It's night, the border town, the general's mansion.
"General, you are back."
The man in white knitted his brows, nodded slightly to several goalkeepers, and walked quickly into the yard. The butler just came out of the hall when he saw the man and called out with a smile.
The man seemed to be concentrating on something and walked straight towards the study.
The housekeeper was slightly surprised. He knew that the man was gentle and polite, and this had never happened before. Is the latter thinking about something
This man is Bai Zhanfeng.
He walked a few steps, seemed to realize something, turned around and smiled apologetically at the housekeeper before entering the study.
In the study, it was pitch black.
He slowed down a bit, but his pace was not chaotic, and he walked to the table and turned on the lights.
Lights cast shadows on things that light cannot penetrate.
For example, a man standing quietly in front of a window.
He is also dressed in white.
Anyone who is in the dark and turns on the light for a moment will be shocked to see something that does not belong to the original place, but Bai Zhanfeng just sighed, "You really came!"
The man in front of the window heard the words and turned around.
The room was like a mirror with a lot of whiteness.
The man looked the same as Bai Zhanfeng.
The only difference is the look.
The man nodded slightly at him and frowned, "Is there any countermeasures?"
"Liu Jing, how does your spiritual power compare to Bai Zixu's?"
Bai Zhanfeng asked softly, but his eyes were fixed on the man in front of him.
Phoenix Palace.
Lu Kai thought that his ability to self-cultivation was still lacking.
When he went out, he couldn't help but turn slightly, and glanced at the imperial concubine on the soft couch.
The jade basin is placed under the soft couch.
Nian Xuanji sat on the soft slump, the emperor left the seat, bent down slightly, grabbed Nian Fei's feet, put them into the basin, and reached out to the basin to twist the towel.
It is well known that Concubine Nian is favored. He has been with the emperor for some time, and he has been fascinated by it.
But at the scene in front of him, his heart skipped a beat, and he didn't dare to look at it again, so he quickly closed the door.
Her feet were washed in the man's big palm. Rao was the closest contact between the two of them. He also scrubbed her body. Xuanji's face was still red, and she felt a little nervous.
The skin of the two was rubbed against each other.
The calluses on his knuckles nipped her feet lightly.
A little itchy, a little prickly.
In the past two months, even though they have been with each other in Chuxiu Palace, the two have rarely been so close.
She never leaned into his arms to accompany him to read the memorial as usual, but just sat quietly by the side.
This sudden contact made her nervous, her heart skipped a beat, she turned slightly, and did not dare to look at him.
Finally, he wiped her feet dry, and as if she had been granted amnesty, she shrank her feet on the soft couch, curling up slightly.
Looking down, he saw the cloth towel, like a white lotus blooming, fell on the basin, and the water splashed.
The breath next to her became hot, the soft couch sank, and she was hugged onto the man's lap.
She was startled, and then she raised her eyes helplessly, her lips were glued by something.
Warm mouth.
Her mind was dizzy, and the long-lost fever stirred every inch of sensitivity and nerve in her body.
"Little Seven."
The man's hoarse voice sounded in her ears, and she was immediately picked up by the waist.
He walked quickly.
She heard the sound of the jade pot tipping over.
At this moment, is he dizzy too? Kicked the pot over.
Holding his neck, she stared blankly at the flooded brick steps on the floor...