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date="2020-11-25"

title="196|196"

weight="107838"

series = ["The Way of Favors"]

mode = "manual"

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As the autumn season grew stronger, Xu Jin's wounds were completely scabs, and he usually felt fine when he touched them down.

This also means that he can act freely.

Xu Jin happily moved back to the lotus yard, because he couldn't take a bath yet, he asked Fu Rong to wipe his back at night.

When he wiped the front, Fu Rong would still be embarrassed. When it came to the back, facing the scab on the buttocks of Lord Su's daughter, Fu Rong smiled and endured hard, his arms trembling when he wiped. Xu Jin is not a fool. Of course he knows what his wife is thinking, but it has been more than half a month that Fu Rong helped him with medicine. His face had long been practiced. After wiping, he picked up Fu Rong and threw it on the bed. "Show me another smile?"

While talking, undress her.

The couple haven't made each other for more than a month. In fact, Xu Jin was able to move drastically a few days ago, but it happened to catch up with Fu Rongyue's incident, and it was delayed for a few more days. At this moment, he could finally relieve his greed, and Fu Rong felt itchy in his heart. When Xu Jin threw out the clothes of the two of them, and he arbitrarily tasted her, Fu Rong obeyed his heart and hugged him on the back.

Xu Jin's body is strong, his muscles are strong and tight, and he feels comfortable to touch.

When he was dazzled, his hand touched the scab on his body.

The touch is a bit strange, but there is also a different kind of fun, Fu Rong can't help but hang around there.

Xu Jin noticed it, frowned for a while, and slowly realized that she seemed to be endless to the touch, and couldn't help pressing her hands on both sides.

He couldn't move his hands, and he still had his feet. Fu Rong lifted his legs unconsciously, and touched his scabs lightly with his toes. He didn't know the man's dislike of it. He closed his eyes and asked thoughtfully: "The lord hurts. ?"

Xu Jin didn't hurt, he was angry, and he didn't want to let her know his awkwardness, so he turned the person over and came from behind.

Fu Rong couldn't touch him anyway, so he could only bear it obediently.

After tossing in the middle of the night, the two embraced and fell on the bed.

Xu Jin hugged her calmly, and couldn't help rubbing her back.

Fu Rong touched him too, and slipped his hand to where he was injured.

Xu Jin stiffened. She hadn't liked it before, at most she touched his waist.

He fished her hand up and asked her to touch his arm.

Fu Rong rubbed his chest, then touched the scab again.

Xu Jin finally couldn't help it, lowered his head and asked her: "What's there to touch?"

Fu Rong was stunned for a while before he understood the meaning of his words, and he laughed unexpectedly and strangely: "I don't know, it's just fun."

Xu Jin pulled her hand back, pressed her chest and said, "Don't touch it, itchy." Itchy indeed.

Fu Rong obediently said "Oh".

But after getting along at night, Fu Rong couldn't help but touch him. Xu Jin didn't want to worry about such small things again and again, so he always let her turn her back to herself, and toss her until she fell asleep, get up early the next day and put on clothes to minimize the chance of touching her.

Raising it, the scabs began to fall.

Xu Jin was secretly happy. When he went to the Gongfang, he would try to remove the loose scabs. Some of them were not completely loosened. It was a little painful when they were pulled, but as long as they did not involve a large part, Xu Jin would be cruel. Go down.

Fu Rong applied the scar removal ointment to him this day, and found that there was bleeding in a place, frowned, and whispered at him: "Master, don't pick it by yourself. What should I do if I leave the scar? The pit on my forehead was the chickenpox. I just stayed, and I will never get better in this life."

Xu Jin did not dare to look back at her.

At that time, Fu Rong was in his eyes, but the only woman he could touch was that he married a woman who would help him solve some problems. He didn't like her very much, so he didn't care about her thoughts, so he secretly picked up her acne. After going down, she will look very upset and squeamish in the future. If the two of them were so good in the previous life, knowing that she cares so much about the pit on her forehead, and doing it again, he would definitely not do that kind of thing again.

Fortunately, she had no doubts.

He didn't say a word, and Fu Rong thought he didn't care. He curled his lips and asked while applying the ointment: "Would the prince listen to me?"

Xu Jin coughed, and said dullly, "No one sees it, so what about scars." He wouldn't make a fuss about a pit.

Fu Rong poked him: "I can see it. I like that the prince is fine all over his body. It is too ugly to have scars." After seeing Zhen, he wanted to reach out and touch the most obvious piece of his father's right hip. With the lychee scabs so big, Fu Rong quickly removed his little hand and seriously warned: "Zhen is not allowed to pick it up, Daddy hurts."

Zhen said, "Ah", with his little head lying on his father's waist, his big eyes still staring at the black patch on his father's ass, not knowing why my mother likes to come and go at that point, but she refused to let him touch it.

The two mothers stared at him. Xu Jin couldn't bear it no matter how thick-skinned he was. He turned around and called his son: "Come here, Zhen, your mother is giving me medicine. Don't make trouble."

Zhen likes watching his mother do things the most. Hearing his father’s voice, he is still lying on his father’s waist, and his little hand gently presses the position above his father’s injury. It is enough not to make his mother angry. As for father, Just pretend not to hear.

When his son was so old, he dared to disobey his prince and father. Fu Rong put the ointment on his hand and made a gesture to wipe his face.

Zhen is accustomed to applying facial cream to him by his mother, and he waited obediently with a grin.

Little fool.

Fu Rong bowed his head and kissed his son, and continued to apply medicine to Xu Jin.

Zhen looked at the box his mother had put aside, and stretched out his hand to wipe something by himself. He hadn't touched it yet, and someone grabbed one of his legs and pulled him to the bedside.

"Didn't you hear me calling you?" Xu Jin clamped his son under his armpit, and it was useless to stretch his arms and kick his legs. Zhen likes to play around with his father, giggling, and when he gets tired and falls asleep, he struggles to escape from under his father's arm and turns to crawl towards his mother. Of course Xu Jin was pretending to be asleep, deliberately let Zhen crawl halfway, and then catch him back.

Father and son enjoyed themselves endlessly.

Fu Rong finished taking the medicine and put on pants for Xu Jin. Seeing the two of them having trouble, suddenly felt that Xu Jin was also well closed at home. How can he play with his son like this? After packing things, Fu Rong and Xu Jin sat on the head and foot of the bed separately, coaxing Zhen to come and go crawling.

By the time Xu Jin's daughter's buttocks were completely refined or even smoother before, it was already late autumn.

Every year from the end of autumn to the beginning of spring, it is the time when the elderly are most prone to accidents.

In Zhaoning Palace, Concubine Shu has been serving her since she was a boudoir girl, and Aunt Li, who has been with Concubine Shu for almost 30 years, is about to die. Since the chrysanthemum musk mud incident happened, her body has collapsed, and the decoction has continued throughout the year. After the fall of this year, a wind chill completely collapsed.

Cen Gonggong walked into the inner room with his waist down, and said to Concubine Shu, who was staring at a pot of chrysanthemums: "Manny, Aunt Li...she wants to invite my mother over, and finally I will say a few words to you."

Concubine Shu continued to sit for a while before nodding.

Father Cen served her personally, put on a cloak, and moved to Aunt Li's yard.