dhibooks Chapter 92 Little White Flower Training Gift Pack
Chapter 92 Little White Flower Training Gift Pack
This thought was interrupted by the bursting sound of fireworks simulated by the system. System 001 still used the old congratulatory tone and said: [The host currently has a total jealousy value of 678, and can get a 666-level little white flower self-cultivation spree one copy!Congratulations to the host! 】
[The gift package has been distributed, please check the host in time! 】
Song Han's heart moved, and he wanted to check what was in the gift bag. Luo Tianqi, who had been silently by his side, asked puzzledly: "Why did you wait for the owner to come back to deal with it? As long as you open your mouth, the housekeeper will immediately kick you out." Walk!"
He had an impression of this woman named Yuan Yilan. Mrs. Yilian followed suit at the beginning.At that time, the owner of the villa had not returned for many months. It was this woman who came up with such a bad idea. Let Mrs. Lian take off her clothes and force the boss to tell the owner about the current situation of the owner, which really impressed him!
"She is a girl who has lived in the villa for so long and she is used to it. Where can she go if she suddenly leaves the villa?" Song Han's eyes revealed that he couldn't bear it.
Li Hanchuan gave him the jade pendant representing the status of the owner of the estate. He had the power to be the master of the house, but he was a little bit close to justifiably speaking as the owner.
Luo Tianqi did not comment on his idea, but said: "The owner of the jade pendant is handed over to you in the hope that you will not be wronged. Do whatever you feel comfortable with. The owner will deal with it if something happens."
Song Han said softly "Yeah", and his long curled eyelashes trembled, "I know."
Luo Tianqi didn't speak anymore.Before leaving the capital, the owner of the villa specifically told him that the young master has his own principles of conduct, and what he has to do is to protect the young master from persecution rather than interfere with the young master's decision.
The people in the backyard dispersed with resentment, and Song Han returned to Renxue Pavilion with a heavy heart.
The moment the door closed, Song Han excitedly opened the golden gift bag in his mind, and with a "bang", the colorful fireworks exploded, and a few paragraphs of text fell to the ground.
Compared with the past, the way to open this big gift bag is really too... rustic, Song Han is so embarrassed that he picks his feet.
The text that landed first suddenly shined brightly, and Song Han suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.
【Ding!Congratulations to the host for acquiring the skill - delicate body and soft body! 】
Song Han: "..."
[As a weak little white flower, we must exude a delicate and pitiful aura from the inside out. Having fair and delicate skin and a soft body will definitely make the target of the raid take good care of you! 】
[Want to be silky smooth?Want to PLAY with difficult actions?You deserve this skill! 】
The voice of System 001 was very excited, and the expression on Song Han's face had already begun to freeze.
"Two
g! "The second paragraph of text fell, and a faint blue light bloomed faintly...
【Ding!Congratulations to the host for gaining the aura—beautiful and charming! 】
[Want to touch his heart anytime and anywhere, want to make him fall for you with just one look?It's so cute and touching! 】
In his mind, System 001 became more and more excited as he talked, but Song Han's lips were pursed into a straight line.
At this time, the third paragraph of text fell to the ground with a bang, and the pink light flourished.
【Ding!Congratulations to the host for acquiring the skill - automatic moisturizing! 】
[The weak little white flower can't withstand the ravages of the storm, but you want to fully feel the beauty of love from the inside out?Automatic moisturizing H will escort you, no matter how violent the impact is, it can fit perfectly! 】
The thin white fingers clenched unconsciously, a suspicious redness spread from the base of the ear, Song Han's eyes flickered, shame and excitement.
As expected of my handsome guy who can travel through black holes and across light years, the whole universe is overwhelmed by me. The system developed for my crazy genius doctor. These gift packs really suit him. He likes it so much that he can't wait to try it!
Seeing that Song Han's cheeks were flushed redder than March's peach blossoms, System 001 coughed lightly twice, and said, [Host, these skills don't sound as useful as safety monitoring, danger warning, etc., but the system's products are absolutely fine!You can slowly appreciate the beauty of it in the future! 】
Song Han really wanted to say noblely and glamorously that he knew it, but suddenly a tiny electric current rushed through, his whole body was numb, 80 million pores were trembling, and he almost gasped.
In just a split second, Song Han noticed the changes in his body.
Looking down, the fingers became slender and white like green onions, the fingertips were round, and the nails were glowing with a lovely light pink color, which made people want to hold them in the palm of their hands and wrap them up.
Turning it over, the thin calluses on the palm were all smoothed out, making it soft.The skin on the body has visibly become like a freshly peeled egg, so smooth and tender that you want to take a bite, and the facial features look more clear and watery than before due to the qualitative change of the skin.
Taking a selfie in the mirror, frowning and pursing her lips is full of charming amorous feelings...
Very tempting.
Song Han blinked innocently. His changes cannot be hidden from others. In order to make himself look less abrupt, he adjusted his various values down slightly, and planned to eat more nourishing soup on weekdays before making changes one by one. exhibit.
Feeling preoccupied, Song Han turned his head and went to the kitchen.
Chef Wang said hello and asked, "Master, there is fresh goat meat today, would you like to try it?"
Mutton is a very nutritious ingredient. Song Han nodded and asked Chef Wang to save a piece for him to make a Yuzhu Chiyang Soup.
Put the cut mutton in a pot under cold water, boil the water and drain, then put the Polygonatum odoratum, goat meat, tangerine peel, wolfberry, etc. into the pot and add water to stew.After the fire is boiled, simmer slowly for an hour. When the mutton is soft and rotten, add an appropriate amount of salt and pepper to taste, and then sprinkle a handful of chopped green onion to start the pot.
At night, forcing himself to drink two bowls of delicious mutton soup and a bowl of rice, Song Han rubbed his stuffed stomach, got up and walked around the yard of Renxue Pavilion to digest food.
A tree-lined path in the courtyard connects to the Moon Cave Gate in the opposite courtyard, and Song Han stood there watching for a while.
That is the Feiluan Pavilion, which is said to be built for the future mistress of the villa.The Feiluan Pavilion is a towering building with a unique shape. There are gardens and rockeries, pavilions and waterside pavilions, which are beautiful.
"Master?" Seeing him staring blankly at the other side, Mu Xiaobai cautiously called out to him.
Song Han responded softly, his eyelashes drooping slightly, casting a small shadow on his soft and charming face, and a touch of loneliness shrouded his brows.
"It's getting late, go back."
Mu Xiaobai was worried when he heard it, and looked at Song Han with regret.
No matter how much you like it, men are still no bigger than women and can show others as a hostess generously, and they can also have children.
Song Han was also feeling sorry in his heart.
This pavilion looks like it was built with wasted effort, and it would be a waste to have to be empty in the future.
Tired of spring and sleepy in autumn, Song Han drank a bowl of medicine newly prescribed by Miraculous Doctor Murong before going to bed, and after rinsing his mouth, he went to bed and wrapped himself up in the much lighter-smelling bedding.
The letter to Han Chuan was sent out two days ago, and I don't know when he will receive it.
Can he understand the fragrant silk grass caught in the letter paper?
...I miss him a little bit.
Sanity gradually slackened in the dark night, Song Han's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The night was silent and long.Green smoke curls up from the bronze-carved and hollowed-out censer, and the smoke is enchanting and lingering, one strand after another.
In the middle of the night, there were suddenly more noises in Jingyi's room. The boy lying on the bed had disheveled hair, blushing face, tightly grasping the brocade quilt with his slender fingers, and murmuring indistinctly from time to time with bright red lips like a dream.
"Hanchuan..."
The young man's voice suddenly rose, his whole body trembled, and he cried out because he was bullied in his sleep.
Sobbing a few times, the boy curled up and regained his composure, only his deliciously pink cheeks and the tears hanging from the corners of his reddish eyes were telling the secret of his dream.
The next day, when Song Han opened his eyes, it was already bright outside the window, and the incense in the censer had been burned out.
He moved his body, lazily turned over and wanted to squat for a while, but the strangeness under the quilt made him sleepless at all.
Song Han froze, and it took him a while to reach out to touch it.
... At some point last night, his body used the skill he was most looking forward to before his reason!
Mobilize the muscles of the body, and indeed feel a little wet there.
In the dimly lit room, the boy's face was as red as fire.
Song Han covered his hot face with both hands, his eyes glistened with shame.
He seems to be getting more and more...
Forget about the front, but even the back...
"My lord, are you awake?" Mu Xiaobai's voice came from the door.
Song Han was startled and didn't answer.Mu Xiaobai listened at the door for a while, and left after making sure there was no sound in the room.
Song Han blushed, got up quickly and changed into dirty clothes.After taking care of it, Song Han opened the door without changing his face, and let Mu Xiaobai bring in hot water.
Mu Xiaobai glanced at Song Han, seeing that he looked good, he was relieved.
Last night he slept in the outside room, heard tossing and turning inside in the middle of the night, and worried that the young master had something on his mind and couldn't fall asleep, so it turned out that he was thinking too much.
After rinsing his mouth and cleansing his face, Song Han drank ginseng tea, just in time for Qing Fang to come in for breakfast: "I'll eat goji berry mutton soup and pancakes this morning, son, try it and see if it suits your taste."
Looking at the bright red goji berries floating on the milky white soup, Song Han resisted the urge to ask Qingfang to withdraw the breakfast.
The mutton must have aroused his anger.
Song Han recalled the taste of last night, and finished the soup honestly.
It's not bad to have real guns and live ammunition, but it's not bad to dream.
"My lord, are these clothes going to be washed?" Mu Xiaobai tidied up the room and came out with some clothes in his hands.
Song Han resisted the urge to cover his face, and replied yes.
Noticing what was wrong with him, Mu Xiaobai took the dirty clothes and went to the laundry room. Only Qingfang felt strange when he saw his reddish ear tips.
Li Hanchuan, who was far away in the capital, had just received a letter from the villa.
Seeing the four characters "Han Chuan Qin Qi" clearly written by the young man on the cover, the man's deep black eyes suddenly brightened, and his cold and stern eyebrows softened instantly.
As soon as the envelope was opened, a piece of dry grass fell out of the envelope.
Li Hanchuan bent down to pick it up, carefully examined the withered grass, and read the letter after finding nothing special.
After reading the letter in his hand word by word, Li Hanchuan pursed his thin lips and his face was a little cold.
Someone knocked on the door, and Ren Jiu came in with a letter sealed with wax paint.
"Master, a letter from Mr. Wuyi."
Li Hanchuan took it with a blank face, and Ren Jiu noticed the withered grass in his hand, with doubts in his eyes.
"Master, what do you want this fragrant silk grass for?"
"You said it was called fragrant silk grass?"
Blade Nine: "Yes, this herbal medicine has the functions of dispelling wind and relieving exterior, promoting qi and relieving pain, expelling wind and dampness, young master once..."
As he spoke, he suddenly realized and stopped.
Li Hanchuan chewed these three words, the coldness on his face was swept away, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily raised.
Fragrant silk grass, acacia grass.
His teenager missed him.