MTL - The Legend of the Ghost Concubine-Chapter 216 : In the future, the clothes on the house will be washed by the aunt.

The next day, Jingya faintly woke up, and there was a sharp pain in the body. Jingya bowed his head and flashed the good night of last night and the Dragon Eight, and it was a shy smile, full of peach blossoms.

The beauty and madness of last night will always be engraved in the brain of Jingya. It is a willingness to love one person and be willing to deliver the body and mind. Sweet and infinite.

Love can't help but it's a matter of course. The combination of men and women is such a wonderful thing.

Just think of it, you can be happy forever.

At the moment before becoming a woman of Dragon Eight, Jingya asked the narrow waist of Longba and asked: "Your Highness, do you love me?"

Dragon Eight can't help but love her little face and say love.

When Long Ba really enters her body, Jing Ya really feels what is beautiful, what is love, what is passion, love and affection, love and desire are connected.

The Dragon Eight is very gentle. When you are emotional, you can't suppress your desires. When you are a big animal, you will be overbearing, but you will soon ask her gently. If you are tired, you can't continue. Jingya fell in the overbearing and gentle charm of the Dragon Eight, unable to extricate themselves, and completely handed over to the Dragon Eight.

That night, all the land was her clothes with Dragon Eight. That night, they were intertwined, and that night they combined, that night was so memorable, profound, and beautiful.

The bead curtain was picked up, and Long Ba took the breakfast and walked in. When I saw Jingya waking up, I smiled and said with a gentle look, "How can I not sleep more?"

Jingya’s mind is still thinking about the overwhelming rain last night, hitting the dragon’s nephew, shyly smiled and said: “I have been getting up early, getting used to getting up early”

Long Ba put the breakfast on the wooden table. In the past, Fu Jingya, a very natural old wife and wife, said: "That is good, get up early and get up early, good health, I am in Shaolin Temple, the body will be so strong... ..."

When the dragon eight said this, Jingya couldn’t help but think of the tyrannical and gentle dragon that was madly asking her yesterday night.

Jingya really didn't think that getting along with the honest and honest Longba was actually in bed matters...

Overbearing and gentle, in short, she likes it.

Long Ba spotted the small face of Jing Yahong, remembering the coquettish cooperation of the beautiful man in his arms last night, the man's self-esteem was greatly satisfied, and he liked this princess who can be magnificent and charming.

The dragon eight thoughtfully went to help Jingya, Jingya's legs were sour, the whole person was soft, and the booth leaned on the dragon eight body. The dragon eight nervously lifted up the Jingya, and asked a little softly: "Jingya, I was not getting last night." It hurts you?"

This honest and straightforward prince.

Jingya remembered the picture of Longya’s enthusiasm combined with his enthusiasm last night, and his blushing heart was tight. Jingya didn’t want to be a dragon and gossip. He smiled and said: “The first time it will inevitably... I will get used to it later”

Thinking of the good night last night, the quiet words gave him unlimited hope. In the moment of the Dragon Eight, I felt that the spirit of fullness was wide open.

There is a palace that the old man came in to collect the blood of the prince. The dragon eight is already ready. When the old man comes in, the dragon will hand over the blood to the old man. The old man looks at the dragon and laughs at the old eyes. Into a group. I looked at the shy, quiet princess, and now I understood it. I smiled and took the virgin blood.

Long Ba told the palace woman to wait for Jingya to bathe and change clothes. He said to Jingya: "When you finish washing, drink some hot porridge, listen to the old lady in the palace. After the cave, drink some hot porridge, better for the body."

Jingya was very satisfied with a smile and nodded. Go with the palace girl to wash.

Nine Wangfu.

The wind in the morning was so cool that a spring glow was poured into the laundry room through the wooden window, and Feng Xiaoer felt the warmth of the sun.

Greedy breathe the beautiful air of this morning.

Feng Xiao's eyes opened his eyes and saw that the two great gods were not in the room.

So early, will they have to get up for laundry?

Feng Xiaoer twisted his sore neck, shook his stiff back, and came down from the blunt wooden bed. He felt a bit top-heavy and his wrists were swollen and round.

The body is weak, there is no way, it is still uncomfortable.

Feng Xiaoer poured a cup of cold tea on the table, and it was empty and empty. You can only drink tea and get hunger.

Chen Auntie pushed the door and held a bowl of hot porridge in her hand.

Feng Xiaoer looked at the misty gas, his eyes were shining, and his stomach was very disappointing.

Chen Auntie chuckled and put the hot porridge on the table in front of Feng Xiaoer’s body and said, “You haven’t had a fever, drink **** porridge.”

Feng Xiaoer was moved to sit down on the stool, not tweaking, picking up the spoon and rushing to eat.

Chen Auntie appeased: "Don’t worry, eat slowly, it will be hot."

Because it was too hot, Feng Xiaoer called the hot air in his mouth, chewed **** porridge, and said with a slurred voice: "Auntie, you are really good, if I have such a good mother, how good is it?"

Chen Auntie smiled kindly: "If Miss Da is not disgusted, she will treat me as your mother, and I have no daughter..."

"Really, great, auntie," Feng Xiaoer surprised to catch Chen Auntie's arm and shouted.

"Eat, eat slowly, Auntie went to work first." Chen Auntie patted the shoulders of Feng Xiaoer, and went out.

Feng Yu’s heart is happy, and he buryes his head and eats **** porridge. I want to go out early to help Chen Auntie work.

After eating the **** porridge, Feng Xiaoer went out to help with the laundry.

The Nine Kings House does not raise idle people. The whole house is not too many, but there are also many. The people in the house have changed clothes and brought them to the two big washes. Feng Xiaoer looked at the hard-working backs of the two big men, and the heart was soft. Roll up the sleeves and walk over to help.

Both of them hurriedly persuaded: "Auntie, you still have a fever, it is not suitable for water. There are two of us here. You are going back to the house to rest."

Feng Xiaoer left his heart to help, the wave of the wave: "I am not so fragile, this little injury, even if it is exercise, anyway, lying down is not so fast, it would be better to help the aunt new clothes, but also Chatting with auntie to relieve boredom"

The two big cockroaches saw Feng Xiaoer’s face firmly, and there was no jealousy. The three men washed clothes together.

Feng Xiaoer's strength is not small. At the time of the orphanage, many times she washed all the clothes of the orphanage. The dean did not buy the washing machine in order to save money for the partners to go to school.

Sometimes Ah Ji will come over and help her wash.

Feng Xiaoer not only did not feel afraid of washing or tired, but was very happy. She could help the little friends to wash their clothes and have fun in the bitterness. Feng Xiaoer felt very satisfied.

Feng Yuer washes very hard, how can I have a little bit of the official lady's delicateness, if it is not a wrist injury, Feng Xiaoer can not alone wash these clothes.

The two big cockroaches looked at this way... so diligent phoenix children couldn’t help but laugh and joked: "Auntie is so refreshing, even washing clothes is so arrogant, really... hobby!"

Feng Xiaoer vigorously squats on the clothes, laughing haha ​​and chatting with the two big sisters.

"That is of course, I talked to you early, I am not a weak woman." Feng Xiaoer lifted his chin slightly, and looked strange.

The two aunts joked: "Auntie is so diligent, after the clothes on the house are washed by the aunt, we can abdicate, and enjoy the morning."

Feng Xiaoer’s atmospheric pat on the chest: “No problem, it’s on me. As long as I hurt, I don’t need two aunts to work, just sleep in bed and watch me wash my clothes.”