It was a very pleasant stay at Bai Yin's house. The time also changed from afternoon to evening. When Muren's fiery voice exploded in the outer city, Mei Liangchen smiled bitterly and handed the sleeping Alahan back to Siqin.
She's leaving.
The short period of freedom that Bai Yin had fought for for her passed so quickly.
Baiyin sent her out of the felt tent. In the dusk on the grassland, the sunset on the horizon reflected the faces of the herdsmen red. Baiyin brought the mare with shiny coat and helped her get on the horse's back.
Siqin waved to her, but Baiyin stuffed a paper bag into her hand, "It won't hurt you, don't worry, eat it!"
She looked back in emotion and waved vigorously at them, "Thank you...Thank you..."
The Royal Palace of the North.
Shanhezhai.
The candlelight flickered in the bedroom, reflecting Yelu Qingge's handsome face with cold lines. There was a steaming basin in front of him, and he was only wearing a pair of obscene pants, and he was teasing the thick hair on his thighs with his fingers.
Gauze knot.
The little thing he had let go all day was curled up at the end of the bed, ignoring him and not even looking at him.
"Meengiya!" He withdrew his hand and called her with lowered eyes.
What responded to him was a long silent silence.
He raised his eyebrows, and a wave of irritation filled his dark eyes. "Meengiya, don't make me angry!"
She finally made some movement, got up, walked around him and got out of bed, then stood upright in front of him, lowering her eyes but not speaking.
He lost his temper because of her stubbornness. He threw the cloth for washing the wound to her and said, "Help me change the dressing!"
She looked at his injured leg, bent down and sat on the step stool, and used her dexterous fingertips to untie the tight knot of gauze. He chuckled with satisfaction, stroked her hair with his fingertips, and asked: "Afternoon
How are you doing in the outer city?" The implication is obvious, as long as you behave well, I will naturally make your life happy.
"Well..." She nodded and responded in a low voice.
She lifted up the gauze with her little hand and couldn't help but tremble the moment she touched the wound. No matter how angry she was or how much she didn't want to be by his side, she couldn't deny that his almost erotic love for her was to the point where she couldn't bear it.
The point where it started.
For her humble status, she committed suicide in front of the generals to save others. It was not a show, not a cool act, it was just that he wanted her to stay by his side. Because he knew that if her relative Battelle died, then she would also die.
I will never live alone in this world.
The wound was well treated by Baiyin. There was no ulcer or inflammation. Under the light, the blood scab condensed into fine lines, still looking hideous and terrifying. She reached out and touched the skin around his wound and found some signs of redness and swelling. Look.
Come on, the effect of the wound medicine has been exhausted.
There was disinfectant solution in the scrubbing basin. She dipped it in a cloth and carefully wiped it on his wound. Although she didn't know much about pharmacology, she had received professional training in surgical care.
She sterilized her with a cloth and was about to apply the wound medicine on his leg when he suddenly pulled her up, turned her over, and pressed her under him.
She didn't scream, but fluttered her long black fan-like eyelashes uneasily. He lowered his head and kissed her lips, holding her chin with his big hand and fixing it below him. "Meengiya, every inch of my body is here.
He's screaming for you!" His pants were wide, but they were filled to the brim with the huge object, which was pressing piercingly against her lower abdomen, full of desire to conquer.
"It's not convenient for me." When she was secretly preparing to drink the medicine given by Bai Yin, she felt a strange feeling in her lower body. She confirmed it, and the belated letter from Yue actually came.
"Ho ho..." He smiled maliciously, clamped her jaw, and met her misty black eyes. "Don't try to lie to me."
She struggled in embarrassment, "If you don't believe me, just touch it!" She had just changed her menstrual belt, and the pain in her lower abdomen was unbearable, so she curled up on the bed and tried to fall asleep early.
His big hand shamelessly reached into her panties. After feeling her abnormality, he retracted his hand angrily, put it between his nose and smelled it, and said, "What a disappointment!"
She didn't mean to anger him, but her reaction when she heard this sentence surprised even herself. "You can go to any concubine's room, I just ask you not to disturb me!"
His eyes suddenly became cold and terrifying. She flinched, but still stubbornly turned her head.
"I'm going, don't regret it!" He stood up and shouted toward the door: "Rasu Rong!"
"Sir..." Lasu Rongcheng entered the door in fear, not daring to look at the spring scenery on the bed. He lowered his head and almost tripped over the flower pot in the corner...
"Wait for me to change clothes and go to Tana's garden."
Rasu Rong was extremely surprised, but after all, he was the chief steward of the palace who had seen various scenes. He lowered his head, responded, and went to the closet to find a new robe for him.
Yelu Qingge remained silent. He grabbed a handful of medicine and sprinkled it on the wound. When he pulled the gauze to wrap it, he found that the mass was pressed under Mei Liangchen's body and rolled up into a shape.
The iron palm touched her waist unceremoniously, and when he was about to push her away, he realized that the touch under his hand seemed not quite right.
"What's wrong with you! Meengiya!" He turned over the trembling and weak body, but was shocked by the way she gritted her teeth and endured.
In just a few dozen seconds, she changed from a biting beast to a little she-wolf that fell into an ice cave and struggled to death. Her expression looked extremely painful. Her forehead, nape of neck, and palms were all soaked with water.
Moist cold sweat.
"Go...go..." She didn't need his attention. It would be better for him to go anywhere than to have him stay here to torture her.
Yelu Qingge's eyes turned cold and he stared at her stubborn face. He was so angry that he couldn't speak. Putting aside his violent temper in the past, he would definitely throw the doting woman off the bed to vent his anger.
Angry. He is a majestic prince in the north. Other than worshiping Cheng Huan, who among the women would dare to be so disrespectful to him! Only she, this rebellious woman, dared to peel off his hard armor and hurt his heart...