The Legend of the Ghost Concubine

Long Jiu’s tone is cold and cold: “Come in, help the king to grind the ink”

Grinding ink?

“Wang Ye, small will not” Feng Xiaoer said very honestly.

In the past, it was all the little potatoes to help. She took the brush and thought it was too good to grind the little family’s work. She couldn’t do it with carelessness.

When I came into contact with the dragon nine, I shot a cold and faint eyes. Feng Xiaoer was so scared that she closed her mouth and sneaked into the main entrance. She opened the door and walked to the front of the dragon. I saw a prepared pen and paper basket on the square table, and a glass of water.

Feng Xiaoer took back his sight and respectfully stood beside Long Jiu. He carefully asked: “The prince, small is not, can the prince teach small?”

Long Nine’s mouth is slightly raised, and the mood is inexplicable.

Stupid woman.

Long Jiu did not speak, and took a look at Feng Xiaoer.

Going to the side of the table, pouring water and ink into the platform, washing your hands and walking down to the wooden chair in the middle of the square table. Feng Xiaoer consciously walked to the front of the ring and picked up the ink stick next to it. Try hard to recall the plot seen on the TV, put the grind into the ring, Feng Yaner is standing in a posture, lowering his head, paying attention to the ink stick on his hand, the movement is gentle, grasping the degree, slowly The rhythmic circle.

Feng Xiaoer did not dare to speak, and did not dare to go to see Longjiu, and he was slowly turning the ink sticks slowly. I was afraid that one would not wear it well. If Longjiu was angry, it would splash her ink.

Long Jiu looked at the medical book and occasionally aimed at two eyes.

Still said no? A very professional look. It’s better than him.

Time drips in bits and pieces, and there is a sigh of breath in the air. Feng Xiaoer concentrated on ink, and did not notice that the dragon nine eyes from time to time to look at her eyes, Long Jiu did not understand why he was thinking about the body of Feng Xiaoer, the medical book was only half a mile to find.

Slightly awkward, Long Jiu coughed a little, naturally turned the medical book upside down and continued to look over.

For a long time, Feng Xiaoer felt that his hands were a little stiff and uncomfortable, and he asked: “Wang Ye, can it be done like this?”

Long Jiu noticed the slightly painful expression of Feng Xiaoer, a small sorrow in his heart, a cold opening: “Continue to grind, the king is used to using a delicate ink.”

Feng Xiaoer was very wrong, and he sneaked in his heart. He had to complain in his heart, hanging his small head and frowning.

Feng Xiaoer grinds and grinds and finds some skills. It is not as hard as it was at the beginning. It can grind the ink while lifting the small head and aiming around.

Otherwise, her neck would be uncomfortable, she kept her head and couldn’t sit still. I didn’t expect that the brushing seemed simple and it was a hard technical job.

Feng Yan’s eyeballs looked around, occasionally sneaked into the eyes of the dragon nine, watching Longji seriously read the side of the book, remembering that during the injury to the nine kings during the period of injury, the dragon is also like this, quietly looking at the medical book, she cares Do what you want to do.

However, that time, although Longjiu was still indifferent, she was still caring and considerate, friendly, and now…

Two different attitudes.

The same is that the indifferent temperament of Longjiu, although silent, has a gas field that cannot be ignored. Every move, the temperament is noble, even if it is noisy around, it can’t affect his quiet temperament. .

Feng Xiaoer’s curiosity is why Long Jiu seems to have completely forgotten the things that had been mixed with her before. Even if the dragon nine is cold and hot, it will not be so indifferent to herself, as if she is hateful to him. The same as the enemy.

The strangeness in the eyes of Long Jiu and the attitude of sudden change have made Feng Xiaoer puzzling.

Feng Xiaoer looked at the face of Long Jiu, and the doubts in his heart were provoked. He wanted to reach out and take off the mask on Longjiu’s face. This is a good opportunity for solitude. I missed this opportunity, but… …

Feng Xiaoer’s eyes are burning on the side of Long Jiu, and the heart is fighting a contradiction.

Suddenly, Longjiu raised his face and squatted on the phoenix of the phoenix phoenix. The phoenix squatted for two seconds, and his guilty eyes turned his eyes and turned his eyes away. The stunned secret sighed.

It is dangerous. Long Jiu’s lethality is flustered.

Feng Yuer deliberately lowered his head and carefully grinded his ink. He felt that his side face was burnt, and he did not dare to sneak.

Long Nine’s mouth smirked and smirked, and lowered his head to continue reading medical books.

Time is flowing again and again. A house is silent. No words to each other.

For a long time, Feng Yu’s arms are sore, her wrists are slightly numb, and her wrists have not fully recovered yet. It is estimated that it will be invalidated.

The body suddenly became a little itchy.

Feng Yu’s strong and courageous, said: “That, Wang Ye, a little itchy on the small back, can you stop grinding and scratching?”

Long Jiu lifted up and saw Feng Yuer’s painful expression of itchiness.

Longjiu smiled coldly and said: “If you itch, you will scratch yourself. Is it difficult for the king to personally help you scratch?”

Hip hop? Didn’t she get it wrong? Ghost King adults will actually make jokes? Do not abuse her but ridicule her?

Panic, flattered.

With the consent of the ghost king, Feng Xiaoer immediately put down the ink stick, and the body was smashed, and one hand was placed behind the neck, which was not elegantly scratched. The more it scratches, the more itchy.

Maybe I didn’t take a shower last night, and the wooden bed hasn’t lived for a long time, causing skin allergies?

It is a pity that it is itchy on the back, it is inconvenient to scratch and it is not convenient. Long Jiu is next to it. Feng Xiaoer is embarrassed that the big action is scratching. He can only gently scratch it, making himself less uncomfortable.

Strongly endured uncomfortable, Feng Xiaoer took back his hand, slipped his eyes slightly, and touched his little face with a little helplessness.

Long Jiu looked at Feng Xiaoer, but saw Feng Yan’s face stained with ink and a small leaf in his hair. Qi Liuhai, who is accompanied by Feng Xiaoer, ignores the ugly scars, and the big eyes are so innocent and innocent, very cute.

“Sit down…” Long Jiu suddenly opened his mouth.

So kind? Ghost King is still a little conscience. Feng Xiaoer just thought of this. Long Jiu gave her a brush. Then said: “Help the king record a bottom”

Feng Xiaoer nodded, and the little face that had just ignited hope sank again. The ghost king is the ghost king. What kind of conscience? Humph.

Pick up the brush and take apart the white paper. Sitting on the stool. A pair of three good students sitting posture. Waiting for the opening of Long Jiu.

“White 芍 five grams…” Long Jiu just read out.

Feng Xiaoer held up the brush and wrote it in a different way. The wooden door was pushed open, and Feng Xiaoer looked up and saw the purple cloud with a hot food stepping in.

There was a flash of shock in Ziyun’s eyes, and Feng Xiao’er was inadvertently aware of it.

There is a illusion that the mistress is caught on the spot by the main house. Feng Xiao’s child is not enough, and there are dim eyes. Threesome, it will be awkward.

It is estimated that this Ziyun must think that she would like to come in and seduce Longjiu.

Ziyun put the hot food on the empty table, smiled and looked at Feng Xiaoer, and smiled at the courtesy and atmosphere, saying: “Missy is also?”

Feng Xiao’s smile: “Well, it’s the prince who told me to come in, I came in.”

Ziyun’s tone is as if she is a strange thing here.

To the reader:

The children’s shoes that chase the books, my book is almost finished, and I have a question to leave a message. I don’t know how to write myself. I don’t know if you like this story.