Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

Nangong Yi stood up and walked out of the couch. His chest was smooth, his waist was long and his legs were bright, and his muscles were as bright as flowers. The old and new scars all over his body not only did not obliterate his beauty, but actually added to his beauty. Showing a bit of a man's strong domineering attitude.

Even though they are both men, even though they face each other all day long, chasing the wind and the moon, they are still shocked by the master's extraordinary grace, and there is a look of amazement in their eyes.

However

The moment the master turned around, both of them almost jumped up as if struck by lightning. They couldn't even maintain the calmness that a dead soldier should have!

What's going on?

Why are there a few extra streaks of yellow on the master's jade-colored back? It's just an extra, but why do those yellows form a word----

"master……"

Zhui Feng hesitated to speak, and his expressions were colorful.

Nangong Yi sat firmly in the bathtub, raised his eyes, looked at the two guards with strange faces, and realized something was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

"Your back..."

Zhuifeng didn't know how to describe what happened, and was speechless for a moment.

Back?

Nangong Yi subconsciously stretched out his hand and touched the longest scar on his back. The scar was very deep and long. It was caused by being chopped off with a knife at an angle. The wound was terrifying and hideous, but it had been stitched up by someone. That person I keep giving him medicine every day and he is almost healed!

"There is a word!"

Zhui Feng finally finished what he said, then he lowered his head and stared at his toes, not daring to look at his master's expression.

Nangong Yi paused!

Will there be writing on his back?

Who would dare to write on his back?

……seem

There is such a person who dares!

The man gritted his teeth.

No wonder she was willing to give him the medicine obediently, or that she was coerced by him and had to give in. Every time he saw her forbearing little face, he felt a little guilty in his heart. It turned out that it was the ghost girl. They are waiting for him here!

"Bring me a mirror!"

The voice could no longer calm down. He was sure that the words on the back were definitely not good words.

Zhui Feng exited and came back soon, holding a mirror in each hand and giving one to Zhui Yue.

The two guards came forward, holding mirrors, and stood by the tub one behind the other, trying their best to keep their faces calm.

The man raised his eyes in the mist and looked at the mirror in front of him.

Suddenly, the expression on his handsome face became chapped. Looking at the arrogant and violent characters in the mirror, the corners of his mouth twitched...

----cheap!

The crooked big characters crossed his scar and occupied half of his back wantonly. The yellow color that was close to his skin color was particularly dazzling against his jade-colored skin!

Nangong Yishui was confused, and he had the urge to strangle her to death himself. He seemed to see her sly smile after she succeeded, sticking out her tongue, putting her hands by her ears, and slapping her like she did when she first escaped from him. Ah, fan...

"Go, send someone to find out where she is?"

The man turned away his eyes and squeezed out a few words through his teeth. He could no longer look directly at the words in the mirror.

"Master, can you bring her back?"

"No need."

The man said in a conspiratorial manner: "If I find her, I will visit her personally!"

As for the person who was about to be visited, he was unknowingly waiting in Xu Ji's clothing store, waiting patiently for his sister to figure out the embroidery stitches. During the boring intervals, he passed the time by looking at the brocade clothes in the store. .

As he was watching boredly, he suddenly heard the attentive and flattering voice of the waiter in the shop: "Hey! Miss Third, you are here!"