Chapter 1688 Concubine (4)

"Miss." Lowering his head politely, Feng Er stepped forward and put the embroidered shoes beside Xia Ling's couch.

A tower-like man stood beside Xia Ling's couch, as tall as a hill, his stern figure completely covered Xia Ling in his shadow.

And he has broad shoulders, muscles wrapped in clothes, and his great explosive power can be felt through the clothes.

After following her carriage for a day, Feng Er smelled faintly of sweat.

The breath was not unpleasant, but it calmed down Xia Ling from the state of goosebumps just now.

Xia Ling looked at him, carefully sized him up from top to bottom.

"Feng Er, you have learned massage and bone setting, right?"

Feng Er's body was shocked, he quickly looked at Xia Ling, and lowered his face again.

"Yes. Miss."

"Well, then help me straighten my bones." Xia Ling took off her socks and rolled up the bottom of her trousers by herself.

Feet as white as jade were exposed on the couch. These feet were slender and lovely, with toes like beautiful shells, white and pink.

Feng Er glanced at it, his face became hot, and he felt that this was a blasphemy against Feng Yan, so he didn't dare to look at it any more.

"Hurry up, you are so procrastinating, do you want Sima Li to come in and bump into you to help me set my bones?" Xia Ling looked at the man's favorability +2 rising above his head, reconfirmed Feng Er's identity, and sat down. On this couch, the mood is more leisurely.

She checked the task interface.

Because I met Feng Er, the emotional detector played a role.

As Feng Yan's secret guard, Feng Er's favorability towards Feng Yan is only 2, which was just added.

Feng Er, the secret guard, did his duty honestly, and he didn't think anything wrong with his young lady.

Xia Ling looked out, raised her eyes and urged Feng Er again.

"What are you still doing in a daze, I ask you to help me, you just help me, and I won't make you responsible for seeing my feet!"

Her tone was self-willed, with some domineering instigation.

In this world, every person in a high position will keep a few hidden guards. These hidden guards are like their servants, signed a contract of sale, and each generation has a master.

The hidden guards follow their masters for the rest of their lives, and they can only terminate their contracts and live the lives of ordinary people until the death of their masters.

Therefore, Feng Er slightly pursed his thin lips, and he endured it for a while. He didn't think it was wrong for Feng Yan to treat him so badly, but was he not feeling well?

"Yes, master." He stepped forward, grabbed Xia Ling's ankle with his big palm, and took out another porcelain bottle from his arms.

The porcelain bottle contained red medicinal powder.

When his rough hand touched the woman's swollen ankle, Feng Er couldn't help but lighten his strength.

Even if the woman's ankle is swollen, to him, her ankle is still so weak, it's like a precious object that can be broken with light force.

"It hurts a bit, you have to be patient." Feng Er looked at Xia Ling.

Xia Ling could feel his movements pause, and then met his deep eyes, as if asking her if she could bear it.

Seems to be underestimated?

"It's okay, come as soon as possible." Xia Ling said calmly.

"Offended." Feng Er lowered his head.

He covered the red medicinal powder with his big palm, grasped Xia Ling's ankle with both hands, and urged his internal force to cover Xia Ling's ankle.

Slow red hot air rose from the fingers of his big hand.

The medicine powder evaporated and melted, and at first it was a little itchy, as if it had penetrated into the bones, the place he held was extremely hot, and the place he was pushing seemed to be a little hot.

Xia Ling gritted her teeth, enduring the pain and itching, without making a sound.

Don't fight for face and breath.