In the vast and waveless eyes, there are two clusters of stars, which seem calm, but are actually turbulent.
"Put me down!" Chen Xi said seriously, "Don't forget, I have just been accused of being a licentious person. I have a high status as a national master, so don't let my reputation be tarnished by a vulgar person like me."
"..." Li Shuang's eyes dimmed as he looked at her.
It is indeed not the right thing for a monk to hold a woman in his arms, but there are always times when things are urgent.
With his thin lips slightly parted, he said calmly: "Princess, you are worrying too much. You are not in good health. Anyone who sees you should lend a helping hand."
Without stopping, he carried her and walked straight to the inner room.
"National Master? Are you here to see me and Xi'er having a baby?"
Chen Xi's body had just touched the bed board when he suddenly heard a voice not far away. He turned his head and closed his eyes, really wanting to faint.
At some point, Feng Qingyang walked out of the bathtub, wearing a thin piece of clothing loosely on her body, revealing two bits of dogwood, enjoying herself in the howling cold wind.
The posture is seductive.
He shook his semi-wet hair, raised his red lips slightly, smiled innocently and waved the big bath towel in his hand: "Xi'er, your hair is not dry yet? Can I help you wipe it?"
"
When everyone was reminded by him, they realized that Chen Xi's long hair was indeed still wet.
They all looked at the bathtub in the center of the room and saw water stains all around the bathtub, as if they had been in a water fight.
Before they came, these sixteen princes and princesses...
A charming picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water appeared in everyone's eyes.
God, this, this, this...
Grandma Rong made a serious face and made a fuss: "Princess, you just had a miscarriage and can't take a bath. How...how can you...can..."
Oops, there were some things she was embarrassed to say.
Nishang had a blushing face, and his angry eyes moved back and forth between her body and Feng Qingyang's body. Her eyes said: "Princess, take care of yourself, take care of yourself..."
Lishuang remained silent, and his handsome bronze face, which he had tanned from traveling abroad all year round, turned pale due to Feng Qingyang's hint.
He clenched and released his fists, and after a while he said: "People who are weak should not have their hair wet. Princess, please help me dry your hair."
The palms of her hands shook. Before Chen Xi could refuse, the warm breath floated onto Chen Xi's hair. In the blink of an eye, the girl's long hair was flowing and dry as silk.
Feng Qingyang's phoenix eyes blinked lightly, and in the backlight, no one could clearly see the dark light flashing through his eyes.
He chuckled: "The Imperial Master is so powerful. Come on, come on, can you help me dry my hair too?"
The Imperial Master's eyes were focused, "...Okay!"
The wind blows from the palm, blowing up the man's waist-length hair. In the gentle warm wind, the man's clothes are half-covered. The two extremes of innocence and evil are combined. It is so beautiful that it is so charming and fairy that people can't take their eyes away.
He looked at Li Shuang with a smile, without blinking.
After a while, Li Shuang withdrew the spiritual power in his palm, and he smiled innocently and said: "The master's hand is really powerful. It would be great if he could cut it off and give it to me! Haha, then I and Xi'er will have to brag about it in the future.
It’s much easier to dry your hair, right?”
Lishuang: "..."
Chen Xi frowned, when did this kid have such bloody thoughts?
She coughed a few times and deliberately ignored Feng Qingyang's words. When she looked at Li Shuang's expressionless face, she asked lightly: "Is the Imperial Master coming to Prince Gong's Mansion for something important? Could it be that the Emperor asked you to continue punishing me?"
?" In the vast and waveless eyes, there are two clusters of stars, which seem to be calm, but are actually turbulent.
"Put me down!" Chen Xi said seriously, "Don't forget, I have just been accused of being a licentious person. I have a high status as a national master, so don't let my reputation be tarnished by a vulgar person like me."
"..." Li Shuang's eyes dimmed as he looked at her.
It is indeed not the right thing for a monk to hold a woman in his arms, but there are always times when things are urgent.
With his thin lips slightly parted, he said calmly: "Princess, you are worrying too much. You are not in good health. Anyone who sees you should lend a helping hand."
Without stopping, he carried her and walked straight to the inner room.
"National Master? Are you here to see me and Xi'er having a baby?"
Chen Xi's body had just touched the bed board when he suddenly heard a voice not far away. He turned his head and closed his eyes, really wanting to faint.
At some point, Feng Qingyang walked out of the bathtub, wearing a thin piece of clothing loosely on her body, revealing two bits of dogwood, enjoying herself in the howling cold wind.
The posture is seductive.
He shook his semi-wet hair, raised his red lips slightly, smiled innocently and waved the big bath towel in his hand: "Xi'er, your hair is not dry yet? Can I help you wipe it?"
"
When everyone was reminded by him, they realized that Chen Xi's long hair was indeed still wet.
They all looked at the bathtub in the center of the room and saw water stains all around the bathtub, as if they had been in a water fight.
Before they came, these sixteen princes and princesses...
A charming picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water appeared in everyone's eyes.
God, this, this, this...
Grandma Rong made a serious face and made a fuss: "Princess, you just had a miscarriage and can't take a bath. How...how can you...can..."
Oops, there were some things she was embarrassed to say.
Nishang had a blushing face, and his angry eyes moved back and forth between her body and Feng Qingyang's body. Her eyes said: "Princess, take care of yourself, take care of yourself..."
Lishuang remained silent, and his handsome bronze face, which he had tanned from traveling abroad all year round, turned pale due to Feng Qingyang's hint.
He clenched and released his fists, and after a while he said: "People who are weak should not have their hair wet. Princess, please help me dry your hair."
The palms of her hands shook. Before Chen Xi could refuse, the warm breath floated onto Chen Xi's hair. In the blink of an eye, the girl's long hair was flowing and dry as silk.
Feng Qingyang's phoenix eyes blinked lightly, and in the backlight, no one could clearly see the dark light flashing through his eyes.
He chuckled: "The Imperial Master is so powerful. Come on, come on, can you help me dry my hair too?"
The Imperial Master's eyes were focused, "...Okay!"
The wind blows from the palm, blowing up the man's waist-length hair. In the gentle warm wind, the man's clothes are half-covered. The two extremes of innocence and evil are combined. It is so beautiful that it is so charming and fairy that people can't take their eyes away.
He looked at Li Shuang with a smile, without blinking.
After a while, Li Shuang withdrew the spiritual power in his palm, and he smiled innocently and said: "The master's hand is really powerful. It would be great if he could cut it off and give it to me! Haha, then I and Xi'er will have to brag about it in the future.
It’s much easier to dry your hair, right?”
Lishuang: "..."
Chen Xi frowned, when did this kid have such bloody thoughts?
She coughed a few times and deliberately ignored Feng Qingyang's words. When she looked at Li Shuang's expressionless face, she asked lightly: "Is the Imperial Master coming to Prince Gong's Mansion for something important? Could it be that the Emperor asked you to continue punishing me?"