Doctor Xianggong, the goddess of poisonous belly

Chapter 347 The Sound of Weeping (2)
Here, Si Jixia had already taken off all his clothes and sat in the warm spring, but he didn't reach out to touch his medicine box and dowry. A hazy figure.

If you can't see clearly, it is easy to have idle thoughts in your mind. Once idle thoughts appear in your mind, it is like a fire is being ignited in your body, which gradually becomes hotter.

When the sound of water came from behind the bead curtain, Si Jixia suddenly came back to his senses, turned his eyes away from looking at the slim figure behind the bead curtain, and hurriedly raised his hand to open his medicine box and dowry, but his heart was beating wildly , the cheeks and the base of the ears were even redder and tighter.

He, what is he thinking about?How could he have such... such shameful thoughts.

His mind was flustered, and his hands also became flustered, so that when Si Jixia reached for the silver needle bag, he bumped into the bottles and jars in the gift box, and made a soft sound of the porcelain jars colliding, which also made Dong Nuan work hard. The suppressed uneasiness suddenly rose again, and she almost went to Si Jixia's side without lifting the bead curtain in front of her, but she didn't do that in the end, and just stared at Si Jixia's hazy figure behind the bead curtain nervously. Called him: "Safe?"

"Ah Nuan, I'm here." Dong Nuan was nervous, and Si Jixia was also nervous, but their nervousness was completely different. In order not to make Dong Nuan worry, Si Jixia made his voice as calm as possible. At the same time, he picked up a silver needle and stuck it into his right shoulder, "I'm fine, Ah Nuan doesn't have to worry."

"An old disease?" Dong Nuan so tightly grasped the cotton towel in his hand.

"Well, I'm used to it, it's okay." While speaking, Si Jixia had four or five silver needles pierced into his right shoulder. Although he was enduring the pain from the severed arm in his right shoulder, he still There was not much pain on his face, as he himself said, as if he was used to it.

"It hurts?" Through the bead curtain, although Si Jixia's face could not be seen clearly, Dong Nuangu could still see his general movements clearly. Seeing his left hand raised and lowered on his right shoulder, she knew it must be him. There was pain in the broken right arm that was tormenting him. She wanted to know what kind of torture he was enduring, and she wanted to see his eyebrows and eyes clearly.

But she couldn't go to his side at this time, because she knew that if she was watching him, he would be too nervous to give him a proper needle. Instead of doing this, the only choice she had was to Waiting quietly, not adding unnecessary tension and anxiety to his heart.

"It doesn't hurt." Si Jixia replied calmly and gently, but the beads of sweat on his forehead were as big as beans, and the warm spring water couldn't steam his pale complexion to blood. It can be seen that what he said was not the truth, "Let Ah Nuan is worried."

Dong Nuan didn't answer the words, but just squeezed his hands soaked in the water tightly, and his eyes under the slightly drooping eyelids were low, with a look of pain.

Mingming's face turned pale, he couldn't even hold the spoon steadily, he walked so slowly, and even spoke in a tone of deep fatigue and weakness, how...how could it not hurt?

Although he clearly knew that Si Jixia was lying, Dong Nuangu didn't expose him, he just kept silent for a while and then smiled slightly: "It's fine if it doesn't hurt."

She didn't want Si Jixia to recall his gloomy past, even if Dong Nuangu wanted to know what kind of pain he was enduring, she couldn't bear to ask.

He didn't want her to worry, so she believed his lie.

Dong Nuan stopped talking, just soaked in the warm hot spring quietly, sometimes raised his hands to scoop up a handful of water and sprinkled it on his shoulders, put his hands on the edge of the pool, and looked at the dimly lit Luocheng below the mountain.

The two sides were silent, the night was very quiet, only heard that the night wind blew and shook the long bead curtain, and rang the small silver bell on the top, making a crisp and light sound, which was very clear in this silent night .

However, the ears of martial arts practitioners are extremely sharp, so what Si Jixia heard was not only the soft ringing of the silver bells on the bead curtain, but also the sobbing and moaning of the woman amidst the wind and the rustling of bamboo branches. The sound and the occasional man's deep and low growls are not faint, but as clear as the silver bells on the bead curtain, so clear that Si Jixia can tell which direction these voices come from, and even... which one? The soup pool at the place.

This whimpering, high and low female moaning sound is not just one place.

And another wonderful thing about going to the upper room is that while I am enjoying myself, I can also hear these sounds that sound extremely beautiful to men at night. However, it is impossible for any man to control himself in such a beautiful voice. Live the fire in their bodies, and then want to love the little deer that crashed into their hearts tonight as much as possible.

Si Jixia is also a man. Hearing the ups and downs of sobbing that seemed to pour into his ears from everywhere, he felt that the hot spring in the pool was no longer warm, but scalding hot. A hot fire was burning fiercely, but the sound of Dongnuan scooping up cups of water and splashing on his shoulders at that time was like pouring handful after handful of oil on his heart, which made the fire in his heart burn even hotter. more prosperous.

Looking at the slender figure behind the bead curtain who was enjoying the scenery below the mountain, Si Jixia's breathing became more and more rapid, and the light in his eyes became darker and darker. In the darkness, there seemed to be a person who was lying on one end and would rush out at any moment. A ferocious beast can eat up that slender figure.

Luocheng at night is so beautiful that Dong Nuangu's uneasy heart gradually calmed down when he watched it. Looking at it, this beautiful night also aroused longing in her heart, making her put her face on the pillow. Leaning in his arms by the pool, he called Si Jixia who was on the other side of the bead curtain and said, "Peace."

"En." Si Jixia answered Dong Nuangu, his voice was deep and tight, but Dong Nuangu had a beautiful longing in his heart, so he didn't notice the abnormality in Si Jixia's voice, so he asked him with a slight smile, "Peace you Say, where should our home be located?"

"Don't be too noisy, small remote counties and towns don't seem to be bad." Dong Nuangu stared at a flickering light in the distance, smiling slightly.

"En." Si Jixia still only replied in a deep voice, without any other words.

Dong Nuan just thought that he had no objection, but as if he suddenly remembered something, he frowned slightly and said: "Exclude Luo Cheng."

Listening to Dong Nuangu's tone, it means that she doesn't plan to make her home in Luocheng at all. It's not that she thinks Luocheng is bad. On the contrary, she likes Luocheng very much, but she will never put her with Si Jixia's. Home is here.

There is only one reason, that is, there is a night pavilion here.

"En." Si Jixia still only answered her a simple "um", and neither answered her question nor asked her why she excluded Luo Cheng. His answer seemed very perfunctory. He seemed, Very absent-minded.

When Si Jixia answered the third "hmm", Dong Nuangu finally noticed his strangeness, no longer just admiring the night view of Luocheng, but turned around, bringing a burst of "wow" water Looking in Si Jixia's direction, he frowned slightly and asked, "Is Ping'an listening to me?"

(End of this chapter)