Empress Lin put down the unfinished memorial in her hand, and rushed towards the wing where Su Bei was in angrily.
She had obviously just taken a shower, her skin was still a bit flushed, and her dimples were a shy blush, as bright and moving as a hibiscus.
It's not that I'm very angry, I just feel that I was let go for no reason. Does that mean Su Bei doesn't take this matter to heart at all?
Yes, it is a small matter to him.
But for me, this is a big deal.
At a small scale, it is just to get one person, but at a big scale, it is related to the inheritance of the Dongfeng Ancient Kingdom, and it is no joke.
He never thought that before he reached the door of Su Bei's room, he would bump into a woman.
He raised his head and looked at Shan Wulan who suddenly appeared as if he was deliberately blocking his way. He frowned and asked doubtfully:
"Fairy Shan, what does this mean?"
Shan Wulan glanced at Lin Jinyu, watched where she was going, and asked absently:
"Well, where is Queen Lin going?"
Queen Lin's body stiffened for a moment, and she wanted to say that she would go to Su Bei to ask why she didn't stay in the same room with her alone last night?
What is this nonsense?
It was as if I had gone up to deliver it myself. It was strange. Although I had absolutely no trouble in my heart, it sounded like a woman who was not adhering to women's ethics.
He coughed lightly, looked at Shan Wulan with a slight guilty conscience, and looked up at the sky:
"Well, I am feeling tired after reviewing the memorial."
"Come out for a walk."
Shan Wulan's eyes did not change at all, he nodded and said "Oh", and also smiled and said:
"Writing and reviewing memorials is indeed a headache. Wu Lan thought that Queen Lin was going to find my husband."
"It just so happens that Wulan has some free time today, why not accompany the queen to stroll around Nandu? It's also a good way to relax?"
"..."
Lin Jinyu raised her dark eyebrows, then put on a smile at her, wanting to get out of here quickly.
Just when he was about to refuse, he found that his hand had been held by Shan Wulan very naturally, and his body stiffened subconsciously.
Looking at Queen Lin's actions, Shan Wulan frowned and whispered:
"What? The queen doesn't like it?"
Lin Jinyu reacted quickly. She quickly held Shan Wulan's little hand behind her back and said with a kind face:
"How is that possible? I really like shopping."
"Xianzi Shan doesn't know. Hey, my wife doesn't come back all day long. All his work is done by me. I hardly have any free time these days."
"The rooster outside crowed early today and didn't get a good rest..."
"Let's go, let's go."
Shan Wulan also had a very hypocritical smile on his face, nodded in agreement, looked at her and said leisurely:
"Su Bei is also like this. He is often not by my side."
"I'm the only one left here all alone."
At this point, the conversation suddenly changed, and he looked at Lin Jinyu's face meaningfully and said:
"But as women, we can't let our husbands feel cold, even if he is a little busy..."
"Queen, are you right?"
These words made Queen Lin feel relieved. Good guy, is this not a coincidence that she met her, or is she blocking her at her own door?
She really wanted to retort that she had no real relationship with your family, but the words came to her lips but she couldn't say anything.
It was obvious that he had been naked twice and had his bellyband stolen, which had become a lingering shadow in his heart. Sometimes he would dream about him when he went to bed at night. But now it was his fault?
The queen's breathing became a little faster, her chest rose and fell slightly, and she felt a little aggrieved.
Sure enough, there is no good person who has anything to do with Su Bei.
After calming down his thoughts and making himself look like a normal person, he nodded in agreement:
"What Fairy Shan said is indeed true. We are all good women. We should avoid taboos..."
Shan Wulan, who had been silently observing the subtle expressions on Lin Jinyu's face, felt his heart sink instantly.
I originally thought that I was overthinking it, and it was impossible for Su Bei to have anything to do with a married woman, but what did she mean by this? Did she really find out?
When did Su Bei change his taste? None of the women can satisfy him anymore?
Do you like married women!?
The other little hand tightly grasped the corner of the skirt, and then loosened it again, making the corner of his lips look like a smile:
"Yes, they are all good women."
"let's go."
Holding hands, the two good women walked out of the courtyard absentmindedly, like besties who had known each other for many years.
...
In the wing room.
Su Bei's vision gradually returned to clarity, and he looked seriously at Xiao Ruoqing in his arms.
Her body was slightly bent to lean on her, her dimples were a blushing blush, and her quiet eyes were filled with water. They were not tears, but other lingering emotions.
Seeing her like this, Su Bei couldn't help but think of his pretentious indifference when he first met her.
For a while, it was difficult to put these two temperaments together.
"Master...what's wrong with you?"
Xiao Ruoqing looked at Su Bei staring directly at her, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.
Su Bei was startled for a moment, turned his head and said softly:
"Well, nothing."
He doesn't want to deceive himself.
Su Bei knew that after these few days, whether it was Mo Li or Xiao Ruoqing, the relationship in his heart was definitely more than just a simple master-disciple relationship.
The tenderness revealed in Xiao Ruoqing's sharp eyes became the sharpest blade that pierced him, making Su Bei unable to look at her... He finally began to doubt himself.
"Is there something you want to say to Ruoqing?"
Xiao Ruoqing seemed to have noticed something, her cheeks were red, she pursed her lips tightly, deliberately removing the words "master" and "disciple" from their titles, and asked.
Su Bei looked at Xiao Ruoqing who was pressing against his chest and nodded:
"Yeah, there is."
Xiao Ruoqing's heart moved. She tried her best to calm down and looked at Su Bei cautiously:
"What do you want to say?"
Su Bei smiled bitterly and said:
"Disciple...can you move a little bit?"
Xiao Ruoqing was obviously surprised by the unexpected answer. She was stunned for a moment, and then she found that her head was leaning on Su Bei's penetrating wound. Su Bei's cheeks were obviously a little pale.
Xiao Ruoqing lowered her head and silently stood up from Su Bei's body. Then under Su Bei's gaze, she began to take off Su Bei's shirt with her small hands, revealing her watery muscle lines.
——Su Bei was naked, and Xiao Ruoqing was helping him deal with his injuries.
Gently and carefully apply plaster on Su Bei's scar, wrap the bandage bit by bit, and wipe away the blood.
"Master, close your eyes, don't look at Ruoqing..."
Listening to Xiao Ruoqing's slightly pleading voice, Su Bei closed his eyes obediently.
Feeling the warm towel gently and delicately sliding over his body, he wiped Su Bei softly and delicately.
Xiao Ruoqing took advantage of Su Bei's eyes to close and carefully looked at his long eyelashes and the brows that occasionally frowned slightly due to pain.
"If my disciple doesn't practice swordsmanship, I think he must be a qualified female doctor."
Su Bei sighed as he felt her delicate techniques, and besides healing his wounds, she also massaged his body, completely relaxing his tense muscles.
"Master, okay..."
Xiao Ruoqing stared at Su Bei's tent with a red face, turned her head, and wrung out the towel in her hand.
The freshly poured basin of clear water was already red. She wiped the delicate sweat on her forehead, which was caused by the heat or nervousness. She picked up the basin of water and walked out of the room to pour it.
Lose.
"Disciple, help Master dress."
Su Bei was a little embarrassed, but looking at Xiao Ruoqing who had already picked up her clothes, she still let her carefully put it on him.
Finally, Xiao Ruoqing couldn't help it anymore and asked an incomprehensible question:
"Um...Master, can you take away that one?"
"This...this is instinct, and I can't control it as a teacher."
"Isn't it said that monks can control every muscle in the body?"
"Disciple, theoretically speaking, this is not a muscle, but something called the spongy body, which is filled with blood."
“What is corpora cavernosa?”
"Well, you can think of it as a piece of soaked dough."
"Oh fine."
Su Bei bent over and stood up, then sat down involuntarily, with a look of helplessness on his face.
After Xiao Ruoqing put on clothes for Su Bei, she hurried out of the room. When she came back, she held a bowl of hot porridge in her hands and said softly:
"Master, this is Zijun cooking porridge for you."
Su Bei was half-lying on the bed, looking gently at the woman who was busy with him.
Thinking about it, this should be my happiest moment.
He stretched out his hand to take the bowl of porridge, but Xiao Ruoqing avoided it. Then he sat down closely next to her, leaned down, took out a small spoonful from the bowl, opened her red lips and blew it gently.
, until she thought the temperature was just right, she carefully handed it to the corner of Su Bei's mouth:
"Master, ah~"
Su Bei stared blankly at the scene in front of him and subconsciously opened his mouth.
I have never felt such gentle and meticulous care. Being around my disciple actually gives me a feeling of being filled with love.
After a while, the bowl was empty, and Xiao Ruoqing turned and left.
Su Bei looked at her disappearing back. Her elegant temperament and winding curves narrowed inward along both sides until she reached her waist and outlined a beautiful arc.
He has never been so nostalgic for a person, and this person is still his disciple. He cannot define this kind of relationship in his heart. It is intimate, but due to his identity, he cannot penetrate the layer of window paper.
At this time, Li Zijun hurried over, holding a pot of freshly boiled hot water in his hand.
"Master, Senior Sister said you were injured."
Seeing Su Bei who was lying on the bed a little distracted, he couldn't help but quicken his pace.
In this life, I have never seen him look so weak:
"Master, please take good care of yourself. Whatever you need in the past few days, leave it to Zijun."
"If you need anything, just tell Zijun and Zijun will cook it for you if you want to eat."
Su Bei came back to his senses and looked at the gentle woman in front of him with a concerned look on his face. He could still smell the fragrance of her body right next to him.
"good......"
He nodded, his voice was a little choked for the first time.
It turns out that I can be cared for with such tenderness, it turns out that I still have such a bond with them, and it turns out that I don’t have to carry everything myself.
"Master, I want to go see Sword Girl."
After the words fell, Xiao Ruoqing walked into the room, looked at Su Bei and said:
"Disciple just went to see Sword Lady's room."
"She probably hasn't absorbed the power of the medicine yet and is still in a coma. But her breathing is even, so there shouldn't be anything serious."
Su Bei let out a breath. No wonder there was no movement in the system in her mind. It seemed like she hadn't finished absorbing it yet.
"When is Mo Li's date for the fight?"
Xiao Ruoqing looked up at the sun and saw that the time was approaching.
"Let's go see Mo Li."
Su Bei stood up and waved his hands to the two people who wanted to caress him. He was not so weak that he could not walk.
The two women followed Su Bei, one on the left and the other on the right, and straightened out Su Bei's slightly wrinkled back shirt.
...
Since early in the morning, the news that an ordinary disciple of the Sword Sect wanted to challenge Elder Su's second disciple has been missing. It is not known who spread the news and publicized it.
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Elder Su of the Sword Sect, ordinary disciples challenge direct disciples, these words are related together, and it sounds like a drama with a counterattack script written.
The disciples of each sect had already smelled the news and occupied an excellent position around the martial arts stage in front of the crossing, waiting to observe the strength of the Sword Sect disciples.
Before starting the game, the better you can understand a person's strength, the better you can develop countermeasures.
After all, Mo Li was already a genius known throughout the world even before he became a disciple of the Sword Sect.
As for the man named Mo Fan, although he had never made any mistakes, but he dared to challenge Mo Li, he probably had a reason to do so.
"Did you know? This Mo Fan is said to be a sacred bone! He was only an ordinary disciple because of the Sword Sect's suppression. Otherwise, how could this talent not be passed down directly?"
"Ah? There is such a theory? Who suppressed it?"
"Who else could it be? As long as you know this and I know it, don't spread it out..."
"It's natural!"
A fat man whispered in a monk's ear, and after speaking, he disappeared into the crowd.
After a while, he lay down next to a monk again:
"do you know?......"
"Hiss—there is such a thing!"
"Of course! You have to know that it is difficult for an ordinary person to gain a foothold in this world, let alone that Mo Fan is so outstanding."
"You mean, this Mo Fan is stronger than Mo Li from the Sword Sect?"