PNB Chapter 256 Let the King Come
Chapter 256 Let the King Come
She straightened his head, and her breath sprayed on his handsome face. She said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Xiu Yan, do you want me to chase you again?"
Di Xiuyan smiled and curled his lips, but the words he spoke were extremely cold: "Mu Wanyan, do you think I look like a three-year-old child?"
She shook off her hand and said seriously, "Get up and clean up the house. Do what a maid should do."
Seeing that she didn't move, he added: "You obviously love your cousin in your heart, but now you are lying here to avoid being lazy. This king is ashamed."
Mu Wanyan: "Who said I like my cousin? I obviously only like you."
Di Xiuyan: "This king doesn't like women who lie."
He turned his back but had a smug smile on his face.
She finally realized her mistake. It seems that it was right for me to torture her these two days.
Well, we have to continue to increase our efforts.
When he turned around again, Di Xiuyan had returned to his usual cold and aloof expression.
"Mu Wanyan, get up and clean the house. Don't let me say it a second time."
She: "I sprained my ankle, seriously. It hurts so much, I definitely can't work today."
Seeing that Di Xiuyan still didn't believe it, Mu Wanyan lowered her head and took off her shoes and socks, revealing a small foot as white as jade.
Her skin is delicate and white as snow, and her round little toes look like lotus roots, crystal clear, cute and sexy.
Emperor Xiuyan was so excited that his Adam's apple rolled and his body immediately felt hot.
I thought of some of the bold pictures in the booklet.
Her feet are beautiful, and there are things about them that should be unlocked to be perfect.
Sensing his own loss of composure, Di Xiuyan quickly cleared his throat and scolded, "Mu Wanyan, stop messing around. Put your shoes and socks on quickly."
"How can a girl take off her shoes and socks in front of a man?"
Mu Wanyan was puzzled. "I haven't heard that women from Dafeng Country can't show their feet in front of men. Besides, we have even been married before."
Emperor Xiuyan: "No woman dares to expose her feet in front of me. It is disrespectful."
Mu Wanyan: "I helped you take off your clothes last night. I saw you naked, and I let you see me too. We're even."
He hissed softly, "And I was really hurt. It wasn't intentional."
She slowly stretched out her fair white ankle, and could vaguely see that her foot was slightly swollen, and there was a purple cyanosis showing through her snow-white skin.
But Di Xiuyan didn't dare to look closely, he just turned his face away and said seriously: "I have seen your method several times in the Spring Boudoir Picture."
Pointing at the house, he said, "Go clean up the room. This king cannot stand a mess."
Subconsciously he still felt that she was pretending to be sick.
Mu Wanyan was full of black lines on her face: "Brother, help me straighten my bones. After that, I will jump up and help you work like a cow or a horse."
"They kept going non-stop without even taking a break."
"Please, help me now."
He had been marching and fighting for many years, and Mu Wanyan knew that it would be easy for him to help people reposition their ankles.
However, Di Xiuyan was reluctant to turn back, only using the excuse that she was pretending to be sick, but in fact his handsome face was already red.
He even felt that Mu Wanyan was deliberately seducing him again.
At this moment, Di Jintong and a tall and handsome young man walked into the tent together.
The young man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and at first glance he looked upright, dignified, and courageous.
He is the deputy general of Emperor Xiuyan Xuanwu's military camp, named Meng Xiao. Although he looks lively now, he is actually dead in real life.
But Di Jintong didn't care at all. Instead, she felt that Meng Xiao was honest and simple, and there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity about him, which made her want to explore more.
In just two days, the two became quite close.
Meng Xiao also seemed to obey Di Jintong's orders. Although he had been fighting on the battlefield for many years, he was intimidating without getting angry. However, he voluntarily followed behind Di Jintong as a follower.
His face was full of tenderness, as if he could only see Di Jintong in his eyes.
Di Xiuyan: "Jintong, what are you doing in my military camp? Isn't it enough to have Meng Xiao flying kites with you?"
For some reason, Di Xiuyan in the Soul-Lining Dream has been trying to bring Meng Xiao and his sister together.
When Di Jintong saw Di Xiuyan, she immediately took his arm affectionately and said, "Brother, I want you and sister-in-law... ahem, I want you and sister Wanyan to go horseback riding with us."
"I haven't seen my brother riding a horse for a long time. I want to see how handsome he is on horseback."
Turning around and seeing Mu Wanyan sitting on the ground, Di Jintong asked in surprise: "Sister Wanyan, why are you sitting on the ground?"
Seeing her swollen instep, he asked in panic, "Did you sprain your ankle?"
Mu Wanyan nodded heavily, "Yes, my ankle is injured."
He added through gritted teeth, "But your resentful brother didn't believe me and insisted that I was faking illness to seduce him."
Di Jintong looked at Mu Wanyan's bruises, then turned to look at her brother, and suddenly frowned.
He leaned close to Mu Wanyan's ear and lowered his voice, "You told me this morning that my brother is a pervert, but I didn't believe it..."
Mu Wanyan: "Do you believe it this time?"
Di Jintong nodded, "Not just a little bit."
Di Xiuyan on the side: "..."
These two silly women are singing the same tune. Don't think he can't hear them just because their voices are so soft.
He was at the tenth level of martial arts, and he heard every word they cursed at him just now.
Di Jintong looked at Mu Wanyan's injury, then shouted to Meng Xiao at the door: "Meng Xiao, come in quickly. Sister Wanyan's ankle is sprained, help her straighten the bone."
He glanced at Di Xiuyan who was not far away and said sarcastically, "My brother is of noble status and is unwilling to condescend to help others."
Meng Xiao heard Di Jintong's shout and ran in immediately. But when he found that he was about to touch the feet of other women, he immediately hesitated and began to feel embarrassed.
Seeing this, Di Jintong scolded, "What are you standing there for? Why don't you do something?"
Meng Xiao rubbed his hands and took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, "Okay, I'll listen to you, Miss."
He bowed to Mu Wanyan again, "Miss Wanyan, I am sorry for being rude."
Finally, he remembered that his master was still in the house, so he hurried to Di Xiuyan.
He bowed deeply and asked, "Your Majesty, shall I...should I help her?"
Emperor Xiuyan: “…”
Di Jintong: "..."
Mu Wanyan: “!!!”
She struggled to get up, thinking it was a sin. It was better to rely on herself than on others. None of the men in Lihun's dream were reliable.
"Jintong, help me find the camp doctor. Men are all cold-blooded."
Di Jintong: “Yes!”
It was at this moment that Di Xiuyan finally noticed Mu Wanyan's instep, which was bruised and swollen.
It looked like she really had sprained her ankle and she wasn't faking illness.
A condescending voice sounded: "Wait, who said men are cold-blooded?"
Di Xiuyan, the Shura, finally spoke up: "Sit there and don't move. It's just a bone straightening. Why bother the camp doctor?"
Just as he was about to stand up, he saw Meng Xiao had already taken a step ahead of him and quickly came to Mu Wanyan.
"Miss Wanyan, I'll help you. The master just said that he agreed."
Meng Xiao took out a handkerchief and was about to put it on Mu Wanyan's instep when he heard an angry voice coming from the room: "Get out!"
Di Xiuyan: "Just try to touch Mu Wanyan if you dare!"
Di Jintong: "Brother, I am also a human being, how can you just watch me die without--" Save?
Di Xiuyan: "Let me do it."
He stood up from the armchair and strode to Mu Wanyan. He bent down and gently picked up Mu Wanyan's white feet.