Fool Prince's Super-power Consort

Murong Ling's mind is full of yellow waste. Her mind is like a runaway Mustang. She can't hold it. It's just that Li cangmin has begun to untie her clothes and her wound is stinging. She calms down. In her current bad condition, it's still a question whether she can continue to practice, let alone Zhuyuan.

She returned to normal and lay quietly, feeling more and more real physically.

The cold and dry hands slowly fell down on her body, and her clothes were cut by the thin blade. For a long time, all her outer clothes had been taken off.

"Be obedient and don't move. It's time to rub the wound again."

Sure enough, Murong Ling frowned and froze immediately. Li cangmin quickly looked over, but her back was bruised, which should be the wound of being hit. As soon as he frowned, he immediately sighed, helped her up, poured the medicine oil in his palm and pushed the blood stasis for her. Murong Ling was so painful that he breathed out. His hand gave a meal and comforted him, saying, "bear it a little, the strength is light, but it doesn't work."

Murong Ling is not a delicate person. In the past, there was a barrage of bullets. Even if the bullets were embedded in the bones, they were still standing still. Now they are becoming delicate. I don't know whether the man on his side is as firm and reliable as a mountain, or he has lost his light and strength, and the whole person has become fragile.

Once you have dependence and taste the taste of being spoiled, cherished and cared for, it's hard to give up the habit. At this moment, she indulges in the net that Li cangmin weaves out, sink willingly.

After pushing the blood stasis, Li cangmin helped her deal with the wound in front of her. He showed that he used warm water to wipe off the blood around the wound. Because he had never served anyone before, his hand was strong. Murong Ling frowned with pain. He immediately found out and asked nervously, "do you hurt?"

Murong Ling laughed and said with a little memory, "I still remember that you robbed the maid's job and washed my face for me. As a result, you wiped my face against the wall and almost didn't scratch my face. Later, I thought, "didn't you mean to get back at me?"

Thinking of the scene at that time, Li cangmin couldn't help laughing. His eyes were soft, and his deep eyes could almost squeeze out water. "Naturally, I didn't mean to. I blame my clumsiness. I won't do it again. Whether it's washing face, bathing, dressing and dressing, the princess will be treated properly. "

Even though Murong Ling was surprised and moved, she didn't expect that Li cangmin, who was as cold as a thousand year old pool, would make a joke, so she narrowed her eyes and laughed, "you are a king, how can you do such rough work?"

"How to make it impossible? Our princess is the most honorable. "

His mouth is like honey. He talks sweetly, as if there is warm spring water flowing by. Murong Ling's heart melts like cheese. They are no longer strangers who gather together by chance, but a family who share life and death, happiness and disaster.

She couldn't help thinking, maybe she went through one just to meet him.

Li cangmin is still cleaning the wound, but this time the action is much softer. Murong Ling doesn't even feel the pain, and the cleaning is finished during the conversation. Then he applies medicine to the wound one by one, and a cool feeling comes from the wound, and her eyebrows slowly spread out.

After a long time, she was covered with a piece of clothes. It was cold and smooth. Different from the past, she asked curiously, "what kind of satin is this, so unique?"

"Ling'er, do you remember when I told you that I wanted to make a Dharma suit? This is a Dharma garment made of silk spun by the spirit silkworm. It has two sets. You can put the other one in your own Xumi precepts

Then he put another set in her hand. Murong Ling touched the material. It was as smooth as water. She couldn't help asking, "what about you?"

"I'm not in a hurry."

He is a man with high accomplishments. He thinks that no one dares to peep in front of him with divine sense. Murong Ling is different. He just wants to kill when he thinks that someone is looking at her body. Naturally, he can't bear it.

Murong Ling also thought of this time, and she didn't want to run naked in front of the monks, so she put it back to Xumi commandment without affectation, "when shall we go back to Beijing?"

"When you get better."

Murong Ling shook her head in disapproval. "It's only one day for you to fly back to Beijing. I can support you. What's more, I asked Bai Mu to arrest more than a dozen monks of xianmeng. They were afraid they couldn't cope with it. We have to go back quickly and put them all in place

Li cangmin frowned with disapproval, "don't worry, if Bai Mu doesn't even want to do this little thing, what's the use of him."

He always had an idea. Murong Ling knew she couldn't help him, so she had to save the country. "I want to go back to the palace. I'm not used to living outside."

Li cangmin looked at her for a long time. Although he understood that it was her excuse, he couldn't bear to refuse. He had to talk, "you are the one. It's getting late now. Let's start tomorrow. "He took off his clothes and lay on the bed. Murong Ling immediately turned her head and looked at him. His figure was reflected in the dark and clear pupil, as if she had seen him. But Li cangmin knew that she was just supporting.

Since she wants to see it, let her see it.

He pretended not to know. He put his arms around her shoulder and said in a low voice, "are all the books that Shizu gave you still there?"

Murong Ling wondered, "what do you want these books for? Don't you have a master Even so, she waved the books out and slowly piled them up in the room, "except that the lingcao illustrated book was taken by Bai Mu for rubbing, it's all here."

Li cangmin gave a sound and rubbed her head, "sleep."

Murong Ling's energy is poor. She forgets her doubts and can't hold on to sleep. When she is asleep, Li cangmin quietly turns over and starts to search for information. Finally, he finds the record of the ant in a travel book.

They like to eat vitality and live in dry and vigorous places. There is no Fengming flower that can eat anything.

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