Moreover, Wu Zhi found that when he was holding Zhao Fuzi, Fujiwara Akiko was standing beside him, with a more or less teasing look in his bright eyes.
This expression made Wu Zhi feel a little uncomfortable.
Hum hum, little one, do you want to see me make a fool of myself?
While speaking, Wu Zhi's hand gently covered Zhao Fuxian's round and elastic buttocks.
Yeah, don’t say it.
This princess looks lively and lovely, with a slender figure. Unexpectedly, the beautiful palace behind is extremely elastic and plump.
The center of Wu Zhi's hot palm gently pressed against it.
Just for a moment, the person in my arms was like an electric shock!
"Hmm~~"
While trembling slightly, Zhao Fuzhen, who fell into coma due to high fever, uttered a strange word from her two thin lips.
The fragrance of Zhao Fuxi sprayed on Wu Zhi's ears, and he felt as if his ears were about to catch fire!
Wu Zhi quickly controlled his mind.
While holding Zhao Fushi, the hot Qi in her body slowly penetrated into her blood through Zhao Fushi's pores opened by the heat.
At the same time, his right hand sucked out the toxins in Zhao Fuxi's blood bit by bit.
The whole process is actually not long, but it is not only for Wu Zhi, but also for Fujiwara Shoko and Liang Hongyu around him.
There is a feeling like a world away.
Needless to say, Liang Hongyu, a little girl of her age has naturally never seen such a beautiful scene.
Although Fujiwara Shoko appeared calm on the surface, in fact, it felt like a bottle had been knocked over in his heart.
This bottle contains many emotions that are hard to see and touch, but can affect her body and inner feelings.
Although she is the emperor's empress, she has always maintained the purest body because of her special status.
This is also a necessary condition for her to become an onmyoji.
In fact, for both Emperor Toba and the old emperor, Fujiwara Shoko was just a tool.
She represents a symbol of power.
Just like the fruit sacrifices on the altar, although they look gorgeous, no one will reach out to touch them with dirty hands to contaminate them.
For Fujiwara Shoko personally, the meaning of her existence in this world is to revitalize her family.
All this time, Fujiwara Shoko has never really felt what it is like to be alive.
Due to her special status and her practice of Yin and Yang Taoism, she is almost isolated from the world.
Those worldly things generally cannot enter her eyes.
Although Fujiwara Shoko was able to sketch some pictures through books.
But seeing it with her own eyes, the sense of criticism it brought has always affected her, as if it had penetrated into the heart of a little deer.
Let's talk about Zhao Fuzi, who was being treated by Wu Zhi. Her hands were slowly stretching out like vines.
Wrapped around Wu Zhi's neck.
I don’t know if it’s because of nature, or if it’s just to facilitate Wu Zhi’s treatment.
She was in a trance, her whole body hanging on Wu Zhi's body.
Those slender legs, like two hooks, hooked Wu Zhi's strong waist on the left and right at some point.
In the underground cave, the whispering sounds rippled.
Although the two of them didn't do anything, they looked at each other with infinite temptation in the eyes of the two people next to them.
Little Hongyu had already turned around and ran to the side.
After all, she was young and couldn't bear these scenes.
Fujiwara Shoko pretended to be calm, but only she knew how many turbulent undercurrents there were under the calm water.
When Wu Zhi let go of his hand, Zhao Fushi looked as if she had been fished out of the water, covered in sweat.
She opened her hazy eyes and looked around blankly.
Soon, he slowly raised his eyes and saw Wu Zhi's handsome face.