It was already evening when Zhou Mohuai woke up. When he opened his hazy eyes, he saw a fairy with bright eyebrows and graceful posture at the edge of his gaze. He looked at it again and found that it was Wen Wenlan. His hands twitched and he woke up immediately.

"Awaken." Wen Wenlan closed the memorial in his hand and put it aside, "Are you better?"

Zhou Mohuai sat up, and immediately a eunuch came over with a clean porridge and snacks. The amount was not too much, enough to replenish some energy without feeling full.

"You use some food mats first. It's getting late, and eating too much at night is not good for your health."

"When is it now?" Zhou Mohuai shook his head and found himself on Wen Wenlan's dragon bed.

He quickly turned over, causing a little eunuch to chase him and put on his clothes to prevent him from catching a cold.

"Don't you want to eat? Do you want me to do it for you?" Wen Wenlan followed Zhou Mohuai to the table, with a look of indifference on his face, but his words were not serious.

Knowing that Wen Wenlan could not be said, Zhou Mohuai withdrew his gaze and focused on drinking porridge and having meals. He hadn't eaten for nearly a day and was indeed a little hungry.

The taste of the porridge is light and will not make you get tired of your appetite. If you put some pickles in it, you will not lose interest because the taste is too light. Other small amounts of food are not large, but it is enough to make up for the problem of the porridge being hungry.

Wen Wenlan leaned against Zhou Mohuai, leaned back slightly, raised his chin slightly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked up and down with satisfaction and joy everywhere.

"There are three pairs of Meixiang, and now only one pair of medicine has subsided a lot. Although it has not completely subsided, there is no hurry. It's just a matter of time. Come with me."

The two arrived at Xiaolu Pavilion, where Duan Shangfu and one of her subordinates had already been waiting here.

"Switch this dress first."

Zhou Mohuai followed Wen Wenlan's gaze and glanced at the goose-yellow dress in Duan Shangfu's hand with disgust. He frowned, and his handsome face was full of rejection.

The aggravated tone of "change." cannot resist.

Zhou Mohuai narrowed his eyes and stared at the goose yellow, trying to imagine what it looked like when he was wearing it, but after thinking about it, he could not draw a rough look. At the end, he actually appeared as a graceful woman holding an incense fan in her hand.

A chill came, and Zhou Mohuai shivered fiercely. Even though he was unwilling to do so, he still squeezed the goose yellow dress under Wen Wenlan's cold eyes.

Zhou Mohuai pinched the insects and twisted the corners of his clothes with his two fingers, rubbing them against his body bit by bit. It seemed that time had been slowed down more than five times in an instant, and even his normal breathing seemed too rapid. The palace servant who was serving him held his breath and waited for His Highness Ming Zhao to put on this "thousand-pound" long gown.

Wen Wenlan leaned against the soft couch, leaned back slightly, and his arm rested on the handrail beside him. His index finger hit him one after another, and his dull sound made people feel anxious.

"What a big man is going to do?"

He handed over his eyes, and walked up from the side two eunuchs helped Zhou Mohuai dress up in three or two, and tied a flower on his belt.

"Yes." Wen Wenlan frowned and nodded, always feeling that something was not done well.

She walked to Zhou Mohuai, reached out and pulled Zhou Mohuai's belt hard, and then pulled her chest left and right. The originally neat and unconventional long gown now had to hang loosely on Zhou Mohuai's body. After glanced at him, Wen Wenlan waved his hand and helped Zhou Mohuai put on a cloak left and right, so loose that it completely covered Zhou Mohuai's strong figure.

"very good."

Wen Wenlan looked at the "weak" and beautiful young man in front of him with great satisfaction.

Under Wen Wenlan's gaze, Zhou Mohuai's ears were so red that they were about to seep bleeding.

"Go to do it." Wen Wenlan waved and took a step back.

Duan Shangfu and Si Jie, who had been waiting for a long time, stepped forward and pressed Zhou Mohuai on the soft couch, and quickly removed the bun with four hands, flew around the comb through the comb with their bare hands, ignored Zhou Mohuai who was confused, and Wen Wenlan leaned comfortably on the soft couch, and hummed a rare tune.

About two quarters of an hour later, Duan Shangfu and the decorate retreated to the side.

Wen Wenlan raised his eyes and saw Zhou Mohuai's moment, his eyes were shiny like a meteor passing by, his body slightly opened, and his red lips slightly opened.

The two strands of ink hair on the temples and the forehead hang down, with a fair face with delicate facial features. The crown on the top of the head is round and transparent, as if it is exuding a fairy spirit. The black hair is like a waterfall and half scattered on the delicate goose yellow. Even when a man sees this, he can't help but want to go up and have a kiss.

The premise is to ignore Zhou Mohuai's sharp eyes.

Wen Wenlan was stunned for a long time, and knew that she felt the murderous aura gradually rising in Zhou Mohuai's eyes and then she stopped her soul. She coughed lightly to hide her embarrassment, waved her hand and drove out everything, including Wushu.

"Come here and listen to me tell you." Wen Wenlan turned his head slightly and handed over the golden face. She didn't dare to look up at Zhou Mohuai. It was so seductive.

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In Zhou Mohuai's subconscious, Wen Wenlan is a fairy~

In the future, Zhou Mohuai will find that today's goose yellow clothes are nothing, so he can imagine this scene and make up for it.

After getting married, Zhou Mohuai was definitely a slave of his wife, who was so slave who could not get over the body, and the identification was completed.
Chapter completed!