The carriage in the Young Master's Mansion is particularly eye-catching. Confucian masters from all ages are painted on the side of the carriage. The lines are smooth and lifelike. You can tell it is Xun Yang's handiwork at a glance. It is said that the divine monk Fanse once personally asked Xun Yang to paint murals for Bodhi Temple. Two saints He lived alone in the mountains for half a year and became a close friend from then on.
Kissing on the neck is more like it!
"The bodhi flower in the Buddha, the crown covering the capital", Liang people's evaluation of Fanse and Xunyang are all connected together. The image of Fanse and Xunyang intersecting suddenly appeared in Shen Yunchu's mind, and he shivered with coldness. He trembled, and then looked at Xun Yang with something wrong in his eyes, "Fanse and Mr. are really close friends?"
Xun Yang glared at her fiercely, and used his slender fingers to lift up Shen Yunchu's skirt. Shen Yunchu suddenly turned pale with shock and grabbed his wrist, "What do you want to do, sir?"
"Look where you are injured." Xun Yang looked like he was in good weather. He was very satisfied with her reaction to her beautiful face. He easily got rid of her blockage. His hands kept moving, and his fingers opened the skirt of her shirt. bring.
Shen Yunchu's rolling and dodging movements became more panicked, trying his best to avoid his touch. Regardless of whether they were of different generations, they were a man and a woman after all, so there was no way he could really take off his clothes and look at her.
Xun Yang pressed her wound unceremoniously. Shen Yunchu froze, his heroic brows furrowed, he took a deep breath, and asked angrily: "Sir, you want to clean up the family!"
Xun Yang snorted coldly, "If you do stupid things in the future, you won't need me to clean up the house!"
"What do you mean?" Shen Yunchu grunted, Xun Yang was really not polite at all, and the pain caused cold sweat to break out on her forehead.
Xun Yang's fingers that untied her belt were slightly stiff, and his movements seemed to become more and more angry, "You are so stupid yourself, why do you need me to do it myself?"
Snow-white skin jumped into his eyes, and a layer of ink filled the bottom of his clear spring-like eyes.
Xun Yang snorted coldly, and pressed his jade fingers heavily on the purple skin, "This injury doesn't look like Ayu's kick. Although she is a bit fierce, she is not the kind who doesn't know how to measure. Where did your injury come from? "
Shen Yunchu took a sharp breath, and his face suddenly turned dark. The reason why she decided to be kicked by Princess Ankang was to cover up the truth of the injury. How could someone with sharp eyes like Xun Yang not see that there was something wrong with her body? She was injured, but she didn't expect that Xun Yang was disrespectful as a teacher and dared to lift her skirt to check the injury. Fortunately, he was known as the number one saint in the Liang Kingdom, and he actually ignored the defenses of men and women.
Seeing that she didn't answer, Xun Yang increased the strength of his hand by two points, "If this injury is moved two inches to the left and the force is a few more points, your left leg will be useless. If this is what you want, I can use my kindness to help you."
His voice was as gentle as the spring breeze, but it made Shen Yunchu tremble in fear. In her opinion, Xun Yang and Fan Se were generally people with incomplete six senses. They never understood such elegant things as caring for fragrance and cherishing jade, so she was useless. , it can really be done.
Her skills were taught by Xun Yang himself. Although she had not practiced internal skills, it was not a problem to avoid Ankang's kick. The reason why she did not avoid it was nothing more than a cruel trick.