"Yeah!" Yu Wuqing nodded.

He reached out and picked up the teapot. Fengyun poured a glass of water lightly and came to the bed. Looking at Yu Wuqing's face like snow, her eyes were clear and she sat down and said, "Would you like me to feed you! Or should you drink it yourself?"

Yu Wuqing's face turned red, her bloodless face dyed a layer of blush, her long eyelashes covered her eyes, and she shook her head: "I'll do it myself!"

"Yeah!" Feng Yun nodded gently, put the quilt in his hand into his hand, ignoring whether his lying body could move, he walked to the cabinet, reached out to take out a set of clothes, looked at Ye Buju Yu Wuqing, and walked into the screen.

Behind the screen was a large bathtub, filled with clear water, and various petals floated on the water, waving the fragrance. He threw the bloody clothes on his body, and Fengyun buried his body in the water. His long hair spread out and buried his head directly.

The cold water moistened every inch of the skin around her body. After a long time, Fengyun raised his head lightly, sat cross-legged in the water, closed his hands together, slowly closed his eyes, and slowly activated the inner breath of the dantian.

The inner breath slowly flows from the depths of the dantian to the limbs and bones. Then from the four dantians, it slowly condenses the dantian. Every step is extremely difficult. Every pore in the body seems to be blocked, and there are large drops of sweat on the forehead. The sweat leaching from the body is quickly covered in water and dissolved in the same place with water.

In less than a stick of incense, steaming water vapor spread out from the bucket, and the whole room was filled with smoke.

An hour later, Fengyun opened his eyes suddenly and came out of the water. A small face that was originally pale was shining with a faint blush. Through the swelling mist, he looked up at the screen. Yu Wuqing still maintained the original appearance of holding a cup. He didn't drink a drop of water in the cup, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, put on his clothes, and walked out barefoot.

The ruthless handsome face was still slightly dyed with a slight fluffy red color. The ice-colored face seemed to be a layer of red glow. She lay weakly there, and now she looked like a fragile flower.

He looked down at him still wearing Chu Zhaoyan's gorgeous robe, and a large patch of blood stains came over. Feng Yunqing was stunned and hurried over, reaching out and pulling open his clothes. He saw that many wounds were cracked.

He frowned slightly. It seemed that Zhuzhu's dead woman did not care about her good deeds at all. She must have acted too much when she picked up and put them down, and her body, which had already stopped the blood but had not bandaged, had cracked.

Looking at Yu Wuqing again, Feng Yunqing frowned even more. This guy is indeed not a human being. He is like this and doesn't even shout pain. Does he think he is a body that is stubborn?

Just as I was about to reach out to hug him and wash my body, there was another urgent footsteps outside the door. In a blink of an eye, I walked to the door, and the door was suddenly pushed open, and an anxious voice was spoken at the same time: "Miss, it's not good! Little..."

The voice suddenly stopped. Lan'er looked at Yu Wuqing, who was naked on the bed, covered in blood, and her little face turned pale. She looked at Feng Yunqing standing in front of the bed, and seemed to be stupid.

Fengyun picked up the cup and covered it with Yu Wuqing's body as if nothing had happened, looked back at Lan'er, and said dissatisfiedly: "Where have you gone? What's worth yelling at?"

"Little... Miss... He is... Yu Wuqing..." Lan'er looked at Yu Wuqing's face, pushed open the door and seemed to turn into a statue, and pointed at Yu Wuqing on the bed, looking at Fengyun's gentle words.

"Miss, are you going? If you don't go yet, your husband Yue who is on your heart will be snatched away." Lan'er's forehead was sore that she frowned and looked at her.

"Why not go? You also said that Young Master Banyue is my heart, right?" Feng Yunqing stretched out his hand, took the powder box, and started to puff powder on her face. Her technique was very proficient and skillful. In just a moment, she changed her face.

Every time Fengyun was dissatisfied, Lan'er looked at her with wide eyes. After watching for several years, she still couldn't figure out why a box of pink turned that good face into something else. It was clear that Qingshui Furong was looking at it now, but she was very vulgar.

"Miss, why do you always look good on your face? You just go out like that and shake Miss Liu and Miss, so that they can know that you are the number one beauty." Lan'er looked at Fengyun Qing in dissatisfaction with her powder.

"I am the second! There is an unknown young man in front of me!" Feng Yunqing stretched out his hand to tidy up his clothes and reminded Lan'er.

"That's a man, not counting! In short, the lady is the number one beauty among women in the world. She is called ugly and unsalted every day, but you still do this..." Lan'er remembered the suitors that Feng Qingyan hugged her. When she went out, she looked at her lady. As soon as she went out, she retreated and had to steal the man, so she felt sorry for her lady. Her lady is much more beautiful than the eldest lady. Those people's eyes are blind and they can't see the lady better. Even Mr. Wenchu ​​is also.

"Can the world's number one beauty be a meal?" Feng Yun raised his eyebrows and looked at Lan'er: "What you should worry about is how to practice martial arts and defeat Midye, and how to find ways to grasp Midye's heart. It's not chirping every day, like a sparrow."

"Miss..." Lan'er curled her lips and stared at Feng Yunqing in dissatisfaction: "Why are you pulling me back? If you don't go, Young Master Banyue should really be taken to Liu's Mansion."

"Okay! Okay! Little sparrow!" Feng Yun waved his hand lightly, wishing to cover his ears with cotton, walked towards the window, took two steps, and told Lan'er: "Go and find someone to change the big wooden barrel behind the screen to fill with clear water."

"Miss..." Lan'er was so anxious that she was about to stamp her feet: "Young Master Banyue, you finally got it into the Tibetan Pavilion! How could it be so cheap in the Liu Mansion? Even if Young Master Banyue molested Miss Liu, she saw that Miss Liu was not a good woman. She must have seduced Young Master Banyue first."

This sentence is a brainy sentence. Fengyun nodded gently: "Why don't you go get water quickly! Do you want to regret how many days you stay in the cliff?"

Before she finished speaking, Lan'er's body disappeared. Feng Yunqing curled her lips and lowered her head. She looked at Yu Wuqing who seemed to be sleeping well, her lips were white and a little dry. She reached out to remove the cup from Yu Wuqing's hand, and Yu Wuqing woke up. When she saw Feng Yunqing's face, she seemed to be stunned, and then she seemed to remember something again, without saying anything, just looking at her.

Fengyun looked down on him without explaining, and said, "What you can't do is not, don't force anything. Like you, you can't drink water by yourself, but you just say you can, but you will suffer in the end."
Chapter completed!