Quick Transmigration Goblin: Don't tease, the villain is turning black

Chapter 188 Eternal Empress, 1V4 Shura Field 26
Quan Jiu slapped the back of his hand and slapped his hand away.

"I just take a shower, what can happen?"

Jing Chuantang had a headache.

It's impossible to say that he was afraid that a group of men would rush in to watch her take a bath, so he forgot the rules and broke into her tent directly?

He sighed: "The minister is willing to accept the punishment."

The man withdrew his hands and lowered his eyes, and when his eyes glanced at the surface of the tub, there was an unnatural pause.

Women don't wear an inch of hair, and their shoulders and neck lines are extremely beautiful. They are different from men's rough and strong, revealing a fragile and seductive attraction. They are petite and small, which makes people naturally have a desire for protection.

The candlelight in the tent was very dim, making her skin whiter than milk, which looked sweet and delicious. He hadn't eaten at night. In the dark environment, his Adam's apple was rolling, and he looked away unnaturally.

Different from the treatment in the palace, there are no flower petals in the simple tent, and the water in the tub is transparent.

Jing Chuantang turned around, his hands in the robe tightened unnaturally.

"Your Majesty, please punish me."

The man's usually lazy voice was much lower than usual.

Quanjiu has a black line on his forehead.

Second time.

Last time it was Feng Zhuo, this time it was Jingchuantang again.

"Ergou, I suddenly miss modern anti-theft doors."

The ancient wooden door couldn't help being kicked, not to mention that the tent didn't even have a door, and the door was covered with a rag, so there was no sense of security when taking a shower.

001: You are a woman after all. If you are caught taking a shower, can't you be a little shy and annoyed?

Quan Jiu: Crying, making trouble, hanging himself, hitting a big wall?
001: ...

I really can't imagine how Quan Jiu is making noise.

Jing Chuantang didn't hear the movement behind him for a long time, and smelled the sweet fragrance in the air, his eyes dimmed.

"His Majesty?"

Quan Jiu said coldly, "Shut up."

As expected, Jing Chuantang shut up obediently.

"I'm hungry, I'll punish you to cook supper for me."

Quan Jiu huddled in the bathtub, only his head protruding from the water.

Jing Chuantang was taken aback, he didn't expect this "punishment" to be so light.

He thought...

"The minister obeys the order."

He saluted and was about to go out when there was a sudden noise outside the tent.

"Don't compete with me, I will be the first to see a doctor."

"That won't work, my sword wound last month hasn't healed yet..."

The voice was so close that Jing Chuantang could even see the shadows of several people from the tent.

Only a few steps away, a group of people can come in.

His head froze with a bang, thinking of the woman's delicate white shoulders, the only thought in his mind was "Never let them see her like this".

Jing Chuantang moved quickly. Before Quan Jiu could react, he took off his robe and put it on Quan Jiu. Because of this action, the man also fell into the tub with a plop.

"Fuck!"

Quan Jiu's whole body was wrapped in the man's coat, and before he had time to curse, he felt that there was a solid wall around him.

"Your Majesty, offended."

Jing Chuantang spoke in her ear.

Quan Jiu was separated by a layer of clothes, so he couldn't see clearly. He could only hear the sound of cloth rubbing against each other, as if someone was taking off his clothes.

Quan Jiu: "???"

"Brother Jiu, come out quickly, the brothers are here!"

A group of soldiers had already entered the tent and came behind the screen in a blink of an eye.

Seeing Jing Chuantang sitting topless in the tub, the group of people were dumbfounded.

"General, why are you here? Where's Brother Jiu?"

The visitor looked at the robe floating in Jing Chuantang's hand, with "I don't understand" written all over his face.

Jing Chuantang tightly blocked the wine under the water, with an indifferent expression on his face.

"Ajiu has something to go out."

There were about seven or eight soldiers who came, and when they heard what he said, they immediately looked disappointed.

This Jiu imperial physician is the best among all the imperial physicians, and has an easy-going personality, similar to their age, a group of people immediately mingled with each other after meeting twice, and began to call each other brothers.

Quan Jiu listened to the conversation of a group of people, his heart was pounding.

Under the robe, Jing Chuantang was afraid that she would get up suddenly, and his right hand was still pressing on her head.

Her red lips were submerged under the surface of the water, and only her nose was exposed to breathe. The man's body temperature was very high, and she could feel his scorching hot skin through a layer of thin clothes.

The bathtub has limited space, which can accommodate two people. Her and Jing Chuantang's arms are firmly stuck together, and even the legs under the bathtub inevitably touch for a moment.

The moment their skin touched each other, both of them froze.

Jing Chuantang's jaw line was tight, and his indifferent expression was a little stiff.

"out?"

The visitor stared at Jing Chuantang, who had a red chest, and another doubt appeared in his heart.

"General, why are you taking a shower in Brother Jiu's tent?"

Jing Chuantang's black eyes were cold and stern: "Is there a problem?"

The soldier shook his head inexplicably: "No, no problem..."

They also often take a bath together, not to mention sharing the same toilet, and it is normal for them to scrub each other.

Jing Chuantang's face was indifferent, but his arm hidden under the robe stopped suddenly, and he said unnaturally:
"……go out."

She is pinching him.

The right hand that was originally holding her head was grabbed by the back of the hand severely by the woman.

He shook his head helplessly.

The force of pinching was very heavy, it seemed that she was very angry.

A group of soldiers walked out shoulder to shoulder, still talking about coming to Quan Jiu next time.

When the tent returned to silence, the atmosphere behind the screen became subtle in an instant.

Quan Jiu gritted his teeth with a threatening tone:

"Ai Qing, how long are you going to stay in my bathtub?"

Jing Chuantang didn't squint, looking at the screen directly in front of him, his limbs were stiff.

"Your Majesty forgive me, I will go out now."

He got up from the bathtub, and walked straight out of the tent regardless of his wet body.

"Go back!"

As soon as Quan Jiu lifted the robe on his head, he saw him walking outside.

"You go out like this, what do the soldiers outside think?"

There are patrolling people everywhere. As the leader and general, he will definitely get the attention of the whole army when he walks on the road.

Quan Jiu said fiercely:
"Go behind the screen, turn around, and close your eyes."

Jing Chuantang paused, really hid at the other end of the screen, turned his back to the bathtub and closed his eyes.

"Whoa."

He heard the sound of water as she emerged from the bath.

Vision disappeared, but hearing became more sensitive. There was the sound of rustling clothes, and Jing Chuantang swallowed unconsciously, feeling his body getting hotter and hotter.

Imagination can kill.

He tried his best to stop himself from fantasizing about the glamorous scene behind the screen, but the more he stopped, the less his brain listened to the command...

Quan Jiu put on his clothes and came out from behind the screen.

The woman's cheeks were slightly red from the hot water, her black eyes were watery, her red lips were delicate and charming, and her waist-length hair was still draped behind her shoulders, like a beautiful lotus blooming in water.

Jing Chuantang has seen Quan Jiu who dominates the world and is the only one who respects me, and Quan Jiu who pretends to be stupid and admits cowardice, but he has never seen such Quan Jiu. When he loses his mind, he looks at it for two more seconds.

When he came back to his senses, he bowed his hands and bowed:

"Contradicting His Majesty, the subject deserves death."

　I haven't decided which son will eat meat. Although they are all alone, they all have independent thinking in this plane. It is too meng to sleep with one every night, so I only choose one, and let me see which son The voice is the highest! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)