After Huang Ying'er let out a cry, she found that Miao'er behind her was surprisingly not talking back. When she turned her head, she suddenly looked like a frightened rabbit.

She panickedly covered the brocade quilt beside her, covering her delicate body, her pretty face was blushing, and said in a vague way: "Brother Xiao Hou, why are you?"

When Hou Xuanyan saw her pulling the quilt, she covered her wounds, and she might have touched her wounds a long time ago, so she hurriedly said, "Don't cover them!"

Huang Ying'er's pretty cheeks turned red, her chest was undulating, and her eyes were full of shyness. She thought Hou Xuanyan was ordering her not to block her body. Although she was so embarrassed that she straightened her toes, her pink fist that tightly clenched the quilt slowly loosened, and slowly opened the quilt gently, her beautiful figure was revealed inch by inch, and she blushed and said aggrievedly: "Relying on the fact that she likes you, she is so domineering."

Hou Xuanyan was amused and laughed. He walked to the bed with a basin, held her hands and said with a doting look on his face: "Ying'er, I like you in my heart, and I know your feelings. We will be husband and wife sooner or later. I am afraid that you will encounter a wound, so please let me bandage you, okay?" When Hou Xuan's speech, he stared at Huang Ying'er's eyes intently, feeling affectionate.

Huang Ying'er was held by him, and her heart felt warm, her heart beat hard, and a slight ummy sound was made in her throat. Hou Xuanyan looked at her with peach blossoms and couldn't help but sit on the edge of the bed and hugged her in her arms. Huang Ying'er did not resist and let him hold her, feeling ashamed and happy. In her heart, Hou Xuanyan had long pursued herself crazy. And it was the very violent method of bombing with priceless jewelry, so the most touching love words in the world were all rustic and generous.

Hou Xuanyan gently stroked her hair, enjoying the rare tenderness. When the responsibility of an era is held onto a person's shoulders, what he needs is to carry forward silently in this troubled world. God's will has been clearly written in the history books of later generations. Hou Xuanyan wanted to change that ending, just go against the sky. A man was seven feet tall, and his blood could dye several flags red. The heavy pressure made him eager to long for a harbor. The beauty in his arms was like a little sugar man, sweet to Hou Xuanyan's heart, making him unable to help but hug Huang Ying'er tightly. The sweet and affectionate atmosphere in the house made Hou Xuanyan take off his guard, thinking that he could temporarily avoid the shocking waves outside in the small harbor.

He gently picked up Huang Ying'er's shy face and kissed her gently. Seeing Huang Ying'er's eyes closed, Hou Xuan said in a narrow voice: "Ying'er, we'll..."

Huang Ying'er felt as if she was lightning, and her body trembled and she was ashamed to say: "What do you want...I want...How about?"

Hou Xuan smiled humbly and said, "I want to bandage your wound."

Huang Ying'er said coquettishly and was tricked by Hou Xuanyan on the bed and lay down obediently. Hou Xuanyan had been in the army for a long time and had learned to bandage the wound for trauma. He first washed the wound with clean water until there was no blood. He opened the medicine box next to him and carefully sprinkled the Jinchuang medicine on the wound. Huang Ying'er groaned. She was not seriously injured, but she looked particularly eye-catching on her fair legs.

Hou Xuanyan said nervously: "How is it? Does it hurt? Hold on, otherwise it will not heal if it becomes purulent."

Huang Ying'er nodded, her face turned slightly pale, and she said, "It doesn't hurt."

Miao'er, who was originally planning to wrap Huang Ying'er's wound, went to the doctor's place to prepare the materials as soon as she went to Chuzhou Prefecture. Hou Xuanyan picked up the clean white cloth that had been placed next to her and tore it into pieces, and wanted to bandage the wound.

"Release your legs, Ying'er." Huang Ying'er cried and stretched her thighs straightened and raised them slightly. When Hou Xuanyan saw that it was difficult to start, he simply suppressed his straight legs on his shoulders and wrapped them up layer by layer.

Huang Yinger, a virgin in her boudoir, was unable to suffer such a posture. She had already gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. Hou Xuanyan's big hand shuttled between her legs, and she was inevitably touched while bandaging it. Every time, it was caused by spring tide, and the pain in the wound had long been thrown out of the sky.

Hou Xuanyan looked at the fruits of his labor with satisfaction, clapped his hands and said, "The job is done." When Huang Ying was a child, she had become a cooked shrimp, red all over. The corners of her eyebrows and eyes were the unique charm of a girl, and her shy and charming look was so slim. Hou Xuanyan thought for a while and knew the whole story. He dryed his throat and swallowed, "Ying'er, the wind was too strong tonight, so I won't go back." After saying that, he raised the brocade quilt and covered the two of them. The wind outside the window blew at the right time, and the wind was cheerful and emotional.

Hou Xuanyan held her into his arms, biting her earlobe like a pearl and said, "Ying'er, I will never let you bleed and hurt again."

Huang Ying'er, a young girl, was intoxicated at this moment, and her body was warm and soft. Hou Xuanyan used all her skills, exerting her gentleness and making Huang Ying'er scream.

The residence is deep and the people are quiet and the spring night is coming, and the heart is full of feces. The flowers and leaves have broken the stamens, and the willows have hanged and shaken the willow branches.

Hou Xuanyan deserves the best person in the world who is not trustworthy. In less than a moment, he personally injured Huang Ying'er and had blood from the bed sheet...

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The next morning, the sun shone brightly, Hou Xuanyan reached out and touched it, and the warmth was still gone.

He got up, stretched his waist, and the door was pushed open with a creaking sound. A pair of twins looked at the naked Hou Xuanyan, blushing.

"Young Master is awake, we will wait for you to wash up."

No matter how thick-skinned Hou Xuanyan was, he couldn't bear to eat and quickly put on his clothes. He coughed lightly and asked, "Where is Ying'er?"

The two little maids looked at each other and smiled, lowered their heads and said, "Miss, she's going to prepare for breakfast."

Hou Xuanyan raised his head and asked in surprise: "Her injuries have not yet been cured, why are she running around everywhere?"

Shuang'er, who was standing beside her, covered her mouth and chuckled, and asked, "Which injury is the young master talking about?"

Hou Xuanyan pulled her over, stroked her hand to the side of her thigh, and said, "Of course it's here, do you think it's..." He said, looking at the place he shouldn't have looked.

Shuang'er's face suddenly turned red and she left his legs as if she was running away, lowering her head and fiddling with the washing tools.

Hou Xuanyan laughed, just such a good thing, he is still a hooligan with me?

At this time, a voice came from outside the door: "General, a group of civil and military officials in Fuzhou City follow His Majesty to Chuzhou Prefecture. Your Majesty is eager to call you to go."

Hou Xuanyan was stunned for a moment and slapped the table: "Damn it, so shameless!"
Chapter completed!