There’s a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea: 497. Forty-first dragon scales (seven)

This is the anti-theft seal. Even if she is angry, she has a coquettish and coquettish demeanor. It doesn't look like she is angry, but she is acting like a spoiled child. How could the Hou Yongan be angry? Promise her request to dye her nails too.

The dignified Marquis of Yongan, eight feet tall and like a crown of jade, many big girls and little daughters-in-law miss him and admire his majestic posture, but now he is sitting in front of his wife, as well-behaved as a little sheep, stretches out his hand Let her fiddle with her own hands. Linglong is full of creativity. It is not enough to paint Yongan Hou's nails, and he also painted round pig heads on it. She painted so triumphantly that the Hou Yongan could not laugh or cry.

Chu Zhi was on the side, and she had been looking forward to it since Lord Hou came in, but he hasn't noticed her until now. Chu Zhi was a little panicked, she had to raise her head, hoping that the Hou Yongan could see her. Long time no see, Hou Ye definitely didn't expect that he would come back, as long as she raised her head, he would definitely see her.

Linglong saw her small movements, but she didn't care. She likes simple and rough, and she likes tortuous euphemisms. People like Chuzhi are like centipedes that are dead but not stiff. They don't fall when they see the coffin Tears, hit the south wall and don't look back, don't play dead a little bit, and never die. What kind of deep love does Yongan Hou have for her, why did she get carried away by love, thinking that Yongan Hou must be her?

The family did not say these four words casually, that is to say, it was because the original owner was such a gentle and stupid woman that Chuzhi and the Hou of Yong'an became the fate of Chuzhi and the daughter of any big family. Chu Zhi was dealt with when she raised this thin horse. The original owner's parents were deeply in love, and they didn't even know the world with her. They thought they were married to a father-like person. How could they know that this was her life reminder.

Linglong doesn't need to think about what the Hou Zhi likes in Yongan. The original owner is cowardly and naive, almost cowardly, she listens to everything like Chuzhi, a big maid, and trusts her very much. Such a woman is just like a dodder flower with no assertiveness and rigidity. How could Marquis of Yongan, who is fighting the world on horseback, see it. superior. Perhaps the original owner's weakness would arouse his short-term pity, but this pity would soon dissipate, and Chu Zhi, who had a unique temperament, delicate and strong, entered his eyes.

Chuzhi is naturally beautiful. She lived a life in the Xiangfu's mansion. She was more nourished than the daughters of ordinary people. Against the background of the original owner, it makes the pearl even more dusty.

But now Linglong is not used to her anymore. It's true that people want clothes and Buddha needs gold clothes. Except for the best beauties, they don't need foreign objects to adorn the hibiscus. These things can make an already beautiful person even more beautiful. However, when all this is deprived, beauty will be greatly reduced. After more than a month, Chuzhi lost the good milk face wash, the special rouge makeup, the delicate jewelry and soft clothes, and also had a problem of inconvenience to walk - the beauty is the most likely to be late, What did she do to make Yongan Hou never forget her?

So it's not that the Marquis of Yongan didn't see her, but he didn't realize that this was his beloved Chuzhi for a while.

He had an affair with Chu Zhi behind his wife's back, and he enjoyed the thrill of this exciting and unethical pleasure. For a man like him, the feeling of being in a relationship with her good sister in the sleeping compartment of his wife is far more exciting than happiness. It was also because of this that Chu Zhi could make him fall in love. Her daring seduction and fiery admiration endeared him to the Hou Yongan. Compared with his wood-like wife, she was naturally more lovable by her delicate beauty.

And now, his wife is even more alive than Chu Zhi - a woman who was taught at home to be prudent and stubborn to maintain a posture on the bed, suddenly became enthusiastic, and treated such a woman as her own. Treating him like he hoped, the excitement went beyond having an affair with Chu Zhi at the beginning.

His wife is the daughter of the Prime Minister, the body of a thousand dollars, the head of the noble daughter, and she walks and walks like a textbook, perfect as a textbook. But such a perfect fake wife suddenly changed one day, like a fairy, could you not like it? He was just fine with this one!

Linglong saw these two people clearly, so she reluctantly played with them. In the next world, if she wants to be more assertive, then this world will have to be full. Although the Marquis of Yongan was rambunctious and clumsy, he couldn't bear to live a good life. In Linglong's place, if he looked good, she would be forgiven.

What's more, now the Hou Yong'an is obedient to her, why did she eat him so quickly? Love can be cultivated. Now it's a bit fishy, ​​and it can be refined well. Eat him... Linglong is always patient before waiting for the food to come in.

Chu Zhi raised her face for a while in a maddening manner. Mingming Hou Ye glanced at him, but why didn't he respond - yes, Hou Ye must be worried about his wife's detection, so he deliberately treated himself Turn a blind eye, wait... as long as a little time, Hou Ye will not ignore her!

While Chu Zhi was racking her brains to find a chance to be alone with the Marquis of Yongan, Linglong suddenly stood up and stretched: "My concubine is tired, and I'm going to take a break. , but Lord Hou just painted his concubine's nails like that, so he punished Lord Hou to wash it off by himself, Chushuang, you are here to serve, no one is allowed to help."

"Yes." Chushuang Chuxue pursed her lips and followed her into the back room, leaving Hou Yongan with a wry smile. He sat down on the seat before, took the water Linglong used to wash the impatiens juice he applied, dipped it in a little white vinegar and wiped it slowly. When he looked up, a magnified woman's face startled him!

Who is this person who is not Chuzhi!

She stared at him mournfully, pear blossoms with rain, this was the favorite gesture of the Marquis of Yong'an, but now Chu Zhi does it, it really can't be called beautiful. Her face was sallow, her eyebrows had become rough and untidy because she had not been repaired for a long time, and her lips were slightly chapped. Most importantly, her complexion was very bad, so bad that Yongan Hou did not recognize it at first glance.

On the face close to him, the uneven skin surface and the slightly raised pimples are so conspicuous, making Yong An Hou unconsciously think of his wife's freshly peeled egg-like delicate face, the water-like skin, he I used to worship and kiss with my heart, and when I got very close, I couldn't see a single pore, and the ice muscles and bones all over my body could not be described in words.

When he didn't see Chu Zhi for a few days, he really missed him, but his wife took it seriously, and he was self-confident, so he didn't want to go down to the lower house to see her. As the days went on, his beloved wife was more beautiful than ever, and after tasting it, he even forgot Chu Zhi into the clouds.

A person who has seen a dragon girl will never despise other girls in the world.

Linglong is just like a human being because she loses her mana due to hunger, and she can live like a duck to water by her own means, not to mention that as long as she gets a little food, she can call the wind and call the rain.

"Master Hou..."

"You, are you Chu Zhi?!" Rao was the Marquis of Yong'an, who had gone through a storm. In just over a month, a beautiful girl had become like this, which surprised him. "How did you—"

How could Chu Zhi not understand the unfinished meaning of his words, and her heart was sour at the moment, she naturally knew how she lived in this mansion without the protection and trust of his wife. It is a pity that she is not grateful to the original owner for this, but resents Linglong for treating her like this, as if the original owner is right to dig her heart out.

Chu Zhi knows that her beauty is not as good as before. The bad environment is secondary, and her own state is very wrong. Ever since she was kicked out from the lady's side, she has been worrying too much, no matter what. She couldn't be happy, and she was afraid that her wife would torture her, and that she was afraid that Lord Hou would forget her.

She knelt down with a thud, her knees that had been left with hidden problems were even more painful, but Chuzhi couldn't care so much. Now she just wanted to ask the Lord for grace, even if she sent herself out of the house to grow up. As for the room, if it takes time for her to have a child, it is not for the sake of happiness. The one who has the last laugh is the winner, she will not lose! "Master Hou, please help Master Hou!"

"What's the matter?" After all, she was a woman she really loved, and the Marquis of Yongan still bent over to help Chu Zhi up. Chu Zhi grabbed his hand, and he realized that her hands were also much older, and the back of her hands even There is also a thin layer of skin flakes, which should be caused by too dryness.

Reminiscent of just holding up a plain hand to paint Kodan, it's really a heaven and an earth.

"I beg the Marquis to let the slaves go out of the mansion! The slaves really can't stay in this mansion! The Marquis promises the slaves a favor, and the slaves are grateful to the Marquis for a lifetime!" Chu Zhi cried, but this time there was no more Then I see the beauty of still pity. "If you stay in the Hou Mansion, Madam will kill the slaves!"

"What did you say?" Yong An Hou was taken aback. "What does this have to do with Mrs.?"

"The madam learned about the slave maid and the Hou Ye, so she humiliated and abused the slave maid in every possible way. The slave maid couldn't sleep day and night for more than a month, and was always afraid that she would die here in the next moment. Lord, please save the slaves! For the sake of the slaves' infatuation with you—"