this widow is not straight

"Mr. Bai Lang, let me ask, do you have any pouches and sachets on you?" Wang Xiange saw that Shuangxi had left, and immediately looked Bai Ye up and down with a smile.

"No~ that, I can have it too!" Bai Yejun blushed, and asked with a trace of hope: "Ge'er thinks of me? Do you want to exchange tokens of love with me?"

Exchange tokens of love?

I ask you, a man who wants a purse and a sachet, isn’t it going to be poured?
Shouldn't these things be given to men by women?

"As long as Ge'er likes it, I can give you a sachet and purse!" Seeing that she didn't object, Bai Ye smiled all over his face: "However, I don't have any right now. When I get better, I will definitely Go out and find Geer the best-smelling sachet and the most beautiful purse in the world!"

"What do I want that for!" Wang Xiange felt that his focus was wrong just now, and immediately corrected him: "I want to ask you, where does the smell come from on you?"

"Smell?" Bai Ye was puzzled, raised his arm and smelled it, and then felt that his body was a little smelly, and said a little embarrassedly: "Well, I was arrested by Liu Le for three days, and I haven't had a chance to take a bath. It smells like sweat..."

It's not the smell, the feces of the little cat are much more unpleasant than the smell of sweat, and I haven't seen it in the slightest, so there must be something else!
However, he said he hadn't bathed for a long time?

No matter what smell he has, let him wash it to smell good, and then change his clothes, no matter what smell he has, it will be washed away, right?

"Then, why don't I ask the girl to prepare water?" Wang Xiange said with some embarrassment: "There is a bathing place in this room, but it's a bit small, don't worry, I will go outside the hall to watch while you wash. "

Ge'er really thinks she stinks?Bai Ye's first reaction was to smell his arm again. The weather is cold, and it doesn't smell much after three days without bathing!

Could it be that I can't smell it on myself?

Bai Ye's face blushed, and he felt that he stinks beyond cure, so he immediately responded: "That's naturally excellent, thanks for your hard work, Geer!"

"It's not hard at all!" Wang Xiange looked Bai Ye up and down again, turned around and went into the hall, only to see Hong Mian, who was guarding the hall, standing in the yard, not knowing what she was thinking. god.

"Hongmian, can't we boil water in our yard? I want to take a bath!" Wang Xiange stood at the gate of the yard, looking at Hongmian suspiciously: "Why are you standing in the yard? But what's the matter?"

"Ah, it can boil water!" Hong Mian woke up from her fantasies, and hurriedly replied as if to cover up: "Just now there was a bird in the yard that was growing very well. When I saw it, I came out to have a look. It's nothing wrong, Young Madam. Don't worry, servant girl is going to boil water now!"

After finishing speaking, he ran away in a hurry without even daring to lift his head. What happened?
Could it be that he was really scared by what the sorceress said?
I don't know when she stood outside, did you hear what they said in the inner room?
Regardless of whether she is really attached or not, she still has to be careful and guard against it!
Wang Xiange looked at the closed courtyard door, turned around and returned to the room, and after confirming again that Bai Ye hadn't passed out, he asked suspiciously, "What poison did you have? Is there any antidote?"

"What poison?" Bai Ye was stunned for a moment: "I don't know what poison it is, but I'm so sleepy that I don't have any strength in my legs. Look, it's okay to beat like this."

While speaking, he slapped his leg vigorously with his hand, the sound was extremely loud, but he didn't show any expression.

Wang Xiange glanced at him strangely, and silently slandered in his heart: This Mr. Bai Lang is not a fool, right? How much pain can it hurt if you pat yourself?However, judging from his reaction, it seemed that his legs really didn't have a trace of sensation?
Wang Xiange thought for a while, pulled a round-headed hairpin from his head and said to Bai Ye: "I have heard that there is a kind of poison, which can damage the nerves of the legs and enter a state of suspended animation. I don't know who you are. No? How about letting me try it out?"

No way?
Bai Ye looked at the hairpin among Wang Xian's singers with horror, and naturally knew what she was going to do, so he immediately stopped him and said, "Ge, Geer, don't use this? You are so sharp, don't beat me to it." Insert disabled."

"It's okay, I just clicked on the acupuncture point at the bend of your leg and didn't stick it into the flesh. Don't worry!" Wang Xiange said, taking advantage of Bai Ye's unguardedness, he used all his strength to separate the hairpin from the hairpin. The clothes were tied to the crane's top hole at the bend of Bai Ye's leg!
Bai Ye's whole body convulsed, and a little sweat broke out from his head, but he still closed his lips tightly, forcing himself not to respond.

"No way? Logically speaking, even if your nerves are corroded, you should have a slight reaction when you pierce this acupuncture point?" Wang Xiange lowered his head in doubt, pointed at Bai Ye's legs with a hairpin, and pointed around. Point, still talking: "Could it be that I misremembered the location, you don't feel it here? What about here?"

"Ge'er..." Bai Ye gritted his molars and pressed his bouncing knees: "When did you learn acupuncture?"

"No, when I was in the Wang family, didn't the wife of the Wang family suffer from leg pain? I saw the needles of the imperial doctor with my own eyes..." Wang Xiange touched it around, and coaxed with some pity: "It means seeing him do it." Needle, after listening to a little bit of fur, it is not sure that your legs are disabled."

My Ge'er is really kind, this makes my heart ache!
Bai Ye secretly rejoiced, lowered his head, and asked in a subdued voice pretending to be sad: "Ge'er, I don't feel anything in my legs, are they disabled? If I were disabled, would you not Like me?"

The guard on the tree outside the window couldn't help but climbed up a few more branches, only to feel that his toes were so painful that he was really ashamed to look at his master!

"No, how is that possible!" Looking at Bai Ye's pitiful appearance, Wang Xiange couldn't bear to say, "How can I be that kind of person, don't worry!"

By the way, what did Bai Ye just say?

After Wang Xiange finished her big talk, her face became hot with a bang, but seeing that Bai Ye was so pitiful, she couldn't go back on her word, so she could only cover up and say, "You, don't be sad... Well, I'll go see if the water is boiled. !"

As soon as he finished speaking, he ran out quickly, leaned against the door, patted his heart for a while, and then really went to the side room.

This Bai Ye is too dangerous, he better stay away!

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"Master..." The hidden guard watched her enter the wing room, and couldn't bear it any longer. He hung the golden hook upside down and turned his face to the inner room: "By the way, you won't need a little help for a while, right? After all, your legs are all crippled." It's..."

"Get out!" Bai Ye picked up the pillow on the bed, endured it and did not throw it out, and only gave a light reprimand.

"Master... That subordinate wants to come in for an inspection..." The dark guard swayed to the branch, looked around, then hung his head on the window with a playful smile, looked at Bai Ye, and forced his face down to say seriously: "Subordinate Now I have some doubts, sir, are you pretending to be someone else? Or take off your clothes and let the subordinates see if the butterfly mole on your back is still there?"

"Come on! Come in and have a look!" Bai Ye gritted his teeth and said, "I think you are itching to be idle! After a while, you will stay in the Dark Flower Pavilion for four hours, and you must not miss a moment!"

"Master! I'm wrong, I don't dare to do it anymore!" The dark guard's smug face immediately collapsed when he heard that, he slapped himself on the mouth with a "slap", and then retreated into the room dejectedly. In the canopy.