Nagato has such a slim waist

Puyang Jiu thought of him living in Huaxi recently, and he narrowed his eyes and smiled with a mean expression, "I have already prepared it for you, waiting."

He went to Yangxinzhai's residence and came back with a green silk bag in his hand. He stuffed it into Pei Man's hand and smiled weirdly.

"Use it slowly. If you don't have enough, come back to me."

Pei Madang opened the tie of the bag and found two bottles of Zhumei Yuhu inside, and nothing else.

He frowned slightly, not angry.

"Where's the medicine I took?"

Puyang Jiuyi didn't react for a moment, and frowned, looking him up and down.

"What medicine do you want to use? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Pei Ran glanced at him expressionlessly, and Puyang Jiu realized at the burning look in his eyes - he was referring to the medicine for treating yang dryness.

Puyang Jiu was very surprised.

"You stopped taking medicine a while ago, so why are you still taking medicine? The medicine is three-thirds poisonous. If there are ready-made medicines, you don't need them. What do you do to me?"

Puyang Jiu had told him about this problem a long time ago. The best way was to find more women, and all problems would be solved. However, he was reluctant to bear the hardships of Feng Twelve Niang, and would still take medicine occasionally, but the medicine The dosage has been slowly reduced, and I stopped taking it until now...

"Stop talking nonsense." Pei Ran was impatient and stretched out his hand, "Here comes the medicine."

Puyang Jiuzong was there, "I thought you no longer need to take medicine, and I haven't had time to prepare it yet. You wait for me for two days...or should I prescribe you a prescription now and take it first?"

Pei Ran said: "No need. Give it to me in two days."

He nodded, said goodbye, turned around and left.

Pu Yangjiu looked at the tall and straight back, and the doubts in his mind were suddenly solved.

Feng Twelve’s wife sprained her foot. Does this mean she feels sorry for her?

He shook his head and laughed, "Pei Wangzhi, Pei Wangzhi, you too have today. Humph!"
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When Pei Man returned to the house, Feng Yun was sitting on the couch wiping the ointment on his face, Huan'er was holding a bronze mirror, and Pei'er was holding a tray. Xiao Man was supervising them not to hurt the wife's feet, while praising her for her beauty. , the eyebrows are pretty, the mouth is pretty, the nose and ears are pretty everywhere...

Feng Yun made her laugh so hard with her praise.

"No wonder people like to hear good things. I suddenly felt that since you are so talkative, it's time to find your in-laws..."

Huan'er and Pei'er both laughed softly, and the ointment box on the tray kept shaking.

Xiaoman's face was even red.

Several people in the room would often make fun of her, and she was the most prolific and never cared about it, so she got used to it...

However, after Feng Yun squinted his eyes and patted his forehead, he opened his eyes and saw Pei Ran standing there.

She was startled, motioned to Xiao Man and others to go down first, and then said to Pei Ran with a smile:
"Your Majesty, go wash up and go to bed early."

Pei Madang sat down beside the wooden couch and held her ankle with his hand. He noticed that she pulled back nervously and made a slight sigh.

"Don't be afraid, I'll rub it for you."

Feng Yun was not afraid, but his body was subconsciously protecting the painful area.

She stopped moving and just looked at Pei Madang, squeezing her ankle lightly.

Surprisingly, it was very comfortable.

Feng Yun's skin was broken, and his toes and ankles were only twisted. They were blue, red, and swollen. Someone gently rubbed and squeezed them slowly. There was a slight pain, but it was also very comfortable, which made people want to stop.

"I didn't expect that the king would do this..."

She leaned back, leaning her back on the cushion, relaxing her body and letting him squeeze her.

Pei Ran didn't speak.

She asked jokingly: "Where did you learn the secret technique of boudoir?"

Pei Man raised his eyelids and his eyes fell on her face.

"On the battlefield, there are not always medical officers. You have to deal with dislocations and broken bones yourself. After being in the army for a long time and seeing too much, you will naturally get it."

Feng Yun stopped smiling and looked a little more serious.

"You joined the army as a teenager?"

Pei Madang said: "Earlier. It should be said that I was born in the army and grew up in the army..."

Feng Yun whispered softly, with a tone of chatting about family matters, "Old General Pei is really willing to do it. Such an older child will have to endure a lot of hardships in the camp, right?"

Pei Ran raised his eyes again and looked at her, "Yunniang should be called another girl."

Feng Yun smiled and said, "I'm just used to it. I don't mean any disrespect. Your Majesty, don't get me wrong. In front of the old general, I will abide by etiquette and act thoughtfully. I will not embarrass you. Don't worry."

Pei Ran moved away without trace, lowered his eyes, and continued to massage her.

"Okay. I feel better." Feng Yun put his feet back and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you are also tired, go and wash up and sleep."

Pei Ran hummed and went to clean the room.

Feng Yun is very particular about the place where he lives. The clean room is clean and tidy, and you can smell the faint fragrance when you walk in.

The maid prepared hot water and bathing supplies, and Pei Madang took a brief look at it. Not counting towels, there were at least five or six things on the tray that he couldn't figure out.

He picked out a sweet-scented osmanthus paste, leaving the others untouched.

When Pei Ran came out, Feng Yun was lying quietly, reading carefully. Pei Ran: "Didn't you say you rested earlier?"

Feng Yun said: "My feet hurt and it's hard to sleep. Besides, I won't be able to go anywhere tomorrow. Anyway, I have to lie down in bed to rest, which is just a good way to catch up on my sleep."

Pei Ran didn't say anything.

Get on the bed and lie next to her, behaving properly.

Feng Yun glanced at him secretly.

There really is something wrong with this person, right?
Before she went out, she was still anxious to reconcile her yin and yang. How come in just a short time, he turned into a monk who has no desire to live in the world?

Angry, jealous?
Feng Yun felt that given Pei Jue's temperament, that would not be the case.

She pursed her lips, put down the book, undressed and lay down.

Pei Ran didn't move and continued to close his eyes.

Feng Yun looked at the tent and was silent for a moment: "Turn out the lights."

Pei Ran hummed, waved his hand, turned off the lights and opened the tent in one go.

Except for the lack of words, it was almost the same as usual.

Feng Yun thought about what she had just done, then slowly turned sideways. Because she touched the injured area while moving, she hissed slightly.

"My lord, help me turn around."

Pei Madang stretched out his arms, "Where are you turning?"

Feng Yun chuckled, "Turn into your arms."

Pei Ran:......

He put his arms around Feng Yun's waist and carried him over. Feng Yun pushed himself over and rested his head on his shoulders. He turned his long legs up to pinch his waist and sighed comfortably.

"I still like this season. It's not too hot or too cold. The warmth is real..."

She held him tightly as if he were a heater.

Pei Ran patted her on the back.

"Go to sleep, it won't hurt anymore when you sleep."

Feng Yun shook his head, his head slowly rubbing against his chest, "I can't sleep. The king suddenly treated me coldly, wishing he was three feet away from me, so I couldn't help but think about whether I had done something wrong to make the king unhappy. Where could I be? I can still feel sleepy..."

Pei Ran lowered his head.

In the dark light, he couldn't see Feng Yun clearly.

But at the right time, the image of her hiding a smile and complaining came to mind.

Pei Madang lowered his eyes and said, "I'm not three feet away from you. How can I still be a beast that refuses to let go even if a woman is injured?"

Feng Yun puffed, he was so amused that his body shook with laughter in Pei Ran's arms.

"Actually... it's not impossible."

Pei Madang's body stiffened slightly, like a dying prisoner who was suddenly pardoned. He breathed heavily and hugged him...

Hang the tent and swing lightly.

Feng Yun's soft pajamas hung down from the tent and slowly slid to the ground.

A misty-colored bellyband flutters lightly on the clothes...

Opposite the wooden couch, Ao Zai stood up, shook his fur, silently walked to the corner, changed his position, and continued to lie down to sleep...

The injury on Feng Yun's foot didn't have much impact. He only hissed occasionally when he touched it, and Pei Madang would slow down his movements. What's more, it was more immersive and devoted than usual.

She gripped the corners of the quilt tightly with both hands and sighed softly.

Pei Man's eyes were fixed on her in the darkness, like a beast biting off the neck of its prey, he kissed her lips gently and asked in a hoarse voice:
"like?"

"Um……"

Thanks to the toxicity hidden in his body, Feng Yun's consciousness would be a little confused at this time. Like a fairy who has practiced immortality, he would put together the feelings of the past and present life, crush them, and blur them, so his emotions for Pei Madang It floats unsteadily, and it is even more lifeless and shameless to toss around...

"Mother Yun." Pei Ran's back was wet with sweat, and he grabbed Feng Yun's arm, his voice low and hoarse, "Watch your feet."

Feng Yun shook his head, sweating profusely, and what appeared in his mind was the scene when Pei Madang walked in expressionlessly holding the Piyong Sword in his previous life and asked her to return to Andu.

"You are so cruel, you are so cruel." She gritted her teeth and said, her whole body going crazy. She ignored her injuries and clung to him, even forgetting to be afraid...

"Uh..." She subconsciously wanted to hide, but Pei Man held down her lower back and sent her back with force.

"If I were cruel, how could I still tolerate you?"

Feng Yun took a long breath, almost losing half of his life. He carefully studied his words, and it seemed that he was gnashing his teeth...

She half-closed her eyes in confusion.

Naihe couldn't understand the man's expression.

During the ups and downs of the heat wave, she had no time to pay attention to him or think about it... (End of Chapter)