MTL - The Legend of the Ghost Concubine-Chapter 223 : Bathing, I was seen by the ghost king.

The small potato cautiously aimed around and whispered, "Miss, why did the nine kings treat such a cruel treat to the lady? The wedding night actually took the lady to the laundry room. It was really ruthless. The slave thought that the seven kings were ruthless. I didn’t expect the nine princes to be more ruthless... oh, it’s best for the ten princes.”

This girl is more angry than her.

Feng Xiaoer laughed and laughed, and jokingly said: "The royal people don't have a good thing... Potatoes, you should die for the ten-year-old, and the ten-year-old is now a Cuixian person."

Think of Long X, Feng Xiaoer's mood is complicated, I hope that Dragon 10 is not as stubborn as Long Qi.

Feng Xiaoer never imagined that wearing this strange world would be liked by the opposite sex, or two excellent and affectionate men. Her little self-esteem was satisfied, but the sense of guilt was even more profound.

I hope everyone is fine.

"Potato, you go to the kitchen to help, by the way you can look at your fat dad..." Feng Xiaoer said to hand a small potato a bad smile.

The face of the little potato flashed and lost. He said: "I didn't see Ada Ge after I went to the kitchen. The friends of the kitchen said that Ada Ge went back to the country. Maybe it won't be in the future."

Feng Xiaoer was puzzled. How did she get back to her hometown when she married the Nine Kings? This nine-king palace is getting more and more mysterious.

Is there any secret that is unspeakable?

Wanting to test Long Jiu is really an extremely difficult task.

"Slaves first go to the kitchen to help, Miss quickly change into a clean dress." Little potatoes left a sentence and walked toward the kitchen.

Feng Xiaoer took out a light blue veil and looked at the nobody in the house. He moved the large tub to wash the clothes to the most hidden corner, and then brought a few buckets of warm water and poured them into the large tub. Itchy, not washing.

Feng Xiaoer looked around and found that no one closed the door. Turned back to the big tub to take off the clothes, stepped into the big tub, and the whole body sank into the warm water. The skin that is itchy is moisturized by warm water, and it is much more comfortable in an instant.

Feng Yuer looked at the wooden door, and there was no sense of security in her heart. The ancient wooden door was not safe at all. It was easy to push it with a push. Feng Xiaoer thought about quick fix. Speeding up the pace, I feel very uneasy about my faint feelings.

While taking a shower, I stared at the wooden door. Like a thief, taking a bath is not easy.

Sure enough, the more afraid of what, the more likely it is to happen, Feng Xiaoer just finished the shower, stretched out the white arm and wanted to get the clothes on the stool, but suddenly heard a bang. The wooden door was opened.

Feng Xiaoer was so scared that his eyes widened and rebounded back into the big tub. He looked at the person who pushed the door.

Scorpio, actually it is Long Jiu.

Feng Xiaoer was too low, and the big tub was big. Long Jiu didn’t see Feng Xiaoer at first glance.

What should I do? Feng Xiao'er rushed into a grasshopper, and the old blush became a monkey's buttocks. He died and shrank his body under the wooden barrel. He wished to bury himself in the bottom of the tub.

But how can Feng Xiaoer shrink, the tub is still that length, and she is also that height.

Soon, Feng Xiaoer felt that there was a black shadow coming, listening to the slight footsteps, Feng Xiaoer felt that he was about to finish.

Feng Yuer really wants to plunge into the water and drown.

This face is a big loss.

"Feng Yuer, what are you doing here?" The sound of Long Jiu came from the front.

Feng Yuer’s embarrassed twisted body, back to the dragon nine, try to keep the head to the lowest, the voice shouted: "The prince, small because it is too itchy, so I took a shower here, trouble Wang Ye Go out first, the little one will get up and dress soon..."

itch? When Long Jiuyi remembered the book in the study room, Feng Xiaoer’s funny scene was scratched, and the corner of his mouth hanged lightly. He said with a serious opening: “Give you three minutes, don’t wear it, the consequences... you know.” Going out.

"Wang Ye, five minutes, three minutes is really the speed of God, the small is a woman, not so fast..." Feng Xiaoer shrunk his body and went out, in order to fight for himself can be treated fairly. The old face is gone.

The consequences, of course, are very serious.

Dragon Nine, the demon, does not know how to rectify her.

"It has been half a minute..." Long Jiuguan went to the door and reminded Feng Xiaoer very well.

As soon as the door closed, Feng Xiaoer picked up the water from the basin, grabbed the towel and rubbed it quickly, and picked up the clothes on the stool. Fortunately, Feng Yi's clothes are relatively simple, wear apron, then wear a coat, tie the waist ribbon, and finally wear a light blue outer shirt, the hair can not be arranged, the shoes stepped into it, too late When I got up, I hurriedly said: "Wang Ye, small is OK, Wang Ye can open the door and come in." While talking about the wooden door, opening the wooden door, he hurriedly said: "Wang, Wang Ye, small is good"

Longjiu Fenghua turned around and had a slight smile on his lips.

Long Jiuyi swept Feng Xiaoer from his head to his sole.

Feng Yu's hair is messy, the ink on his face has not been washed off, the collar has not been finished yet, the shoes are only half worn, not fully worn, and the whole person looks like a little squat in the gang.

Feng Xiaoer’s heart panic, Long Ji’s eyes made her feel hairy.

The evil laughter that the ghost king’s mouth evokes makes people panic.

"Feng Yuer, you are not looking in the mirror?" Long Jiu suddenly asked such a sentence.

Feng Xiaoer stayed for two seconds, flashing the long eyelashes of Meng Meng, and screaming twice, asked: "Wang, you are asking this question?"

Is the ghost king annoyed?

Long Jiu was asked by Feng Xiaoer’s question. Why did he come?

Even he himself does not know.

"How? This king can't come here?" Long Jiuyin asked coldly.

Feng Xiaoer quickly smirked: "Of course not, the entire Jiuwangfu is the prince, and the laundry room welcomes the visit of the prince at any time."

Feng Xiaoer is no longer reluctant, and his mouth is hung with a smirk of interest, and it is very uncomfortable in Long Jiu’s eyes.

The dragon nine nose whispered and walked into the laundry room with a sleeve.

The old laundry room, the small room filled with a variety of objects, Long Nine's eyes fell on a wooden bed under the wooden window, it seems to feel stiff. There is a big bag on the wooden bed. There was a set of clothes next to the big bag, and a red and dazzling apron was pressed on the clothes.

Feng Xiaoer looked at the eyes of Longjiu, his eyes wide open, rushing to the wooden bed, quickly pressing the apron under the clothes. The old face is embarrassed red.

The shame was thrown into the laundry room.

Long Nine's mouth is more curved. The mood is inexplicable and pleasant.

Long Jiu roughly looked at the laundry room again, and finally his eyes fell on Feng Xiaoer.

Dirty, ugly scars above the nose, a little reddish eyes, no spirit, she slept on this wooden bed last night?

Thinking of the behavior of last night, Long Jiu actually had a trace of embarrassment, eyes unconsciously aiming at the wrist of Feng Xiaoer, think about it, is Chen Auntie helping to cure?

Only Chen Auntie.

Long Jiu was amazed at the survival ability of Feng Xiaoer, thinking that she would cry and swear to him for unfair treatment, but no, she is no longer reluctant, but she is obedient.