After sending Aunt Rou away, Yuan Feixing's face turned red and white while sitting in the small flower hall.

But he learned from the lessons from the last time, calmed down for a moment, and then hid the "Eight Pokémons to Keep the Prince" that Aunt Rou spent a lot of money to help him customize, called the turtle.

After stuffing the wooden box to the bottom of his suitcase, Yuan Feixing regretted the money given to Aunt Rou. At first, he just hoped that the other party would live a more relaxed life, but she didn't expect that she not only helped him find out the news, but also tried her best to help him keep the man.

He was probably raised as a thin horse since childhood. Even though he was persecuted by Mrs. Hou for many years, he was too obsessed with his mind, but he could not get out of the size of the backyard. He had limited vision but did his best to treat him well. The so-called mother's beloved son is far-reaching.

However, Yuan Feixing still covered his face, hoping that Aunt Rou would not surprise him again!!

This thing is not smaller than a white porcelain jar and it is buried by digging a hole. Most of it is covered with metal and jade, and it cannot be burned. Yuan Feixing thought about it and decided to hide it first, and he would deal with it properly when Qin Shao resumed his post or led his troops out!

After smoothing the traces in the suitcase, Yuan Feixing thought of the bottle of haunted ointment again! It was obviously an ordinary ancient version of lubricant! What the hell is that dog thing Qin Shao?

Yuan Feixing was waiting in the room with the invisible forty-meter steel knife in his hand, but Qin Shao didn't know where he went and waited for the old doctor who had used the dinner house to take the pulse.

The old man in gray robe twisted his beard and put his fingertips on the veil for a while, saying that he had done a good job of taking medicine, diet and fitness during this period. When Yuan Feixing was dressing up, he also noticed that his complexion had improved, and his cheeks had a small loss of flesh, and the lines were smoother.

Thinking that when the disease is cured, can you stop taking medicine? Yuan Feixing was happy and said with a strong tone: "Do you still need to continue taking medicine?"

The old man was a little embarrassed and hesitated for a moment before bowing: "The dose of the villain may be slightly reduced, but it still needs to be taken."

Yuan Feixing pursed his lips and felt depressed, so he heard Qin Shao's voice coming from the outer room, "The dosage of medicine cannot be reduced."

Immediately, the man came to the side of the doctor and said to the old doctor beside him: "From the future, follow the previous prescription." After the old man responded, Qin Shao asked someone to retreat.

Then he bounced Yuan Feixing's forehead very lightly and said sternly with a stern face: "You must not delay your physical affairs."

Yuan Feixing covered his forehead and glared at him. When he saw others, he had only one thought: 日本! 日本!

Seeing that his reaction was strange, Qin Shao directly took Yuan Feixing's hand and sat next to him, and asked softly: "Is Yuan'er tired of candied sugar?"

Yuan Feixing lifted his eyelids and glanced at him sideways, then pulled back his little hand and spread his palm in front of the man, and said angrily: "Prince, where is the sage ointment?"

Qin Shao's eyes flashed and his lips curled up. His big palm immediately grabbed his green onion fingers, and kissed him in the palm of his palm. Then, without waiting for Yuan Feixing to react, he pressed the person into the couch, and his strong legs were pressed in, and he opened his mouth and wanted to hold the blush.

Yuan Feixing was hugged tightly, and he could only bare his little white teeth and chew on the man's chin. At this time, he dared to do whatever he wanted! Do it! Do it!

Qin Shao ignored the pain in his jaw and put it on the young man's palm again. Only then did he realize the anger in the other person's heart, and he immediately coughed. Yuan Feixing let go, and Qin Shao turned over and lay on the other side of the couch, covering his chest and continuing to cough with pain.

Yuan Feixing:...

You'd better be true!

After waiting for a long time, Qin Shao had barely slowed down his formation. Yuan Feixing had already sat up with a cold face, picked up the tea bowl and lowered his eyes, trying to see if this dog could cough out his lungs.

Qin Shao stopped his momentum, picked up Yuan Feixing's handkerchief and pressed his lips, then said weakly: "Even if Yuan'er wants it now, she may have to recover her body for her husband."

After hearing this, Yuan Feixing wanted to splash the cup of hot tea on the face of the stinky hooligan. After thinking about it, it was a pity that the tea was not hot enough, otherwise he would have to burn his skin for a few layers.

Yuan Feixing blinked fiercely, speaking with anger, "Why did the prince tease the villain that day?"

"The villain only realized today that the jar was just ordinary ointment." After saying that, he pursed his lips hard, staring at the clear tooth marks on the man's chin, trying his best to restrain his heart that would chew on him for a few more mouthfuls.

Qin Shao curled his lips when he heard this, then sat up from the couch and leaned over to Yuan Feixing. Yuan Feixing hid in the small table for an inch, and Qin Shao was nearly an inch. The two of them moved along the way, almost squeezing the small table full of refreshments off the short table.

Yuan Feixing grinned, "Prince!" Are you fucking dead?

Qin Shao flashed his eyes at him, and then carried the person on his shoulder. Yuan Feixing was shocked, and immediately struggled and twisted, kicking Qin Shao's sternum in panic.

Hearing the man's groan, Yuan Feixing didn't dare to move anymore, and was really afraid that he would not be able to resist the steel and iron feet and kick the target's chest through.

He covered his face and refused to see the looks of the servants in the mansion who were ghosts or teasing. Qin Shao took his long legs and his steps were fast and steady. He carried his weak chicken body as if nothing had happened. He turned into the study in a few steps before putting him on the table.

Before Yuan Feixing could attack, he took out a white porcelain jar from the shelf beside him, then opened his lips and said, "I had admitted my mistake before, but I didn't expect such a joke."

Yuan Feixing, although he had no evidence, he decided not to believe that Qin Shao made the mistake.

Yuan Feixing snatched the white porcelain jar from him, spat in his heart and turned away. In ancient society, he was completely ineligible to challenge Qin Shao, so he would forget it if he knew it.

Humph! Be patient and deceive you to the perfect level. Qin Shao will go fuck him!

Yuan Feixing left, Qin Shao followed him, and the two returned to the room again. Qin Shao took the man into his arms and asked in a low voice: "Why didn't Yuan'er give me a man's character?"

"It's good to beat and bite like just now."

Yuan Feixing: "?" He was diagnosed and fell off a horse and broke his brain.

He lowered his head and whispered: "I dare not. The life of my aunt and I were given by the prince. It is true that the prince will say whatever he said. It is better to understand it if he misunderstood. I don't want to leave a sense of slut."

Qin Shao raised his eyebrows, hooked Yuan Feixing's jaw, and asked in a deep voice: "I am everything to you? Whatever I say, you will get from?"

Yuan Feixing lifted his eyelids and looked at him, his eyes tilted to the side, and his voice was soft and soft, "I'm right."

Qin Shao let go of his hand, looked at him with dark eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Then I want you to treat me as an ordinary person from now on."
Chapter completed!