Princess Sets Poison Again

Murong Xuefei's heart trembled slightly, frowning: "Small wounds are already fine, I will wipe them myself."

Murong Xuefei said again to grab his medicine.

"I'll wipe it for you, I will be very light." Leng Yihan looked at her persistently, without compromising, "Let me have a look."

The eyes he prayed for, after all, made her soft, and she didn't look down and lie down.

Seeing her agree, Leng Yihan was uncomfortable.

He hesitated to reach out and unfasten her belt, feeling that the movement was too ambiguous, and he couldn't help swallowing it.

It didn't bring her a good experience between the two times, so when Leng Yihan undressed her clothes, the action was light and light, for fear of stimulating her.

Unbuttoning the outer shirt and middle coat, cold and cold is already a cold sweat.

Obviously, it was a serious thing, and Shengsheng was fooled by him.

Even Murong Xuefei's face turned red. She seemed to let him finish the medicine quickly, but he was slower than a snail.

Untie the last layer of obscenity, so the sloppy feeling disappeared instantly.

Leng Yihan stared at the bulging wound that was covered by the bellyband, and instantly reddened his eyes.

He shivered and lifted her belly, trying to see how shocking the complete scar was.

Murong Xuefei was shocked and grabbed his hand subconsciously.

"I'm sorry." Leng Yihan's eyes were red, and he leaned over her wound and kissed softly.

Murong Xuefei's heart trembled fiercely, her nose was sore, and her hands were loosened.

Leng Yihan opened her bellyband and saw the scar that was still on the tiger's mouth.

Knowing that he would suffer such a crime, he would never let her conceive a child.

He is really a killer.

Leng Yihan cried silently while wiping the wound with a hot cloth towel.

"Does it hurt?" He asked hoarsely, softly.

Murong Xuefei blushed and shook her head.

She is now in front of him naked, and she can't bear any pain.

After wiping the wound, Leng Yihan changed her new medicine, and then put her clothes back on one by one.

Murong Xuefei's face was flushed, she still looked away, and did not dare to move.

Feeling a little awkward, Leng Yihan coughed, "I'll go get some water to bathe my heart."

Leng Yihan said, and then went out holding the basin.

When the cold and easy cold came in with hot water, Murong Xuefei was already waiting.

"I help her wash."

Leng Yihan glanced at the child in her arms. Before he could not face it, he put the hot water out of the house.

Murong Xuefei glanced at his back and frowned, then took a careful bath.

Be careful not to cry or make trouble, and not afraid of water, obediently Murong Xuefei floated on the water.

Murong Xuefei rubbed the red mark on her neck, her eyes full of distress.

When Murong Xuefei took a shower carefully, she saw that Leng Yihan was cutting wood there again.

"It's late, go to bed and do it tomorrow."

"You and Xin'er slept first. I slept after I finished here." He smiled with joy when she cared about him.

Murong Xuefei opened her mouth and said nothing. She went to sleep holding her heart.

Leng Yihan was sitting there for one night, afraid of getting noisy to their mother and daughter, and he moved the things directly to the small kitchen.

Although it hasn't been done before, the cold and cold hands are also dexterous. In one night, the embryos come out.

Looking at some ugliness, it seems that he can't take it out, Leng Yihan decided to polish and then sleep for Xiner.

Hiding the shaker behind, Leng Yihan went up to the snow mountain.

I made fish soup yesterday and he plans to make her chicken soup today.

Leng Yihan's luck was not bad. He really got two pheasants and touched a nest of mountain eggs.

Leng Yihan killed the chicken and simmered chicken soup into Murong Xuefei. As for those eggs, he also stewed them and planned to eat them carefully.

Murong Xuefei wakes up with the smell of chicken soup.

"I stewed chicken soup." Leng Yihan brought a large bowl of chicken soup to her.

Looking at her wound yesterday, his heart still hurts.

In the future he will double and treat her again and again, regardless of whether she forgives him.

Smelling the fragrant chicken soup, Murong Xuefei also moved her forefinger, and drank a bowl of chicken soup to her face.

"I also stewed the eggs carefully." Leng Yihan brought the stewed mountain eggs again.

Murong Xuefei picked it up carefully and took a spoonful to her mouth, but the little one was very picky. Instead of eating eggs, she kept arching to her chest.

The careful movement made Murong Xuefei flushed, and she looked at Leng Yihan apologetically: "Well, you have to eat it yourself."

Knowing that you need to be careful with milk, cold and cold is a bit uncomfortable, so you can only go out with a bowl.

After Leng Yihan went out, Murong Xuefei reluctantly raised her placket.

Caution can't wait to get over.

Outside, Leng Yihan didn't dare to stand too close, afraid that he could not help but go to the ice water, so he could only eat the stewed eggs that his daughter had abandoned.

Leng Yihan took care of Murong Xuefei carefully every day, and she changed her medicine every night.

Every time he saw her wound, his heart hurt. Fortunately, her wounds are getting better every day.

At night, when their mother and daughter fell asleep, Leng Yihan polished his shaker.

Afraid of being stabbed carefully, every single piece of wood on the shaker was polished extremely smooth.

It took only one night to make this bed, but it took a whole month to polish the bed thoroughly.

One month also means that Murong Xuefei is going to confine.

On this day, Leng Yihan made a table specially to celebrate her confinement, and also to celebrate the full moon with caution.

"I made these for the first time, and you tasted unsuitable." Leng Yihan clipped chopsticks to Murong Xuefei.

In fact, he was a little worried. Before, he used to make stews, either fish stew, chicken stew, or porridge. He did n’t make these stir-fries, and he wasted a lot of ingredients. A few dishes look OK, but I don't know what the taste is?

Murong Xuefei took a sip, didn't say good or bad, but just ate him into her bowl.

Seeing that she had eaten up, Leng Yihan thought that she was doing well, and took a sip, but her face changed greatly.

"I seem to treat sugar as salt, and I'll redo it." Leng Yihan said embarrassedly, and stood up.

Murong Xuefei quickly grabbed him: "Which way is so troublesome, sugar dishes are also very good, you should change your taste."

Leng Yihan's eyes warmed, and he sat down again, but he didn't have a face to give her vegetables.

Murong Xuefei really didn't care. She tried every dish, but her appetite was very small, so she didn't eat much.

After eating, Cold Yihan took the little shaker out.

"You made it?" Murong Xuefei looked at the small shaker in amazement.