Chapter 1687： Noble (3)

Chapter 1687: Your Price (3)

This taste is similar to the feeling of Xia Ling by Sima Yi, similar to Luo Yannan of the last world.

Instinctively repelled, Xia Ling frowned briefly, then let go again.

"There is nothing good in the backcountry here. This bowl looks worn out, but I carefully cleaned it, and the water is clean, Yan'er rest assured." Sima Yi persuaded.

He took Xia Ling's eyebrows as a dislike of the wooden bowl, and Xia Ling didn't explain, just nodded, drank the water, and was supported by Sima Yi, and lay back on the bed.

This bed is also worn, with a touch of tide.

Before Xia Ling came, Feng Yan covered her with clothing from her bag, separating the bedding.

Now she lay back, Sima Yi's eyes moved from her to her ankles, and a flush of redness appeared on Qing Jun's face.

"Yan'er, I bought herbal medicine from Dr. You Fang, and now no one around me, I can only ... offend."

He sat over and raised his hand to shake Xia Ling's feet.

Xia Ling instinctively pulled his foot back, and Sima Yi shook his hand.

Taking off socks and applying medicine and kneading the ankle is such an intimate action that only the husband did to the woman in the boudoir.

Xia Ling didn't want to be close to Sima Yi, and he was surrounded by his breath. They all felt that there were tiny goose bumps rising from her arm.

And touch the feet ...

Xia Ling watched Sima Yi's hand pass by, and there was a sudden cold behind him, extremely repelling.

"Let me do it here." Xia Ling looked at Sima Yi.

Withdrawing his empty hand, looking at Xia Ling, Sima was really embarrassed.

Xia Ling smiled. "I also learned some orthopedics with the military doctor at the frontier. Shiro left the herbs. I knead it myself and I will be fine tomorrow."

——This is an explanation for her movement.

"Okay, then I'll go out first."

Sima Yi has been in the royal family for so many years, looking at his face thin, but after all, it is not so unreasonable on the surface.

With a smile, he put down the herbs and just got up and went out of the room.

"It's time to eat, Yan, I asked the next lady to prepare lunch for us. I just went to see if you had anything at home and called me aloud, I can hear you."

Seeing how much Sima Yi can talk about, every word is concerned about Xia Ling, if not knowing the end of Feng Yan in the previous life, knowing the warmth and coldness of the main god.

See Sima Yi now, really a good man who can trust his life!

Xia Ling smiled as Sima Yi left.

When he couldn't hear his footsteps outside, he smiled, and Xia Ling looked up out of the shabby window.

Outside is a leafy ginkgo tree. The wind blows, the leaves sizzle, and the original steps on the tree are covered. If it was not for Xia Linger's eyesight, it would really be deceived.

"Feng Er, come out."

Xia Ling lowered her voice and shouted out the window.

Her tone was firm, like she knew Feng Er was in the tree and guarding her in the room.

Hesitated, Feng Er didn't move, he calmed down even more.

Something suddenly came out of the thatched house without a head, straight in the direction of his feet.

He fell on the trunk and landed on the ground. Feng Er drew his eyes and found that it was an embroidered shoe that fell to the ground.

This shoe ... is naturally Feng Yan's shoe.

She smashed her shoes and hurt her foot, so she couldn't come out to pick it up.

"Come in, help me bring my shoes in."

The woman's slightly delicate tone came from the thatched house.

Feng Er hesitated for a while, then jumped down from the tree, quickly picked up the blue embroidered shoes, his cold face was a little hot, and turned over into the thatched house.

(End of this chapter)