After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

But even so, after today, Xue Qing's love of men spread throughout Beijing.

After making a circle and going to his own yard, Xue Qing put down his words and brought hot water made by herbs.

Personally help Yange remove socks and feet.

Most of your noble girls' feet are beautiful and exquisite, their toes are as white as pearls, and the words of the song are no exception.

But probably because of walking all morning, her feet were swollen and red.

Can't walk, really didn't lie.

Xue Qing held her feet. Although she was expressionless, she tried her best to help her.

Yan Ge looked at Xue Qing squatting at her feet, her head slightly bowed down, and her gentle black hair was thick and smooth, reminding her of the green leaf she had once.

She stretched out her hands and touched Xue Qing's hair. She also pulled Xue Qing's white jade crown off her head.

Mo Fa suddenly poured down.

Xue Qing looked up and looked at Yange with a little doubt.

Yange said quickly, "I also bought you a wooden rafter, but I don't know if your hair can be used. If you carry it back, sit on a footstool, I will help you try it out.

Xue Qing: ...

He turned silently and sat on the footstool.

Yange's wooden mule was originally bought by Emperor Xuanwu, but at this moment, she was anxious and gave Mu Qing to Xue Qing. I felt that this arrangement was reasonable.

After all, Emperor Xuanwu was always at the border, and the food and clothing were average. An ordinary wooden rafter could not shock him, but Xue Qing was different.

This man comes from everybody, and he has been eating and drinking very finely since he was a child. Such an ordinary wooden clog might really make him look good.

Yange will burst, but the host won't, so Yange can only use his fingers as a comb to hold Xue Qing's hair together.

The man's hair was thick and long.

Yange got together a few times before embarrassingly fixing the hair with a wooden clog.

Taking a closer look, she sighed: "It's too ugly."

After that, she would reach out and pull out the wooden clogs. Xue Qing reached out and squeezed her wrist: "I'll see."

While talking, I got up and went to the dresser.

The gentle man in the mirror is as smooth as a jade, and even a bird's nest can't grab the limelight of this handsome beauty.

But this messy hair and the crooked hairpin that can't be dropped are indeed a little disgusting to look at.

Yange said with a smile: "Everything is ugly. You want to watch it. After reading it, how do you feel?"

Xue Qing didn't look back, only looked at the little feet placed on the edge of the tub from the mirror, and asked softly, "First burst?"

Yan Ge nodded: "I haven't even brushed my own hair. Don't laugh at me anymore. I won't touch your hair in the future."

"It's pretty." He walked over and took a towel to bend over to help her wipe her feet.

Yan Ge heard him say this, and her laughing body was trembling: "Go out and walk around to see who will praise you for being good-looking, open your eyes and talk nonsense."

Xue Qing bowed her head, took a bite of her tiny Ruyu fingers, and slowly raised her palms along her feet, twitching: "You do, everything looks good."

Yan Ge stopped smiling, lying sideways with an arm on his back, and looked at Xue Qing with a smile: "Aqing and other women, is this the same?"

Xue Qing got up and raised his hand, and took off the wooden clog on Yange's head. He held Yange in his arms and walked away: "Is Yangyang jealous?"