Master wants to hug

After Fang Su knew that the coffins in the boat were full of dead soldiers, his attitude towards King Yan changed, and he even wanted to reward the soldiers.

King Yan naturally refused, but he couldn't bear Fang Shuming's private mention several times, and finally set the date for three days later.

When Fang went back to the house, she found that there was light in the study. She opened the door and found that Yueming was holding a brocade box, sitting on a chair and falling asleep.

She came back really late.

Fang Su walked over gently, trying to take out the brocade box from the child's hand, but the other party opened his eyes suddenly.

Her eyes were misty, "Master?" She called out vaguely.

Fang Su put the brocade box on the desk and said, "It's my honor. Don't sleep here, go back to sleep."

Yueming slept soundly, unwilling to move, hummed vaguely, and closed her eyes again.

Because of Fang Su's habit, the chair had neither pillows nor cushions. Yueming frowned, as if sleeping very uncomfortable.

Fang Su couldn't put her here. He wanted to lift her from the chair like he did when he was a child, but eight years were not in vain. Now she can't lift this girl with one hand.

Fang Su frowned, and finally hugged Yueming into his arms, wrapped one hand around his waist, and picked him up.

"Too heavy." Fang Su complained.

In his sleep, Yueming found that he seemed to be floating, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Fang Su's beautiful face, which was a disaster for the country and the people, in front of him. The person rolled down abruptly.

Yueming was in so much pain that she almost didn't cry.

Fang Su's robe was rolled out of shape by her, and he pulled it out more than ten times but still couldn't get it out of the original shape, so he speculatively said: "What are you doing?"

Yueming sat on the ground with her knees hugged and didn't speak, she looked like a wronged daughter-in-law.

"I can't hold you anymore?" Master Fang Hou asked angrily.

Yueming was shivering from the cold, staring at Fang Su, but didn't speak.

The girl in white clothes was thin, and she was sitting on the bluestone floor. Fang Su felt annoyed when she saw it, so she pulled her up and patted the ashes on her body impatiently, saying, "What are you doing, ancestor?"

Yue Ming said: "Why did you come back?"

"What about waiting?"

Moonlight nodded heavily.

"Would you be able to fall asleep waiting this time?"

Yueming whispered: "It's almost dawn, master."

As if to confirm what she said, a cock crowed not far away.

Yueming looked at her wordlessly, as if talking.

Fang Su raised his hand and covered her eyes, "If you have something to say, don't look at me."

"Master Yuheng sent a painting and said that I should look at it with the master." Yueming was sobered up after being thrown and chilled.

"What painting?"

"The portrait of the master."

"He has a lot of guts."

Yueming thought for a while, and said, "The painting is quite beautiful."

"Are you still sleeping? If you don't, accompany me to see the painting."

Yueming rubbed his sore wrist and said, "Don't sleep anymore."

The two went back to the study, Fang Su took a wooden box from the shelf, took out a small white porcelain bottle and threw it to Yueming.

Yueming uncorked the bottle, and a faint fragrance wafted out, "How to use it? Put it on the painting?"

"Why did you wipe it on the painting?" Fang Su was puzzled and said, "I asked you to wipe the place where you fell, so as not to bruise."

Yueming stuffed the medicine bottle into his sleeve and said, "Thank you, Master."

Fang Su looked at the painting on the table without raising his head and said, "Don't look at me, just rub the medicine."

Yueming had no choice but to take out the medicine again, pour out a little, and rub it on his wrist.

Fang Su didn't know what he did, he tore off the painting on the surface, and the real thing was the ship's defense map.

"Master Yuheng, why did you hide the defense map in the painting?"

Fang Su folded the portrait, threw it aside casually, and said, "Show your courtesy."

"Ok?"

"Everything he does is intended to be cute, but I don't know, what kind of courtesy he drew a portrait of me for you." Fang Su sneered.

Yue Ming remembered Bai Ri Yuheng's words and said something, so he didn't say anything.

Fang Su looked up and saw that she was still focusing on the piece on her wrist, and couldn't help but said, "What are you doing?"

Yueming said: "Apply medicine."

Fang Su laughed angrily, and said, "Did you wipe it like that?"

Yueming whispered: "You still have the nerve to talk about me?"

Fang Su put down his things, went over to snatch the bottle, glanced at her, and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Where did you hurt?"

Only then did Yueming understand what she meant, and immediately said, "Hand."

How could Fang Su believe her, and ordered: "Take off your clothes."

"doing what?"

"Wipe medicine. Are you wearing clothes?"

Yueming tightened his collar and said: "Master, I can do it myself, don't bother Master!"

Fang Su has one characteristic, she likes to force others to make things difficult for her, the more others refuse to let her do something, the more she will do it, she is naturally rebellious.

Of course, she almost didn't have her leg broken when she was a child because of this problem.

"No." Fang Su refused her slowly.

"master!"

"I haven't seen you before," Fang Su said with a little heat, and his voice was so low that it was seductive, "I'm still embarrassed now? Huh?"

Yueming was going crazy.

She is very upset now, she just wants to go out after everything is over, and find a Taoist temple to live in for two months by the way, to calm down, who knew that Fang Su would suddenly come to this.

"No!" Yue Ming refused to obey.

"Wait until you can beat yourself up." Fang Su said with a slight smile.

Yueming opened her mouth to speak, but she didn't know what to say. Fang Su came over with the bottle. She exhausted her whole life of martial arts, jumped up from the chair, and ran out the door.

Fang Su felt that this child was so much fun, she hadn't been this fun since she was 15 years old.

Fang Su said: "Don't move, Master doesn't want to hurt you."

Yueming thought she was going to kill him, and when he stopped, he felt his neck tighten.

Fang Su hooked her around her neck from behind and pressed her into her arms.

"Are you still embarrassed by this Marquis?" Fang Su got a little closer, and Yue Ming, who was breathing hot, shivered.

"No." She tried to calm down and said, "It's just that I'm tired and want to go back and rest."

"Too tired to apply medicine?"

Yueming dragged out the tune, and called out pitifully, "Master."

The master, who was full of grievances and showing weakness, was like a bolt from the blue, and Meng Zheng, who was standing outside, couldn't stand still.

The door was pushed open by a small crack by Yue Ming, and through the small crack, he saw Yue Ming being held in Fang Su's arms half-forcibly, and teased by his ear.

He felt that he was suspected of disturbing Lord Hou's good business, so he was about to tiptoe out when Yueming stopped him, "Master Meng!"

The author has something to say: Thank you little angel Fu Zhi for mine.

Thanks to the mines of the little angel of salted fish in the lane.

Thanks to 清らかな servant cherub's grenade.