Chapter 1687 Concubine (3)
This taste and Sima Lian's feeling to Xia Ling are similar to Luo Yannan in the previous world.
Instinctively repelling, Xia Ling frowned for a moment, then let go.
"There is nothing good here in the backcountry. This bowl looks old, but I cleaned it carefully and the water is clean. Don't worry, Yan'er." Sima Li persuaded.
He took Xia Ling's frowning as a dislike for the wooden bowl, Xia Ling didn't explain, just nodded, drank the water, and was supported by Sima Yan, and lay back on the bed.
The bed was also worn out, with a faint damp smell.
Before Xia Ling came, Feng Yan used the clothes in the bag to spread under her body to separate the bedding.
Now that she was lying back, Sima Yan's eyes shifted from her body to her ankles, and a blush appeared on Qingjun's face again.
"Yan'er, I bought herbal medicine from Dr. You Fang, and now there is no one around to serve me, so I can only...offend."
He sat down and raised his hand to hold Xia Ling's foot.
Xia Ling instinctively withdrew his foot, and Sima Li shook his hand.
Intimate actions such as taking off socks, applying medicine, and kneading ankles have always been done by husbands to women in the boudoir.
Xia Ling didn't want to get close to Sima Lian, being surrounded by his breath, she felt tiny goosebumps rising from her arms.
And touching feet...
Xia Ling watched Sima Li's hand pass by, and there was a sudden coldness behind him, extremely repulsive.
"Leave it here and I'll do it myself." Xia Ling looked at Sima Yan.
Withdrawing his empty hand and looking at Xia Ling, Sima Zhao was really embarrassed.
Xia Ling smiled, "I also learned some bone-setting skills from the military doctor in the frontier. Shiro left the herbs, and I knead them myself. It will be fine tomorrow."
——This is an explanation for her actions just now.
"Okay, then I'll go out first."
Sima Zhao has been in the royal family for so many years, and he looks thin-faced, but after all, he is not as unreasonable and sophisticated as he appears on the surface.
Smiling, he put down the herbs, and simply got up and went out of the room.
"Then Yan'er, it's time for dinner. I asked the aunt next door to prepare lunch for us. I just went to have a look. If you have anything to do at home, you can call me loudly, and I can hear you."
See how Sima Zhao can talk, and every word and every word is concerned about Xia Ling, if he didn't know Feng Yan's fate in his previous life, and knew the character of the main god who was warm on the outside and cold on the inside.
Looking at Sima Zhao now, he is really a very good man who can be trusted for life!
Xia Ling smiled and watched Sima Zhao leave.
When he really couldn't hear his footsteps outside the house, Xia Ling stopped smiling and looked up at the dilapidated window.
Outside is a luxuriant ginkgo tree. When the wind blows, the leaves rustle slightly, and the original footsteps on the tree are covered up. If it weren't for Xia Ling's sharp eyes and ears, he would really be deceived.
"Feng Er, come out."
Xia Ling lowered his voice and shouted out of the window in a moderate manner.
Her tone was firm, as if she knew that Feng Er was in the tree, guarding her in the house.
He hesitated, Feng Er didn't move, and he restrained his breath even more.
Suddenly, something smashed out of the thatched hut without thinking, and pointed straight at the direction of his feet.
It hit the tree trunk and landed on the ground. Feng Er's eyes twitched and he realized that what fell on the ground was an embroidered shoe.
These shoes... are naturally Feng Yan's shoes.
She smashed the shoe out and hurt her foot, so naturally she couldn't come out to pick it up by herself.
"Come in, and help me bring in my shoes."
The woman's slightly savage tone came from the thatched cottage.
Feng Er hesitated for a while, jumped down from the tree, quickly picked up the blue embroidered shoes, his stern face was a little hot, and turned over into the thatched hut.