The original redness and swelling, although it still looks red, but it doesn't have the feeling of congestion and abuse that I saw this morning.

I couldn't help but scratch again in my mind when I was facing the peak inside last night, the kind of death-like pleasure that I had scratched from the back ridge.

Shangsu's hand on her thigh couldn't help but approached there, his eyes darkened and deep.

Ningmeng, who was lying on the bed, couldn't see Shangsu's gaze that looked like a jackal, tiger and leopard at the moment, eagerly trying to tear her apart.

However, Ningmeng was keenly aware of something.

Her legs exposed to the air trembled: "Shangsu, are you alright?"

"Wait a second." Shangsu said in a dumb voice, reaching out and poking in.

The sudden entry of a foreign object caused Ningmeng's mouth to make a scream.

Ningmeng wants to relax, but the more anxious she is, the more unsatisfactory she will be.

After his finger went in, she sucked his finger tightly.

Shangsu's breathing became a little heavy.

Thinking of yesterday, she was using this place and bearing everything from him, his heart felt a little uneasy.

Shangsu couldn't help but reached out and probed.

Shangsu has been practicing martial arts since childhood, and the skin on his fingers is actually not delicate and somewhat rough.

The feeling that it brings to Ning Meng is also particularly strong.

Ningmeng couldn't stand it in the end, gritted her teeth and kicked Shangsu.

This kick hit Shangsu's shoulder and kicked away the colorful pictures in Shangsu's mind.

Shangsu was not angry about the kick given by Ningmeng, but rather a little funny.

But he also faced it squarely.

When applying medicine to Ningmeng this morning, Shangsu could clearly feel the swelling in Ningmeng's body, even to the point where his fingers could hardly move.

But now, the inside is warm, firm, and soft, and the previous swelling and congestion have disappeared completely.

Shangsu took out his finger and wiped it with a square towel.

Now, there was no need for Shangsu to do anything. The moment after he took out his fingers, Ningmeng got up from the bed and lifted the pants by herself.

Ningmeng sat on the bed holding the quilt and looked up at Shangsu, with accusations in her eyes, as if she had just seen Shangsu appearing from the door.

But this time, Shangsu was not angry.

He took Ningmeng's other clothes and pants from the hanger next to him, and while waiting for Ningmeng to dress, he asked her, "How come it healed so quickly? It really doesn't hurt at all?"

Lemon Meng raised his chin proudly: "Humph!"

Ningmeng smiled and didn't care about her trivial appearance.

Anyway, no matter if the ointment given by the imperial doctor is effective or her body has strong healing ability, it will only be him.

In the evening, he has time to clean up the stupid fox.

Shangsu lowered his head to dress Ningmeng and put on her pants, and finally squatted on the ground to help Ningmeng put on her socks and shoes.

If this allows outsiders to see Shang Su personally serving Ning Meng wearing clothes, pants, socks, and shoes, there will surely be another gossip.

This is the era when men are superior to women. No matter in a loving couple, women are the only ones serving men. Wherever there might be men, they lower their heads and knees willingly and wait for women to dress and wash.

But Ningmeng didn’t know this. She had been spoiled by Qi Yu in the previous planes, and she had long been accustomed to Qi Yu’s meticulous care of her. Therefore, she was all about the things that Shang Su served her. I'm very used to it, and I don't feel uncomfortable at all.

After getting dressed, Ningmeng and Shangsu suggested that she wanted to go shopping outside.

Having been in this world for so long, Ningmeng, except for the two previous trips that Shangsu took her out, she never went out and wandered the world well.

Ningmeng wants to go out in the sun, breathe all the fresh air, and then take a look at the customs of this world.

Of course, more importantly, Ningmeng still wants to go out and do something.

This request made by Ningmeng was neither outrageous nor excessive. Although Shangsu wanted to keep her in his arms, only he could see it, but he also knew that his paranoid and crazy idea was wrong.

Once implemented, her feelings for herself must be hurt.

Shangsu also wants to go shopping with Ningmeng, but he has too many things to deal with.

Especially with what happened yesterday, some people have not even stepped forward to report the result of the work.

Also, for the more than one hundred dead men sent by the emperor yesterday, Shangsu sent all of them to the palace this morning.

The corpses piled up into a hill.

I'm afraid the emperor is already vomiting blood.

There are too many things that Shangsu needs to deal with, and there are too many bureaus that need to be arranged.

He raised his hand and touched Ningmeng's head, and agreed to go out to play, but he wanted to take the two maids he had paired with her.

Ningmeng nodded immediately and agreed.

The two maids that Shangsu gave to Ningmeng, one was Taohong and the other was Qingzhu.

Both of them are very young, they look like they are only sixteen or seventeen years old, with beautiful faces, but their faces are cold.

Moreover, the two of them have extraordinary aura and strong martial arts, which Shang Su selected from his many secret guards.

As soon as the two arrived, Shang Su said to them: "From now on, this will be your little master. Your duty is to protect her from any bullying and harm. I will carry it if anything happens."

"Yes, my subordinates obey." The pink and green bamboos answered one after another, and then they saluted Ningmeng together, with respectful expressions, and said in unison: "I have seen the little master."

It was the first time Ningmeng saw such a stern maid, but she actually felt quite novel.

Moreover, Ningmeng does not reject their existence.

Ningmeng took the money bag that Shangsu gave her, waved with Shangsu, and brought two servants, Taohong and Qingzhu, out of Yuwangfu.

Shangsu stood there, until she watched Ningmeng disappear from her vision, the look on Shangsu's face suddenly changed.

The original gentle and tolerant look suddenly became extremely cold and alienated, as if the gentle and tolerant man just now seemed to be everyone's illusion.

Shang Su turned around and went to the study.

In the study, Mo Qing was already waiting for him.

Shang Su stepped forward, sat at the desk, and asked, "Have they come back?"

"Not yet. There were too many people chasing the Assassin. The Assassin gave things to the Assassin, and led the people away from the enemy." Mo Qing stepped forward, taking out something from his arms with a respectful expression, and holding his hands together. The thing is offered: "This is just sent back from An Liu."

Shangsu's gaze fell on the small wooden box in Mo Qing's hands. The small wooden box was not large in size, and the surface of the dull wooden box was carved with delicate and cumbersome lines.

It looks simple and unpretentious on the outside, but what it contains is the reason why the emperor has hated him so much for so many years, but he has not dared to start.