Ningshu smelled a stink and smell like fragrance from Xieyuan. It was very strange. Ningshu had smelled it before entering the room.

I didn't expect that it would be corpse oil. Just when it was pressed on Xie Yiyuan, the smell became stronger.

When Xie Weiming heard the corpse oil, his face was very ugly. He asked in a low voice, "is it someone who deliberately wants to harm him?"

Ning Shu said lightly, "corpse oil is the oil refined by corpses. It's very cloudy for the dead. It's easier to have an accident if you put it on."

Xie Weiming frowned tightly and looked at the unknown thanks on the bed. His eyes were very sharp.

Xie Weiming let his servant boil calamus water and bathed Xie Yiyuan.

Ning Shu sat on the sofa, saw Xie Weiming coming over, and said, "I don't have a place to live. Let me arrange a room beside your son's room. If there is anything, I will fly into the sideburns obliquely. The stars and eyes are beautiful, the eyes are bright, and the eyebrows are like ink paintings.

It's natural in appearance, full of romantic, beautiful in appearance, and just like a man coming out of the painting. After thousands of years of time, it seems that he has the elegant demeanor of a talented man in the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

His red clothes were like fire, which made him more unruly.

Ning Shu squinted, feeling that his eyes would be burned by his red clothes.

This man is Fengyin. Every move is romantic. Every word is elegant.

It's unique.