A rebellious minister forced me to be a foolish king

Chapter 94 Chapter 94 You'd better say cure your face
Kun Dao, with white hair like silver, even told tricky stories calmly and nonchalantly, which frightened the hairs of the girls listening to the stories.

Yuan Wuyou's blood was almost cold,

"Ah? Who are you talking about? Can Bai Baishu still speak after death? Zombies these days have already cultivated to this level? Don't scare me, I've never met a ghost..."

"No, I said his face is fake, not a living person."

Only then did Yuan Wuyou heave a sigh of relief, and the Mount Tai in his heart slammed into his stomach. Although it was still unacceptable, it was much calmer than before.

"You mean he changed his face? Then... why didn't you expose him just now?"

"His ability to disguise is profound, and the poor way can't be exposed. I'm afraid that his master and ancestor are both in danger, and they might fall into his hands."

Yuan Wuyou only felt the warm sun covering his body in the afternoon, and the chill was piercing to the bone.

What kind of villain is this?Has his master and ancestors been clicked?Pallor is really not an ordinary Taoist priest, it's too evil!

She thought about it and was terrified, and couldn't help murmuring:
"I was talking to him just now... Could it be that my left eye can also? No, I can see dirty things with both eyes?!"

***
After a whole day of separation and reunion several times, at night, the fourth nephew showed rare filial piety, and built a new bed for the little cousin behind the screen, and allowed the white slaves to live in the outhouse, serving at any time, so as to save the little cousin Cousin gets distracted by worrying about her pet.

When Yuan Wuyou was applying medicine to his face, he found that the scabs had all fallen off, leaving behind a bumpy pink mark.

Although she had no idea, she still comforted her nephew:
"You will definitely recover your appearance."

The fourth nephew was very calm, unmoved by her words, and sat cross-legged with his back straight, with his hands on his knees, and even the lift of his long eyelashes was wrapped in an awe-inspiring, general-like air.

His dark phoenix eyes were wide open, and he looked at her with clear eyes:
"If I looked like nothing, would my aunt still treat me like this?"

Although half of the man who said this was inlaid with scabs like snake skin and scales, half of his face was good.

Yuan Wuyou glanced at him, then lowered his head silently, dipped his fingertips in the ointment, and rubbed it on the wound on his face.

"Even if you look like a yaksha, it won't delay my treatment of you."

The skin of the tentacles is as delicate and smooth as expected, making Yuan Wuyou even a little fond of it!And this is his skin that has not fully recovered. Who would have thought that such a leading general who fought on the battlefield and was exposed to wind and sand, is actually an old and tender glutinous rice cake?
Thinking of this, Yuan Wuyou couldn't help but look at it carefully.

His phoenix eyes are very big, and the outline of the outline is like a flat rhombus, which is fleshy and blunt, while the double eyelids are like the light strokes painted by the master Dan Qing, clear and smooth.The inlaid pair of dark brown eyes are also round and bright, with less white, which makes his eyes look gentle and affectionate, really a pair of indistinguishable eyes.

His face has been disfigured like this, and his beauty is still invincible all around. He really can't be regarded as a poor-looking man, let alone a Yaksha.

Perhaps it was because she kept staring at his face, which made Gao Changgong feel a little muttered in his heart. He couldn't help but raised his hand to grab her wrist, frowned and said:

"You'd better say cure your face."

Even if the beauty was going to get angry, Yuan Wuyou couldn't get scared.

Even though his brows are sharp and his pupils are shimmering and menacing, but looking at his facial features, he will give people a kind of gentle, stubborn, and heroic beauty that blurs his gender.

She was grabbed by the wrist, unable to say words of relief, and his face, which had fascinated her since childhood, was shining brightly in front of her eyes... Yuan Wuyou's temper came up, and he couldn't help it Breaking free from his already weak grip, he withdrew his hand.

Just choked out one sentence:
"Other aspects... I can also treat it."

The little cousin's eyes were raised at the moment, her slightly drunken eyes were actually full of charm, it was almost a silky desire soaring.

It's hard for Gao Changgong not to understand the metaphor in her words.

In this kind of matter, men will not admit defeat, virgins are virgins, who can't put on airs and stand up to the wind?
So he also said:
"I don't have hidden illnesses, my aunt can come and have a test."

Little cousin: "Gah?"

Yuan Wuyou was thinking about governing him, but he didn't think about his words, which made her react for a long time.

Until she saw that the corners of his lips curled up suddenly, as if he smiled, but it was so fleeting and unreal, which made her suspect it was an illusion.

Then he returned to his usual cold face. Once his face was expressionless, he looked serious and calm.

He spoke again, and what he said was:
"Fifth brother told me...you feel tired getting along with me. I really don't know how to get along with the girl's family. I used to treat you as a brother in the camp. I hope you can forgive me."

The beautiful and honest fourth nephew seems to have really learned from the fifth nephew.

But this level of bad learning has actually shortened the distance between the two of them, it is no longer so heavy and rigid, and it even has a lively interest in life, which is really a good thing.

Since Yuan Wuyou came to Qi State, it was the first time that he slept peacefully and dreamed of holding his husband.

Before going to bed, she was separated from her fourth nephew by a screen. In her dream, her heart was covered with grass. Bicao crawled to the foot of her fourth nephew's bed, and she wanted to jump up to swallow people alive and fuse them into one.

Until she heard whispers.

It seemed that someone was in her ear, repeating over and over again in a cold voice that was as breathless as air:
"I'm dirty...can't dirty your mattress."

"I'm dirty...can't..."

Yuan Wuyou woke up suddenly, stared at a pair of gloomy eyes from the dark night, and immediately pricked up his ears, "What's the matter?"

The sound seemed to be coming from outside the house.

Pulling on her shoes sloppily, she tiptoed out from behind the screen.

The big bed hadn't opened the curtains, and the man inside was sleeping on his side. His side face was breathtakingly beautiful under the moonlight. For such a leading general, he actually slept like a cat. His breathing was even and shallow, and he was very cute.

There was another weak whisper from outside the house at the right time, which was extremely abrupt in the silent room, Yuan Wuyou hurriedly slipped out to have a look.

The white captive boy on the narrow couch in the outer room, half of his body was riding on the quilt, hugging him tightly, but he said in a nightmare: "I won't go with you...don't look at me...please, I don't want to dirty your clothes Mattress..."

Yuan Wuyou's face turned dark, why is there some ambiguity in this set of words?
"Don't worry, you can't get on my mattress."

Xiao Shitou seemed to have never heard her words, he was still immersed in his own world, but suddenly said: "You said to marry me...you still..."

His ramblings tonight were like Ren and Du's two veins that had opened up the cartilage of his speech, each sentence was clearer than his words, and his emotions were deep.

Yuan Wuyou's heart tightened, "What else? What happened to me?"

She lowered her head and took such a careful look, only to find out!
His eyelashes are extremely long, thick and dark and curly.Tears flowed from the eye sockets along the dark red chapped scabs, ugly and broken.

Choking with sobs, he spit out a sentence: "Still...forget about me..."

She was a little depressed, "Why do you have such a story?"

His long eyelashes trembled, he was immersed in a nightmare, he couldn't wake up at all, he was still choking and raving, but his voice became deeper and clearer.

"...I hate you...Feng...Ji Xiao..."

Yuan Wuyou regained his spirits all of a sudden. "you know me?"

The nightmare of him gradually stopped and regained his composure, only uttering a few nasal ravings. "I want to kill... kill you! Feng... Feng Zhixiao..."

Feng Jixiao himself didn't sleep all night.

Is it over? Isn't it!The assassins all slept in her room?

It won't be so miserable!Such a coincidence, right? !
***
(End of this chapter)