My Empress is My Bad Girl

Between the couple, biting one by one, and poisoning his wound, it sounds appalling enough.

But in the hearts of Baoxing and Tsing Yi, this is nothing.

As long as you don't want to die, how the Queen Mother toss is reasonable.

Yun Dai was awakened from starvation.

Open your eyes and look outside, the sun is in the middle, it's already midday.

She was pulled back by Zhao Yuanjing in the morning.

Only thunder in the belly.

She sat up and saw Zhao Yuanjing still sleeping peacefully.

The room was warm, and he only put a corner of the blanket around his waist, exposing his entire upper body.

His figure is too good.

Yun Dai touched him for a while, only to find that he had bandaged the wound on his shoulder.

"It's done faster."

Yun Dai curled her lips, stepped over him cautiously, got out of bed, and went out to find Tsing Yi to eat.

Tsing Yi was sitting under the porch doing needlework, and Bao Xing was playing a sword, sweating profusely.

His martial arts have improved a lot over the years.

In addition to protecting his master, he persisted in martial arts training, but also to maintain his physical strength. After all, he is already an eunuch, and if he doesn't practice hard, his physical strength can't be compared with a normal man.

The current Baoxing, if he ignores his overly smooth skin and chin, is no different from a normal man.

Tall, Kong Wu is powerful.

When traveling abroad, he was not less favored by women.

What a girl of twenty-eight Fanghua, a little widow in her twenties, an old girl in her thirty unmarried.

Whether in the palace or outside the palace, Baoxing's peach blossoms have always flourished.

However, he has gone through thousands of sails.

In his heart, there will always be a place for Yuzhu, and there can be no other women.

What's more, his physical condition will never allow him to delay another woman.

Although he has not yet become a monk, he has already felt as though he has stopped.

Compared with the monk Han Yu, who is full of red dust, they are completely two extremes.

Yun Dai was draped in her hair and too lazy to comb it, wrapped in a floral coat, carrying a fragrant minced meat porridge, sitting at the door, looking at the needlework of Tsing Yi for a while, and the Baoxing Dance Sword for a while.

Quiet and leisurely.

She took a sip of porridge and sighed, "It's so comfortable. I want to stop the day."

Tsing Yi smiled and bit the thread, raised the embroidered stretch, and gestured toward her: "This color is not bad, does the master like it?"

Yun Dai looked down and asked, "What is this?"

"Dudou. I think some of the things that the master often wears are old. I'll embroider some new ones for you."

"The old clothes are comfortable. Don't bother to do this." Yun Dai scolded, "Are you still a little girl? Forgot how red bean's eyes were broken before?"

"I only do this kind of work, and I can't break my eyes."

"I can't wear it either." Yun Dai smiled, "I can't wear such a good thing at first sight. It's a waste."

Tsing Yi suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but red eyes, and slowly lowered his head.

Yun Dai was about to speak when she suddenly heard a yelling voice outside.

"sister-"

"Sister, I'm here!"

"Sister, sister, where are you?"

Upon hearing this bluffing sound, Yundai suddenly had a headache.

In this world, no one would dare to do this in front of her, except for Xiao Ziliang's hopeless bastard.

She held the bowl and said nothing.

After a while, Xiao Ziliang staggered in and saw Yun Dai, his knees softened, he knelt on the spot and cried, "Sister, are you really back? I thought I would never see you again!"