Chapter 29: I don’t know what to say.

Xiao Yuan woke up the next day and wanted to die directly.
I don't mention that the muscles in my body are sore, and the pain in the abdomen, back and throat is enough for Xiao Yu to get it.
Xiao Yuan snorted his neck and his voice was like a wooden board dragging on the sand. He was hoarse and ugly. He slammed his hand and opened his clothes. The abdomen was bruised, black and purple, and shocking.
Hearing the sound, Luhe Qing gradually became awake, and saw Xiao Yu'an look like this, and his eyes flashed a little.
"It’s the same fight, don’t you hurt?
Xiao Yu’an was indignant.
Is there a scar on my neck?

Luohe nodded.
Xiao Yuan sighed: "What can I do? If I are seen, I will question you."
I didn't think that Xiao Yu'an was hurt by himself, but he still thought about himself. Hehe was shocked.
"But now it's winter, it's much more to wear, and it should be no problem to cover it." Xiao Yuan said to himself, and he did not find that his eyes had changed.
"Right." Xiao Yuan propped himself to look at Luohe Qing. "Is your hand okay?"
Luohe clear: "Hand?"
Xiao Yu'an grasped the wrist of Luhe Qing and pulled it closer. The place where he bites yesterday is no longer bleeding, only the deep tooth print.
Don't leave scars on these hands!
Also to be in harmony with the Princess of Yongning!
Also be boasted by your various sizes of wife!
Oh, but to tell the truth, it’s really good-looking. This is slender, this is a day, and this section is distinct.
Xiao Yu'an was watching intently, and Luhe Qing suddenly pulled back his hand, his brows were slightly stunned and his expression was awkward.
"Ah..." Xiao Yu'an stunned, then licked his neck and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I don't have a good Longyang."
Probably, maybe, should, no.
Luohe cleared his lips slightly and looked at Xiao Yu'an, who seemed to want to explain something, but did not say it.
The sky is twilight, and the sound of the door is heard outside the palace. It is the red sleeve: "The emperor, the slave is waiting for you to wash the morning."
Xiao Yuan quickly pulled up the quilt and wrapped it around his neck and below.
The red sleeves came in with a copper-colored water basin. When I saw Xiao Yu'an, I looked at the messy bed and couldn't help but stunned.
Xiao Yu Ansheng was afraid that she would see what clues, and quickly said: "Red sleeves, you first take the Weihe River back to Jingyang Palace."
The red sleeves are put down in the basin and stuttered: "Follow, follow."
Seeing that the two left, Xiao Yuan sucked the cold air to relieve the pain, and found a dress that could cover the neck, and washed himself.
The red sleeves came back, and Xiao Yu’an was put on his robe, and he looked like a word.
Xiao Yu'an is nervous: "What's wrong?"
Red sleeves for his belt, a lip, and a look: "Imperial! I understand!"
You know what! I don't understand! Make it clear!
The red-sleeved anger is born from the heart: "Since you don't have that meaning to him, is it forced by him!"
"..."
Xiao Yu'an patted his chest and eased his breath. He felt that the internal injuries of yesterday were now faint.
Forget it, misunderstanding into such a thing is better than explanation to explain it, but also worried that Qihe Qing attempted to persecute himself.
Xiao Yu'an clenched his fist against the lips and coughed softly. "Cough, not forced, just last night, the moon is thick, and the bed is shared. If you are not careful... this is an accident, but it is only part of the attack. I really don't have him. interest."
Red sleeves grief: "You have never done that party in the emperor. In order to attack the mind, you are too sacrificed. You, this, this is really... oh."
Xiao Yu'an was shouted with a sorrowful scream.
The red sleeve is still sighing: "The emperor, the slave will give you some plaster.

Xiao Yu'an is inexplicable: "What ointment?"
Red sleeves bowed: "It's used there."
Xiao Yu'an still doesn't understand: "What? Where?"
Red sleeves are anxious: "Where!"
Xiao Yu’an reacted eloquently and asked Heaven without a word:
...the plaster is not needed, there is no running scorpion...the scorpion is really hurt...

Seeing the red sleeves and getting up to go to the Taiji Temple, Xiao Yuan also said: "Take a little more ointment to cure the scars."
Red sleeve doubts: "Treatment of scars?"
"Well, I accidentally bit him yesterday."
"...the emperor you..."
"I really don't like him, don't look at me with this kind of vision..."
In the fifth year of serving the king, the red sleeve suddenly found that the emperor was a bit guilty.