one side, feeling like a superfluous person.Doesn’t it look like it? Yes, it’s not like getting started and Mu Jianshu grabbing a job?After thinking about it for a while, he decided to supervise them to carry hot water for the tub and adjust the water temperature.

After filling up the hot water and putting away several spare buckets of water, the servants came out in a file.

Shao Jing saw that there was nothing he could do, so he followed him out.

The lingering water vapor filled the room, and there were only two people left.

Xue Fuguang stood up and lazily stretched his arms: "What are you doing? Serving this life? Take off your clothes and take a shower."

Mu Jianshu's Adam's apple rolled, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Yes."

The orange candle flames cast dazzling light and shadows on the white porcelain, as if deliberately playing tricks, which gave him the urge to hold it in his palm.

Xue Fuguang pressed Mu Jianshu's arm, raised his leg and stepped into the bathtub, covering his body under the water.

If this is winter, the water vapor should be thick and white to cover the underwater scene, but unfortunately it is summer now, and the water vapor is so thin that it has no effect.

Xue Fuguang leaned against the wooden barrel, put his arm on the edge of the barrel, raised his neck to look at Mu Jianshu's expression, and found it very interesting.

His eyelashes were drooping, his whole body was tense, and he looked like he wanted to look but didn't dare to look, and he was twisted to the extreme.

Xue Fuguang knocked on the edge of the wooden barrel: "Swipe water, wipe your back. With your posture, how do you serve this life? Take a bath?"

Mu Jianshu took half a step forward, bent over against the barrel, and said stiffly, "Yes."

Xue Fuguang's black hair? He has pulled it up high, exposing his slender neck and smooth back.

He was emaciated, still with a juvenile figure.But it is completely different from the soft woman, it is more flexible.

Being the same man, every part of Xue Fuguang's body structure is the same as his, there is no difference.

But it seems very different.

It is the difference between rubble and warm jade.

Mu Jianshu gritted his teeth and reminded himself not to mess with the rules.

Xue Fuguang's intention was so obvious, he knew very well what would happen once he crossed the line.

But...is he really not afraid at all?

Xue Fuguang not only not afraid.

He also felt that the stimulation was not enough.

Mu Jianshu was really patient, even when wiping his back he was careful, trying his best to avoid touching his skin.

"Heh." Xue Fuguang laughed, raised his head and hooked his hands at Mu Jianshu: "You lower your head."

Mu Jianshu stiffened his body, bowed his waist and bowed his head, getting closer to Xue Fuguang.

Suddenly, Xue Fuguang reached out and grabbed Mu Jianshu by the collar, and dragged him into the tub, splashing water all over the room.

The tub immediately became narrow, and the two men huddled together.

Mu Jianshu subconsciously was afraid of hurting Xue Fuguang, so he supported the edge of the barrel with one hand, and put his other hand around Xue Fuguang's shoulders, leaning against the wall of the barrel.

Xue Fuguang wounded the enemy one thousand and self-injured eight hundred, choked a few mouthfuls of his own bath water, coughed up from the bucket, his face was flushed.

Mu Jianshu hurriedly reached out and patted his back.

After Xue Fuguang recovered from his cough, he raised his eyes, breathed rapidly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Let go."

Mu Jianshu let go immediately.

He also stepped back a little, leaning his back against the wall of the barrel, trying to stay away from Xue Fuguang as much as possible.

One person in the barrel was naked, while the other was drenched. The cloth was stuck to the body, and every line was clearly visible.

Mu Jianshu's mask fell off and sank to the bottom of the bucket.

The black hair was sticking to the side of the face in a wet mess, and there were water droplets on the brows and cheeks, dripping down.

Xue Fuguang looked from top to bottom, and suddenly his face changed suddenly after scanning somewhere: "Aren't you? Afraid that this life will castrate you!?"

Mu Jianshu's Adam's apple trembled slightly, his arms climbed on the edge of the barrel, and he stood up.

A few blue veins were faintly popping out on the neck, and the voice scratched his ears in a deep voice: "This subordinate is rude, master forgive me."

He lifted his legs and stepped out of the bathtub, and the drenched water spilled all over the floor along his clothes.

Shen Sheng said: "This subordinate will take his leave first."

If he continued with this appearance, he might anger Xue Fuguang.

Unexpectedly, Xue Fuguang frowned and called him: "Who allowed you to go down?"

He got up and was exposed to the air: "This water is all dirty by you, what else to wash. Wipe my body."

Mu Jianshu: "..."

He thought he might be going crazy.

When Yingchao received those cruel and inhuman trainings from Xizuo, he had never felt so... so tormented.

But? Unfortunately, he couldn't open his mouth to refuse.

Xue Fuguang really knew how to torture him.

He grabbed the dry handkerchief, wiped off the water droplets on Xue Fuguang's body, helped him out of the barrel, and then put on his underwear and trousers for him.

Xue Fuguang sat on the couch, condescendingly looking down at the wet Mu Jianshu, tasting a hint of pity.

The phoenix eyes slightly raised, and said in a low voice: "Okay, you go back and call Shaojing in."

Mu Jianshu ran away.

Don't even care about the mask in the barrel? Pick it up.

His saber is still lying on the table in the outer room.

Xue Fu crossed his legs, put his elbows on his knees and supported his chin, thoughtfully.

Mu Jianshu's restraint is better than he thought.

And it seems to be quite happy to play tricks on people like this.

Xue Fuguang was in a happy mood.

Shao Jing entered the door, seeing the water all over the ground, he was inexplicable: "Master, how did you make it like this? Is that Qu Wu? Is he? Can serve? Next time, let's change to a slave. He only knows how to fight and kill, how can it be?" Can you do this?"

Leaning against the head of the bed, Xue Fuguang took out a book under the pillow, flipped through two pages and said, "He will be able to serve you. I will let him come in the future, and I will talk about it when I feel bored."

Doesn't Shaojing know what Xue Fuguang said? Don't you know his family background? It's what the son says. Use Qu Wu and use Qu Wu.

It's a big deal, he will go to Qu Wu tomorrow, how will he take care of Shi? Zi Haosheng told him again.

The author has something to say: woo woo woo a spoiled little son is what my family Ah Ru should have been like.