Then, the final result was that the three of them were so exhausted that they collapsed on the ground and didn't want to move a finger. They didn't have the strength, which was very pitiful.
When we entered the underwater world to have dinner, my hands were shaking so much that I couldn't hold the chopsticks steadily. Of course, the other two were better, but Cheng Muyan's hands were shaking so much that I couldn't hold the chopsticks steady, and I couldn't hold the bowl. She almost lost it when she was mainly collecting boxes and sealing them.
The fingers cramped from pinching them, but they still screamed at the end. The two maids carried the bowls and served the finished food. Guoguo and Cheng Modao were very tired, but at least they were not as exaggerated as Cheng Muyan. After eating and drinking in the evening, they still had
I spent all my energy playing mahjong with the two girls, euphemistically called relaxing.
Cheng Muyan was as soft as a puddle of mud. The maid held her in the rocking chair and rested with a soft pillow on her back. This time, Cheng Muyan no longer had the time to think about the philosophy of life. She used the spiritual power in her meridians to repair her limbs.
Skeleton, there are two maids outside rubbing the potion to massage and knead her, which is painful and refreshing.
Just look back at her.
However, Cheng Muyan is being tortured so much that she doesn't care whether she is embarrassed or not. She is so painful that she is sweating profusely, but she still has to hold her down with her hands. If she doesn't rub the muscles all over her body, she will still feel uncomfortable tomorrow.
But the two maids were also upright. The master said to use as much force as possible, which made the usually quiet and peaceful palace as lively as a New Year's pig slaughter, frightening all the timid underwater creatures and swimming fish and shrimps.
I huddled up and wanted to dig a small hole to bury myself in. It was so terrifying!
After being massaged twice all over the body, Cheng Muyan felt that half of her life was gone. She slumped down on the rocking chair and lay motionless, letting the sweat drip onto the blanket, not to mention the blanket spread on the rocking chair.
Even her own clothes were soaked with sweat several times.
However, the bones in his body were loosened by rubbing. Cheng Muyan relaxed for a while before turning over and sitting up. Shen Ke's old ailments seemed to have been rubbed away. His whole body felt relaxed as never before. He moved his arms back and forth without any effort.
After two laps, although I was still a little sore, it was almost negligible compared to the fatigue I felt before.
This potion was mixed before for bathing, but I didn't expect that it would be so effective when used alone with massage.
Cheng Muyan stretched a little, pulled up the blanket under her buttocks and hugged her in front of her, raised her neck and glanced at the table of people on the other side who were having a heated fight, "When are you two going to bed? I'll go.
I went to bed after taking a shower, and I have to get up early tomorrow."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it, I got it, Mom, Mom, it's the last one. Mom, go take a shower first. Guoguo will go take a bath and go to bed later." The little fat boy stared at the mahjong with his eyes fixed on it, mouthing.
Wu Zi replied.
Cheng Muyan: "..."
Is this kid so addicted to mahjong now?!
Okay, okay, it's not a human child anyway, and it won't die no matter how late you stay up, so I won't worry about it.
Cheng Muyan stood up and put the blanket into the hand of the maid next to her, turned around and walked towards the side hall.
Cheng Muyan scrubbed the dirt off her body and took a comfortable hot bath. Then she put on looser clothes and came out. Lying on the bed, she began to count the things in the spatial network, collecting all the things she had collected over the past few days.
They sorted and put them into categories, and sorted out the previously messy bits and pieces. By the way, they also opened an extremely wide space for stacking of daily necessities, food, clothing, housing and transportation that are needed for convenience.
It is convenient to collect and use.
After sorting out these things, Cheng Muyan fell asleep.
Although the maid had massaged his body before, and his body had become more relaxed, he was still mentally exhausted after a day of continuous hard work. Cheng Muyan's mental energy exited the space realm, closed his eyes, and fell into sleep.
Cheng Muyan gained a lot, even if it was tiring, Qing Huan did not give in too much, because he seemed to understand the relationship between Qing Jiu and He Tingwei. According to the woman who was locked in the palace, Qing Jiu and He Tingwei were the same.
The same person, and the soul fluctuations and souls of these two people are exactly the same as his. Are the three of them the same person? How is it possible!!
Qing Huan held his aching head in his hands, recalling the scenes he had seen before where Yan Yan and Qing Jiu were getting along, and the shadow of Cheng Mo Dao seemed to be in them. He always felt that these scenes seemed familiar and familiar, but
He was sure that Qingjiu was not him, and He Tingwei was from a northern family. How could he be the same person? He had to find a lie that was not easy to expose, right?!
Rubbing his forehead, Qing Huan handed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone to the woman named Linlang: "Draw Qing Jiu and He Tingwei!"
A woman in a moon-white brocade robe sat on the ground, her hair disheveled and in a very embarrassed state. When she heard the man speak like this, her dull face came to her senses for a moment. After a while, she pulled the corner of her mouth and wiped away the scars.
Face, pull things on the ground to your feet.
The woman did not take a brush, but directly took an ink block to draw. With a few strokes, the two people's faces appeared on the paper. However, Qing Jiu's appearance was somewhat similar to Qing Huan's, while He Tingwei had no similarities with him.
, one's eyes are reserved and deep, and the other's eyes are dotted with stars, they are two completely different people. There is no connection between the two at all. The only connection is that He Tingwei looks at San Ting and Qing Wuyan.
The wines are a little different, but if you look closely, you can see that they are almost 80% similar, which is really weird.
Qing Huan was silent and looked at the two people back and forth, her eyes dimming a little. Are these two people the same person? Did Yanyan get along with them in the palace before?
When she thought of this conclusion, Qing Huan couldn't help feeling sour in her heart, and there was also a dull stinging pain, as if someone was cutting with a rusty knife all the time. It was pulling so hard that her heart seemed to have a big hole, and the cold wind
It was blowing "whooshing" and it was cold and painful.
Qing Huan returned to the inner hall and lay on the bed again. He wanted to figure out whether Qing Jiu was He Tingwei and how he ended up with Cheng Muyan.
This time, the dream seemed to be in response to what he was thinking, and the camera was directly moved to the very beginning. At this time, Cheng Muyan was not here yet, and he unexpectedly met another person he had seen before, giving a toast!
When he stood in front of this person with the same face as him, Qing Huan felt as if someone had given him a slap on the head and woke him up with a stick.
Of course, it was not a true awakening, but his thoughts were opened up and some doubts were cleared up.