MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 119 Little wolf cub X lady (11)

Li Zhixiu was seriously injured. He falsely accused the court, but the emperor ordered not to speak out, for fear of spreading it and affecting morale. These bandits are extremely difficult to deal with,

The best Physician sent by the palace to heal him, rumors that Li Zhixiu's life is in trouble have long been rumbling outside. Now there is a Physician in the house, just take this as a cover, there is no need to hide, for fear of others suspect .

Li Zhixiu's wound was bandaged with the best gold wound medicine, but it still didn't improve for many days, but he could only keep it slowly, but his life was saved.

There was only him in the room, and the servant girls were all waiting outside. Li Zhixiu was afraid that his servants had been waiting for a long time and saw the clues, so he only called when they wanted to drink tea and eat.

Suddenly I heard someone outside whispering, "Mrs. is standing at the door, but you want to invite her in?"

Li Zhixiu frowned, and when he just wanted to say no, he squeezed his lips again. He lay on the bed and squeezed his brows with his hands, his face was pale. Asking outside the door again, he raised his eyes, a little impatient: "Let her in."

As soon as the words fell, the door was gently pushed open by Cen Simiao, cold wind poured into the room, blowing her skirt.

Li Zhixiu looked down, she bowed her head faintly, her eyebrows faintly seen. She was very gentle. The broken hair on her forehead was disturbed by the wind.

She closed the door, glanced around the room, saw Li Zhixiu lying on the bed, her eyebrows fluttered, her steps became a little hurried, and she hurried to the front: "Man, what's wrong with you?"

Li Zhixiu glanced at her, which pot was not open. Without answering her words, he looked at him casually. He saw a plate of snacks on the table behind Cen Simiao, and he asked her to bring it.

Cen Simiao's eyes showed concern, and she put down the clothes in her hand, brought the snack to him, squeezed one, and put it on his lips. Li Zhixiu looked at her with a smirk in her eyes, hooked her mouth and took a bite of snacks.

Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled, and she seemed a little embarrassed, and her cheeks were red.

He chuckled and looked at her with more ambiguity. Cen Simiao lowered her eyebrows and could only see her side face, tender and tender. Li Zhixiu raised his arms and stroked her cheek.

Cen Simiao frowned and looked up in surprise.

Li Zhixiu had thin cocoons on the abdomen of his fingers and felt a little uncomfortable touching his face. Cen Simiao pursed her lips and felt a little impatient in her heart, but her face became increasingly shy. His eyes were deep, his fingertips were lightly pressed, and Ceng Simiao, who was pinching suddenly, had a pain in his face, and could not help taking a breath.

Li Zhixiu looked at her like this, but smiled happily, Cen Simiao's eyes were covered with mist, he looked up at him pitifully.

The strength on his face did not decrease at all, but he regained weight. Li Zhixiu converged his smile, squinted his eyes, and suddenly said, "Remember, you will always be my wife, and there should be no thoughts in your mind."

"You are destined to live here to death."

Cen Smiao flushed her eyes and nodded.

Go to your uncle.

Li Zhixiu was quite satisfied with her attitude. She bent her eyes and said softly, "Be nice, since I gave you the divorce book, I really feel better. I will go to your room after two days. "

Cen Simiao even blushed her ears.

After a while, she came out of Li Zhixiu's room and couldn't help frowning. Some regretted coming here. He didn't seem to have endangered his life, but he was very weak.

And you can say something cheap.

Especially spiritual.

Cen Simiao gave a snoring noise, and didn't think about Li Zhixiu anymore, and stepped back quickly. Entering the gate of the courtyard, she saw the girl standing at the door and sighing, Cen Simiao was surprised: "What's going on?"

As soon as the girl saw her, she quickly walked over and lowered her voice: "Come in and see, the one who is making a lot of noise."

Cen Simiao frowned and pushed in the door, and saw Yang Fuqing holding a pillow and falling on the bed, gritting her teeth, her strength was particularly fierce.

She walked over, Yang Fuqing was quite vigilant, turned her head almost instantly, her eyes were cold, and after seeing Cen Simiao, she immediately became soft, and her eyes were aggrieved.

Cen Simiao glanced at him without turning, and turned to pour tea, Yang Fuqing stared straight at her. Cen Simiao held the hot tea and blew it softly. There was a layer of white mist in front of her eyes, her body moved, and she went to Yang Fuqing.

His eyes tightened.

Cen Simao didn't look at him, handed the tea cup over, her voice indifferent: "You're in spirit now, be careful to crack the wound you just healed."

Yang Fuqing's eyes were dark and pursed his lips.

She frowned. Yang Fuqing didn't pick up the tea. She retracted her arms and turned to leave, but suddenly she was heavy on the waist. Cen Simiao fell into a soft bed, and the tea cup fell instantly, and the water splashed on the quilt.

Yang Fuqing's arms were around her waist, and she ran in front of her. Cen Simao looked upset, struggling to get up, her eyes exasperated.

He stared at her, staring at her, suddenly tearing her skirt, and the sound of the tearing of her clothes passed into Cen Simiao's ears, she didn't feel a little excited.

The torn cloth stripped her eyes.

Cen Simao couldn't see clearly, but she could only see the fuzzy shadow, and felt that Yang Fuqing's hand was stroking gently, not letting go. She trembled, and the slight restless struggling made Yang Fuqing feel hot.

He reluctantly suppressed, kissed her earlobe, breathing hot: "Don't move."

Cen Simiao bit her lower lip.

Yang Fuqing felt that she was blindfolded, not as resistive as last time. He had a deep look, and rubbed her red lips with her fingertips, feeling a warmth.

He gritted his teeth and didn't continue.

Cen Simiao heard a sentence: "What if you hate me?"

She sighed. The child was really sad.

In the next few days, Yang Fuqing didn't behave like this again, and she was honestly nourishing, letting what she eats, what she wants to drink, and what she drinks, she is not picky at all, she is especially good.

Fearing that Cen Simiao was angry, she was kicked out.

Cen Simiao's face was not very good-looking. She could not bear the sigh of anger, and wanted to wait until he was better. Then, waking up one morning, Yang Fuqing suddenly disappeared and disappeared, and his figure disappeared in the room.

Cen Simiao frowned, and didn't panic to find it. Knowing that Yang Fuqing Bacheng went to discuss matters with the people under his hand again.

Before he was young, he did n’t know what had happened in his own home. Yang Fuqing never asked her. Even when he was a kid, he saw his aunt who looked very similar to his mother in another yard. , Red eyes, said nothing else.

Now that he is an adult, all those old things, and the grievances that Yang Fuqing is afraid of, are all clear.

It was no surprise that he wanted to kill Li Zhixiu.

It's just that she can't kill yet, otherwise her task will be finished.

After Yang Fuqing walked for many days, he never showed up again.

And when he was better, Li Zhixiu came to her and started to get busy. Cen Simiao rubbed her neck and didn't think about it again.

On the contrary, the girl next to me inquired that the outside had been in a mess recently, and when I was on patrol everywhere, I was afraid to let a rebel out. Li Zhixiu couldn't even sleep, and was particularly anxious.

Cen Simiao yawned and should answer twice.

Lazy attitude.

The girl-in-law looked anxiously: "Ma'am, don't you want to think? Take this opportunity to care more about the master and take his heart back."

She raised her eyes. "What's the use of recovering?"

The maidservant was speechless and could not think of it for a long time.

After a while, the outside was getting more and more chaotic. The servant in charge of the house purchased the dishes for several days, and tried to avoid going out. For fear that one day when he was walking around the street, the rebel knew that he was Li Fu The lieutenant killed him.

Li Zhixiu was not in the house, and Cen Simao didn't care about it anymore.

The court had a lot of annoyances, and really didn't have much energy to manage this betrayal, only to let Li Zhixiu hold on. Moreover, these rebels had no other action than to repair Li Zhi.

The court was relieved.

But Li Zhixiu was getting weaker and weaker.

Finally, Li Fu was rushed in by the rebels, and the people suddenly turned into a mess. Many soldiers and horses in the street were incapable of dealing with each other. The people closed the door tightly.

Cen Simiao glanced at the door of the house, her head was a little dizzy, and she drank a cup of tea before she felt better. She didn't know what was going on, and she felt dizzy from time to time.

Hearing the loud noise outside, she lowered her eyes and continued to read. The girl next to me panicked, quickly packed up, and took several baggage, seeing Cen Simiao's rather leisurely look, anxious in her heart: "Madam, let's run away."

Cen Simiao put the book down: "Go out, I'll stay here."

The girl frowned, "How can you do that!"

Cen Simao looked serious and threw out some silver to her: "You can go out, I will be fine."

The girl was stunned, listening to the noise outside the door getting closer and closer, she looked at Cen Simiao, and struggled in her heart, she could not persuade her, and ran away with her heart.

Not long after, Cen Simiao sat in the chair and heard the door ringing, she looked away from the book, and the door pushed slightly away. Cen Simao did not turn her head, her footsteps were steady and solid.

Walk slowly to her.

Yang Fuqing bent over, her chin rested on her shoulder socket, and her breath was warm: "Why don't you look at me?"

Cen Simiao pressed her lips and Yang Fuqing held her earlobe. He frowned, reached out to tear her clothes, and Cen Simiao looked coldly.

Immediately, the cloth covered her eyes.

Then he hugged him, Cen Simiao struggled a few times, and Yang Fuqing said, "Don't move, I will take you away."

Cen Simiao struggled even harder.

He was a little angry and looked outside the door, squinting his eyes: "Li Zhixiu was caught by me, wouldn't you go to see him?"

Cen Simiao's body suddenly froze.

Yang Fuqing grabbed the corner of her mouth, moved her footsteps, and opened the door. Cen Simiao's ears were suddenly filled with the sound of the collision of swords. Yang Fuqing's arms were tightly held against her, and her arms were especially secure.

He didn't leave a crowded place, avoiding his eyes and ears, Cen Simiao heard his voice extremely soft: "Would you say I would hug you on the sedan like this one day?"

She frowned.

Yang Fuqing asked a group of soldiers and horses to guard outside and inside the city. He brought a group of people to stay on the boat, and Cen Simiao was forcibly taken away by him.

He was worried that Cen Simiao would be implicated in his family, and explained carefully: "I deliberately made the movement quiet, Li Zhixiu was arrested, and you disappeared. In the eyes of others, you must be forced to helpless, let me take away . "

Cen Simiao raised her eyes: "Is this not the case?"

Yang Fuqing frowned: "You don't want me at all?"

Her eyelashes trembled: "What are you going to do with Grandpa?"

Immediately, Yang Fuqing felt uneasy. Why all she remembered was Li Zhixiu. He rolled up his sleeves and stretched his arms in front of her. There was a wound on it, and he hadn't completely healed: "You don't ask me how the injury is?"

Cen Simiao glanced at him.

Yang Fuqing frowned and looked a little cold. He chuckled, got up from the chair, walked in front of Cen Simiao, leaned down and looked at her, holding the handles on both sides, almost to the tip of her nose.

"What to do? What do you say?"

Cen Simiao wiped her lips.

His eyes were dark and he smiled: "Can it be difficult, and the mother wants to discipline her son again?"

Cen Simao raised her chin, her soft red lips pressed to his cheeks, and Yang Fuqing's eyes tightened suddenly. She looked earnestly: "I don't stop you killing him, but not now."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Yang Fuqing's eyes.

Then I heard: "How about I break the relationship with him in your presence?"

He stared at her in amazement, Cen Simiao's expression was so sincere, he never cheated. Yang Fuqing watched her for a long time with a bitter lip on her lips: "To protect his life, you ..."

Cen Simiao's hand touched his cheek, his movement was extremely gentle: "Obey, call him."

Yang Fuqing's eyes showed forbearance.

After a while, Li Zhixiu appeared in front of Cen Simiao with his body full of injuries. His face was bruised. When he saw Cen Simiao, his eyebrows suddenly frowned and he was furious.

After he was arrested, he realized that the leader of the rebel was Yang Fuqing, and he was so angry that he suddenly saw Cen Simiao, and could not help venting her anger.

If it hadn't been for Yang Fuqing who had stayed back then, what would happen today.

His voice was a little hoarse, and his anger was undiminished: "Jack, do you still have alive?"

With concern, Cen Simao poured a cup of tea and carefully delivered it to his lips, but was pushed away, she just felt dizzy and fell to the ground.

Yang Fuqing, who was hiding behind the screen, came out immediately, her face was somber, and she lifted Li Zhixiu away, carefully lifted Cen Simiao, and carefully checked whether she was hurt.

Li Zhixiu was wounded and kicked again. He immediately spit blood, and saw that the two of them were intimate. Then he remembered something wrong: "You ..."

Yang Fuqing's eyes were sharp.

Cen Smiao pursed her lips, and her eyebrows were bent, her expression was no longer there, and the style between her brows was particularly striking. Yang Fuqing looked down and took a breath.

She looked at Li Zhixiu, but leaned against Yang Fuqing's arms, her voice was soft: "Master."

Li Zhixiu's eyes widened.

Cen Simiao said softly: "I have been with him for many years, and the relationship is naturally deep. The grandfather has never touched me, and it is difficult for a while."

Li Zhixiu gritted his teeth and struggled to get up. Cen Simiao bent her lip corner, came out of Yang Fuqing's arms, and walked over. Li Zhixiu was lying on the ground, with no strength at all.

She touched his cheek, her fingertips twitched her chin, and her eyebrows flirted: "How do you think that you would think that I had only kept you for so many years?"

Li Zhixiu was so irritated that he wanted to swear, but he was speechless. Cen Simiao got closer, with a smile: "Yang Fuqing looks handsome and quite young, and I naturally like it."

He pursed his lips. "You bitch."

Cen Simiao smiled slightly, her eyelashes dropped, and then she raised her eyes with some sorrow: "I still have the book closed, what reason does Master call me?"

Li Zhixiu's face was gloomy and he could not wait to kill her, but he had no strength. Cen Simiao grabbed the corner of her mouth, and suddenly Yang Fuqing grabbed her arm. Cen Simiao was soft and stood up. His eyes were dark and full of joy.

Yang Fuqing's voice was a little trembling: "You, what are you talking about?"

Cen Simiao looked at him with charming eyes, her eyelashes trembled, and she lowered her head. Li Zhi's look was so good that she looked different, but she became very sad and unwilling.

Li Zhixiu frowned.

Yang Fuqing could not see it.

He grabbed Cen Simao's shoulders, only feeling very excited, and repeatedly asked what she said was true. Cen Simiao raised her eyes, and her expression became extremely seductive, but no action was seen.

Yang Fuqing held her in a halt and tried to kiss her lips. Cen Simiao didn't struggle and let him move. Yang Fuqing hugged her horizontally, her eyes glowing.

Emotions are particularly exciting.

He hugged Cen Simiao to the bedroom, and Li Zhixiu had been dragged out of the door, only to hear Cen Simiao's seductive voice inside, charming dripping water, and Yang Fuqing's low gasping.

"Be nice, your body is really soft."