MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 58 Indifferent male X scheming female (twelve)

The hall was especially quiet. I could only hear the voices of people cleaning up the tea cup fragments. Cen Simiao was still lying on the couch, with Fu Xuan still on her feet. Instead, he stood upright, stiffened there.

Cen Simiao looked up at him, kicked her foot slightly, and said, "It hurts."

Lin Zhitong knelt beside him, looking at the scene, probably understood a bit, looked down at the floor, tapped his fingertips gently, stood up, and went up: "It can hurt, if it turns red, But you have to hurry up and see. "

If the voice doesn't fall, hold your ankle to check.

Fu Xuan moved, blocking his movements. Lin Zhitong frowned, raised her chin, her eyes lashed, and looked at Cen Simiao. She was still lazy and charming.

He bent his lip corner and said to Fu Xuan, "What are you doing with a wood-like pestle here? Didn't you see that your feet are red, and you keep crying for pain? If you can't help anything, just go Lean on, don't get in the way here. "

After speaking, the tone became very worried again, looking at Cen Simiao: "Even if someone asks a doctor for a while, you have to wait for a while. It is better to let the subordinates come to play with cold water and I will give you some."

Coincidentally, a maid passed by holding a copper basin. It seemed to be ready to clean up the house. He took it and placed it next to the bed. He tore a piece of cloth from his clothes and soaked it.

Fu Xuan glanced, and there was a gloomy eyebrow, and Cen Simao didn't stop. Suddenly, she felt her eyesight, looked up, and Fu Xuan was staring at her.

Bending his eyes, he said to Lin Zhitong, "It's really red, look at it."

He was about to stretch out his feet, Lin Zhitong was about to pick it up, but Fu Xuan was holding his ankle and holding it tightly. She raised an eyebrow, Fu Xuan's face was not good-looking, she squatted down, drank water directly with her hands, and sprinkled it on her insteps.

She felt a little cold, and her subconsciousness shrank.

Fu Xuanzhang is even tighter.

Lin Zhitong looked clearly on the side, shook his head secretly, saluted, and walked to the palace gate. The little book boy who was waiting there saw him, and suddenly hesitated, and walked over quickly: "How come out now."

Lin Zhitong raised an eyebrow and turned to glance: "Wait a minute, Minger remembered to call me earlier, and it seems that he would have to come here again just after having breakfast."

The book boy heard the cloud and fog, but when he heard that he would come tomorrow, he stopped asking more questions and instantly rejoiced.

The servants in the temple also retreated. Fu Xuan still lowered her head and drank water on her insteps. The original smooth skin was more delicate now.

Cen Simiao suddenly moved her ankle: "You have driven someone away, why do you pay me?"

Fu Xuan paused and looked up at her, her eyes full of forbearance. Cen Smiao pursed her lips and smiled: "What kind of anger do you have? You are cold to me, but you have to be accompanied by cold and hot, and you have been driven away, so I should be angry."

There was no smile in his eyes, and he glanced at him, ready to retract his feet. Still dragged by him, squinting his eyes: "What are you doing?"

Fu Xuan looked at her, his tone slowly: "You bullied me so much, it's a bit overdone."

Cen Simiao raised her chin: "I don't have one, you're not good ..."

She didn't finish her words, and she was thrown off unexpectedly. She almost touched the bedside. She frowned, suddenly feeling heavy. Fu Xuan's eyes were dark: "You don't kill me, you just want to torture me like this? It's vicious."

Cen Simiao was lying still without looking at him.

Suddenly Fu Xuan rubbed her neck with her chin and said, "Do you really like him? It doesn't look as long as I do."

His hand slowly touched his slender neck, and he seemed to want to hold it hard. He froze suddenly, his hand slowly slid down, and his collar closed.

Cen Simiao's legs caught his waist, and he turned his head to his ear and said, "I'm not bullying you, I really think he looks good."

Fu Xuan's eyes tightened, grasping her arm.

I heard her say, "You said that you were an emperor before, and you should have everything. Now I am the emperor, so why not let him live in it?"

Arms were getting harder and harder, and a smile appeared on her lips. Fu Xuan's anger grew more and more. Her clothes were torn off and he was allowed to move. When her lips passed down her neck, she suddenly pushed away .

Fu Xuan looked over.

Cen Simao took her clothes to cover, and yawned lazily: "You look tired of this face, I'm not interested right now."

Fu Xuan narrowed his eyes and looked at her side by side, his expression suddenly became incomprehensible.

Sure enough, when the next day, someone from the palace passed a message and asked Lin Zhitong to meet Cen Simiao. He had washed it a long time ago. He had to pick the clothes to wear almost all night, and he only took a few moments without delay to eat breakfast in his stomach.

Then sit in a chair and wait for someone to come.

When he heard this, Master Lin looked at Lin Zhitong for a few more times and ordered a few words before letting him enter the palace.

On weekdays, Lin Zhitong did not receive this treatment. He is the youngest sister-in-law, his status is not important, and no one cares at all. It is not easy to find a future. That's why this mind was born. I want to have power through Cen Simiao.

The original trip to the palace, I was very happy.

No matter what I thought, I became a fireman, just for artillery.

Lin Zhitong didn't care about this, no matter what, he gave Cen Simiao to the serving Shu Tan, and he always got the benefit. Since she had this thought, he cooperated with it.

Cen Simiao didn't stay in the hall this time, led him directly to the garden, and talked to Lin Zhitong with a smile.

Before leaving, Fenghe laughed in a low voice. The maid next to her saw a few jokes. She took a sip, bent her eyes, and lowered her voice. Someone came in. "

Fu Xuan stared at the backs of the two men. He was restricted from going out, his eyes were dim and flickering.

Head down, after a long while, suddenly laughed.

The busy man next to him was shocked when he heard the movement. Fu Xuan straightened his back. The original cold look disappeared and became a little weird.

There was a smile on her lips, and there was no slight wave in her eyes.

People were a little scared, and quickly lowered their heads to do things, no longer went to see him, but heard: "Have a few buckets of water, I want to bathe."

The sound is not cold, it is very peaceful, and even the ending is rising. The people who are hooked are very interested to explore.

The court **** responded, knowing Cen Simiao's attitude towards him, and did not dare to neglect. He gave him another change of clothes and tried his best.

Although Fu Xuan was still clean and swift during this time, his heart was depressed and his face was particularly ugly. He had not been particular about dressing and grooming, which was a little less spiritual than before.

He picked up the comb, tied his hair, fastened the buttons, put his hands together, and untied two more. The palace girl who was busy cleaning the tub, gave him an inadvertent glance, and immediately blushed.

How to take a bath is like changing a person.

Especially the original coldness between the eyebrows makes people snoring at a glance.

At this moment, people seemed to laugh and laugh, and the hearts of the people rejoiced.

He sat in his chair and stared at the door of the temple. At this moment, the sun rose, and it was not until he was about to fall that he saw the figure. Fu Xuan didn't ask much, and went straight up. Cen Simiao was surprised when he saw his dress.

He looked at Lin Zhitong and said, "It's getting late, and the palace has been very busy lately, so let's go back, lest you rest here badly."

Clenched his fist in his sleeve.

In these words, Cen Simiao and Lin Zhitong were both there.

Nothing happened.

By the time he calmed down, Fu Xuan had sat down with Cen Simiao for dinner, leaving only Lin Zhitong standing alone.

Cen Simiao didn't do anything today, so she listened to Lin Zhitong's twists and turns to teach her how to stimulate Fu Xuan. Then I listened again, how ambitious he was, and asked vaguely whether Cen Simiao could be given an official post.

She glanced: "What are your ambitions?"

Lin Zhitong frankly said: "Eat, drink, have fun."

The obvious thing is to tell Cen Simiao that he has a long-term look and will never have an undesired mind. He just asked for an official position and raised his head at home.

But at this moment, Lin Zhitong was really scratching his head. Seeing Cen Simiao's gaze cast, he pursed his lips: "I'm also hungry, I can eat here ..."

Fu Xuan raised his eyes: "Then let you grab a food box and eat it on the road."

He coughed a few times and spoke to Cen Simiao. As soon as she was about to speak, Fu Xuan glanced over: "The day is getting shorter and shorter. I remember when you left, it was still bright, and it was so dark now. Now. "

The subtext is that he waited for Cen Simiao for a day.

She rubbed her forehead and let Lin Zhitong go back first. When I was out of the palace door, a little **** suddenly came over, holding a food container in his hand, and said that he would hand it to him.

Lin Zhitong glanced and shook his head and grinned.

After having dinner, Cen Simiao talked to Fu Xuan: "How did you change your clothes today? This suit makes you look good. It turned out that the one who was hidden in blue was veteran."

Fu Xuan responded without a word, holding a fruit plate in his hand, and ate a few bites by himself. Cen Simiao saw that he was suddenly cold, touched his nose, and was not going to say more.

Suddenly a grape appeared in front of her, pinching her long fingers, and put it on her lips: "Taste, it's sweet."

The tone is soft.

Cen Simiao opened her mouth to bite, and the juice filled the taste buds, especially sweet, and heard him ask, "Is it sweet?"

As soon as he was about to respond, Fu Xuan approached her and kissed her suddenly. When the two were out of breath, he left, and his expression was particularly dull: "It's quite sweet."

While resting, Cen Simiao wiped her hair, and water droplets slid down her neck, and the whole person was steaming. She walked to the bed and had long been accustomed to Fu Xuan's eyes closed and ignored him.

I was almost scared now.

Opening her eyes, she looked straight at her, dark, wondering what she was thinking, a slight arc on her lips.

Cen Simao went over to bed, and the bedding was soft, Fu Xuan's eyes followed her, and after lying in bed for a while, Cen Simiao felt a little sleepy, and suddenly felt the back of her hand, she frowned, thinking it was a mosquito bite.

I'm getting ready to shoot, but I feel stronger.

Looking sideways, Fu Xuan was kissing her. Seeing her turning her head, she bent her eyes, climbed directly to the bed, and stroked her hands on her, and kept kissing.

Cen Simiao saw him so tender for the first time.

From the beginning to the end, she feels the most.

Cen Simiao's eyes gradually lost focus, a little lost. Fu Xuan's originally extremely gentle eyebrows suddenly became particularly appalling, full of ruthlessness, full of possessiveness, and the hidden emotions revealed.

When you close your eyes and then open them again, it is gentle.

He personally took the basin of water and scrubbed Cen Simiao with gentle movements. She was so tired that she gradually became sleepy, and Fu Xuan bent her eyes and kissed her lips again, then took the basin out, and happened to sue the wind outside.

She looked at the list in her hand, hesitated for a while, or said, "The ministers just handed in a list and said they were candidates for the harem. Would you like to see them now?"

Fu Xuan's movements stopped, and he looked outside the door of the temple, his jaw tightened.