MTL - The Legend of the Ghost Concubine-Chapter 226 : Poor Missy

Long Jiu returned to the room, lying on the soft couch to see a medical book, his heart was messy, and a word could not be seen.

The misty moon and the moon prepared hot water, and the hot wooden barrel came in. The fog said: "Yeah, see the bath in time."

Long Jiu put down his medical book and took a look at the fog. Although it was only a faint sweep, it made the fog feel more pressure.

Is it lord...?

Longjiu Station got up and walked to the Mu barrel, and the fog was untied by Longjiu.

The dragon nine feet stepped into the tub, and the whole person sank and closed his eyes and took a shower.

"Go out," Long Jiuqi is cold.

The four women nodded and went out.

Long Jiuyi opened his eyes and looked at the back of the fog. He suddenly said: "Fog, don't stay in the Nine Kings in the future, I don't need such a bad man."

The fog was shocked, and she knew that all the careful plots could not escape the eyes of the master.

The fog nodded. "Yes, keep it in mind"

The fog is doubtful, is the master really true to the phoenix? Are they warned that they also have the ingredients to fight for the phoenix?

Dragon nine closed his eyes. I don't know why the anger is so deep.

Although he hates the style of not being bright and playing tricks, isn’t he punishing Feng Xiaoer? Why are you not happy at all, but the mood is even heavier.

In the horse shed.

Feng Xiaoer lie in a pile of grass. Very hungry, very cold, very tired.

He died.

The eyes of Feng Xiaoer’s disappointing eyes slipped out of tears. The stubborn throat smashed and forced the crying cavity back.

Chen Auntie and Wang Hao and small potatoes secretly held cotton quilts to visit her.

Chen Auntie put a thick quilt on the phoenix, and it was warm for a moment.

Feng Xiaoer secretly wiped the teardrops and looked up and smiled and said, "It’s good to have you."

Chen Auntie's face and affection for her to dry her hair, said: "Auntie, don't be so embarrassed, and the prince is vindictive, you will not have good fruit to eat, you want to lick a little, know?"

As soon as I thought of Longji’s cold and ruthless ice sculpture face, Feng Xiao’s heart gave birth to a sadness. According to the savvy temper of Long Jiu, how could she not know the four women’s careful machine, but Long Jiu did not say anything to her, she knew If he is unable to defend himself, he will be allowed to dispose of it.

Heart, there is a grievance, so uncomfortable.

In order not to care for the carelessness of her, Feng Xiaoer suppressed his heart and sadness, and nodded neatly, still like the atmosphere, a gesture of no big deal, "Auntie rest assured, those people I can not afford, can still hide, Don't worry, it's quite interesting to sleep in the horse shed for the first time. It's night, and you have to go back to rest."

The tears of the little potatoes screamed out, and Feng Xiaoer was a bit sad inside, more pessimistic, and felt like the heroine of Qiong Yao.

Feng Xiaoer had to use a joking tone to comfort the little potatoes: "Well, your lady is still not dead, crying so miserable"

The small potatoes choked and smashed a lot. Feng Xiaoer asked for the ear to be clean, and quickly stopped the road: "Okay, my little potato, isn't it a night shed? No big deal, no break. Arms broken legs, bright up, the sun rises, your lady is still good, hurry back to rest, aunt Wang Hao you really do not have to worry, go back to rest"

The three men waited for Feng Xiaoer for a while, watching the hair of Feng Xiaoer finally dry, and finally left.

Night, very quiet, a bright moon in the sky.

Feng Yuer had no heart to sleep, and one leaned against the wooden pillar and looked up at the chin and watched the distant starry sky start to stay.

She was no longer so cold, wrapped in a thick quilt. Chen Auntie left her three big hoes. She ate all and felt very satisfied. Just don't die if you are hungry. When you are hungry, the steamed bread is the taste of the mountains and seas.

Feng Yuer looked at the starry sky like that, obviously sleepy, but no sleepiness.

Feng Yuer dreamed that she and Long Jiuhui would be like this. Why did she come to this day? Feng Xiaoer also feels wonderful.

Now, she just wants to live well.

Only when you are alive can you have the opportunity to solve the doubts in your happiness. Feng Xiaoer believes that one day, he will know the truth.

A cool breeze came over, and Feng Xiaoer sneezed and wrapped the quilt. Feng Xiaoer lay down on the haystack and couldn't sleep.

I don't know what happened, my heart is in a mess.

It’s more than a phoenix.

After the dragon nine bubbled the medicated bath, Ziyun gave him a cream massage. Long Jiu has been closing his eyes, smelling a touch of medicine, trying to calm his heart.

But no, but as the night deepens, it is even more disturbing.

The delicate and soft hands of Ziyun gently massaged on the back of the dragon nine. Ziyun covered the shame in her eyes. For so many years, even if the master does not love her, she can keep the main son to do this. She is satisfied.

Night, quiet, the two are speechless, and there are rumors circulating in the air.

For a long while, Ziyun said: "Ye, the scar on the back is getting weaker and thinner, and the recipe of the Western Region Poison is really powerful."

Long Jiu faintly, there is a snack.

In fact, these scars, he really does not care. What healing and saving will not return to the original look.

"The night is deep, let's rest." Long Jiu never opened her eyes to see her.

Ziyun’s heart was lost, he did not leave her.

Last night's cave room was just a task, and it was a show for outsiders.

Obviously know, but still will feel bad.

Ziyun bowed his head and slammed back.

Long Jiu put on his clothes and he was not tired at all. I always feel that something has not been done.

Looking at the closed wooden window, the woman...

Long Jiuyi’s heart, closed his mind and calmed down, and sat down at the square table to see the medical book.

Very strange, still can't see a word.

For a long time, I couldn't stand the fierce struggle in my heart. Long Jiu also went to drop the medical book and pushed the door out.

Long Jiu’s hands were behind him, and he took a light step and pushed the door out. His mood was like the spring of release, and the suppression also dissipated.

Hell.

......

Feng Xiaoer couldn't sleep, and got up and leaned against the wooden pillars and pulled out the flute that he carried with him.

When I think of what Hong Jiu said, the aunt thinks that I am playing the flute.

Oh, she wants to be red and nine every moment, and I don’t want to play the flute all the time.

This is the only thought left by Red Nine.

Therefore, Feng Xiaoer always carries this flute.

Holding the flute in both hands, the lips are slightly open, and the phoenix gently blows the melody.

Still the first one is forgotten.

She is now a real shadow without a lamp.

Long Jiu stayed in the cloister behind the horse shed and quietly listened to this familiar and strange song.

This melody...so so beautiful, listening to the ear, let his heart inexplicably linger. There will even be a distressed pain that will make him feel overwhelmed.

Feng Yuer was worried that people who would be noisy in the house would hide the flute in his arms after a brief play. Sigh a sigh. Lying down the haystack again, close your eyes and force yourself to fall asleep.

Minger still has a lot of work waiting for her to do. If you have to raise your spirits, you will have the energy to work.

Live well, for the red nine.

This is her initial thoughts.