Salted fish is pregnant with the Emperor's cub after Wearing a Book

Chapter 60

    In the bedroom where the older children were playing

    , Yin Yanjun was still sitting honestly in front of the mirror, Xu Yanqing heaved a sigh of relief, lest he would have to deal with some government affairs if he slowed down.

    The temperature of the hot water was not too low, and it was a little hot. There was a cotton towel in it. Xu Yanqing threw his left hand and his right hand and left his left. Finally, he fished out the towel from the hot water.

    Afraid of burning the Taoist priest's chin, Xiao Langjun shook the towel twice to dissipate the heat inside. After a while, he bent down and leaned over, and slowly applied the towel to the Taoist priest's chin.

    "Is the heat okay, is it hot or not?" Xu Yanqing stared at Yin Yanjun and blinked, with a hint of apprehension in his eyes.

    Yin Yanjun shook his head lightly: "Qingqing's grasp of the heat is just right."

    Hearing the Taoist priest's praise, Xu Yanqing's big beautiful eyes became brighter, feeling that the heat of the fabric in his hand had dropped, and quickly put the towel on the heat Wet again in the water and wring out.

    Seeing that the hot water was applied three times, Xu Yanqing raised his hand and touched Dao Chang's chin seriously. He felt that the short stubble was not as hard as before, and it was probably time for the next step, so Xu Yanqing was at a loss again.

    After touching the knife for a long time, he really didn't know which one to use. Yin Yanjun raised his hand and tapped the small porcelain bottle on the table: "First, apply this ointment on the stubble." The

    ancient version of shaving cream? Xu Yan took the porcelain bottle in his hand numbly, the paste inside was slightly sticky, exuding a faint medicinal fragrance.

    There was no tool at hand, so Xu Yanqing took a small knife that didn't seem to have an edge, and took the ointment from the porcelain bottle and slowly smeared it on the Taoist priest's jaw.

    This kind of situation seemed somewhat amusing, Xu Yan secretly dipped a little ointment with his fingertips and rubbed it on the Taoist priest's cheek.

    Doing bad things can't help but feel guilty, Xiao Langjun has been avoiding the sight of the Taoist priest and took some ointment and smeared it on the Taoist priest's chin.

    That's two or three times the usual dosage of Yin Yanjun's face cleansing. Yin Yanjun's lips showed a slight arc, looking at Xiaolangjun's dodgy appearance.

    It was not until Xiaolangjun endured the guilty conscience for a while, and asked "ask" what to do next, Yin Yanjun just averted his eyes, and the commander Xiaolangjun used which knife to use first and then which knife to use.

    It sounds a bit complicated. Xu Yanqing barely remembered the order of using the knives, but because the face-cleaning work was too unfamiliar to him, Xu Yanqing couldn't help but tremble slightly when he held a knife in his hand. 

   "Don't be afraid, just do it." Yin Yanjun raised his hand and landed on Xiaolangjun's wrist. Xiaolangjun held a knife in his hand, and was almost not so scared that he threw the knife out.

     He put the knife back carefully first, Xu Yanqing put his hands on the shoulders of the Taoist priest, and patted the Taoist "speaking earnestly": "The Taoist leader is obedient and obedient, and don't move again."   

Yin Yanjun, who "moved", nodded slightly: "Okay, I won't move." 

   "Don't, don't, don't nod your head, just blink your eyes and signal to me." Xu Yanqing warned again, seeing that Yin Yanjun stopped nodding, he took a sigh of relief and took the knife again. back on hand.