Mo Zichen, disturbed by voyeurs outside, suddenly awakened and was ashamed.

Every time under Su Yinluo's insane trick, a sense of involuntary addiction made him deeply humiliated.

He pushed Su Biluo violently, and Su Biluo fell backwards.

Her cheeks were flushed on both sides, her eyes were blurred, and she squirmed on the pillow impatiently. In her mind, she seemed to be refreshing her memory, re-enacting the joy of a round house in the night of the Dongfang Huadengye, and uttered the words of ambiguousness in her mouth.

"I want, Xiang Gong, I want ..."

Yes! Yes! Yes! This shameless woman! Do you know what she wants?

Drunk like a ghost, drowned to death, and could not wake up, there really was no one.

Mo Zichen said involuntarily and gave her two slaps.

The two slaps seemed to be a bit overdone, and her cheeks immediately showed a five-finger print, which was even redder.

Su Biluo was stunned, and seemed to be awake. As soon as he raised his head, his eyes widened, and Mo Zichen tore and pulled her wet skirt.

"Ah, Xianggong ..." Su Biluo kept shining, but a pair of blurred eyes turned into laughter, and stretched out his hands towards him, "Xiang Gong, I want ..."

With these two words again, Mo Zichen is going crazy.

His pair of ice eyes had been dyed crimson, and his breathing was becoming turbid and heavy. After stripping off her clothes, she saw a fat and snowy look, and her beautiful figure was uneven, even a man could not bear it.

A burst of blood rushed through his body, and his nose developed a thirst for blood spray.

Just moments later, Mo Zichen quickly got rid of the misunderstandings, took off the wet clothes three times, five times and two, took Su Biluo to the screen, and threw her into the bath bucket.

He had just started to wash her, and when his hand touched her cherry red, his nose bleed immediately.

Mo Zichen looked embarrassed, quickly blocked his arm, Huo Ran stood up and escaped the screen.

He pulled a silk scarf from the shelf, covered his nose, and hurried out of the room.

"Yingyue, enter the painting, go in and wait for the waiter!" The cold command without any emotion, he hurriedly left with his mouth and nose covered.

That Yingyue and the painting are waiting for him, why dare you run far?

Go outside for a circle, and have been back for a long time.

I just thought that it was the joy of a round house tonight, so I dared not get closer anymore. I was afraid that Mo Zichen's internal force would blow it away, so I had to hide in the dark.

Mo Zichen is the coach of the generals of the three armies, and is used to shouting on the battlefield. His thick voice is so casual that he has penetrated the eardrums of the two little girls.

With a look of astonishment, they hurried back to the room.

It took a long time to find Su Biluo in the bath barrel. Su Biluo's head had slipped into the water.

Yingyue and Jinhua were frightened, and quickly picked her up. The waiter finished bathing and changing clothes and hugged him to the couch to sleep.

Although Su Biluo was still muttering, she was very weak and could not hear what was being said.

Yingyue and Wuhua tucked in the quilt, put down the hibiscus, and went to bed.

Childhood is over, and the two little girls are stuck, so I have no words at night.

The day after dawn, the two were yawning, one was holding toiletries, and the other was carrying porridge dishes. Hou was waiting for Su Biluo to summon outside the door.

Su Biluo is a model worker. In the past few months, Yingyue and Wuhu have been accustomed to her sunrise and sunset, so she thought that she would wake up in a while, and she would be summoned.

The two girls noticed something was wrong and immediately pushed in.

They put down the things in their hands, lifted up the hibiscus, and immediately screamed in the painting: "Ah! Madam's face!"

Yingyue fixed her eyes, and also covered her mouth and cried, "Oh my God, what's wrong with this? It's so swollen? Is it a fever?"

She quickly leaned down and probed Su Biluo's forehead with the back of her hand! Sure enough, it was terrifyingly hot, and she quickly shrunk her hand back, and took it in again to try.

I was scared and stupid when I entered the painting. I panicked and said, "I'm going to invite the doctor, so I'm waiting for you."

She hurried away, and when she arrived at the door, she once again promised a small servant who served Mo Zichen on weekdays, and asked him to report to the general.

Mo Zichen had long gone to the ascendant. There was no one in the study, but Xiao Xiao promised to be taken care of by Su Biluo on weekdays. I heard that his wife had a fever and did not dare to neglect.

It happened to hurry up and down, promised to stretch his neck and look around, and finally found the figure of Mo Zichen among the officials of the down court.

He promised to run forward and shouted, "No, no, General, my wife has a high fever. Please ask General to visit her."

Mo Zichen sneered: "Why! Where is this place, and such trivial things are worth coming here to shout? Quickly go and ask the doctor!"

Trivia?

Promised stunned there, with a terrified look, embarrassed, stuttered and replied: "Then, then, the doctor went to invite, go to the painting sister, go to invite!"

Ning Wang Mo Yuxuan was nearby, and upon hearing this conversation, his lips twitched and he seemed to laugh, and came to talk about business.

"General Mo, since his wife is embarrassed, she should naturally accompany her, so the doctor wants it, but how can he keep the warmth of the husband beside him?"

"Worrying King is not bothersome, General Ben knows what to do." Mo Zichen and King Ning have never dealt with it, his eyes are covered with frost, and his cold tone also comes with a chill.

Ning Wang didn't take it seriously, and then smiled with a smile: "General, your wife should cherish it. She is now our national treasure of the Northern Desert. Bingxue is smart, bold, and has the ability to do business. The emperor was extremely reliant and favored. The last time I went to the palace, the emperor fell in love with her at first glance. She had to let her come to the palace to assist Master Hushang Qin, trying to find a way to fill the treasury. But I did n’t run less, and I talked with the emperor, and I cooperated with each other! "

At this point, Ning Wang glanced at Mo Zichen and saw that General's face became more and more gloomy and his eyes became more and more dark. Instead of converging, he twitched the corner of his mouth and continued to do nothing.

"Now, Mrs. Ling is ill. If the emperor knows, she must be distressed. General, you should ask the doctor to check it out. Once the lady's health improves, the emperor will be happy and give you a reward. The appearance of Mrs. Ling is not only the blessing of the general's palace, but also the blessing of the emperor, but also the blessing of the court! "

King Ning really feared that the world would not be chaotic.

"Humph," Mo Zichen sneered, and sneered mercilessly, "Ning Wang's eloquence and thoughts are comparable to those of the three aunts and six wives in the world. They are beyond admiration, admiration, admiration. I remember, leave! "

He straightforwardly satirized Ning Wang's mischief and provocation.

Ning Wang swallowed the corner of his mouth, but he said nothing: "There are so many things that are kindly treated as donkeys, livers and lungs. You have to remember this king's words, so please do it yourself."