People have three urgencies.

When Ouyang Zishi fell into the carnival of the prosperous era, Zhu Ping'an's physiological problems were already urgent.

"Uncle, do you want to change your clothes?"

The little girl with a bun who usually reacts slowly and half a beat, but at this moment, it seems that Sherlock Holmes and Conan are possessed, and she noticed Zhu Ping'an's physiological problems for the first time, pinching the corners of her clothes with her little hands, and asked with a red baby fat bun face.

The physiological problem was urgent, and Zhu Ping'an couldn't care about the embarrassment, and nodded lightly, "Hmm." ”

"Then, that servant, the servant helped my uncle to go to the ...... Let's change clothes. ”

The voice of the painting was like that of a mosquito, and the little face was red and about to drip blood, as if the blood from all over her body had rushed to her face.

"Ahem, then I'll trouble you."

Zhu Ping'an coughed and arched his hand a little embarrassed.

"No trouble, no trouble, uncle, you're welcome." The little girl with the bun hurriedly shook her little head and said in a loud voice.

Getting out of bed and changing clothes may seem simple, but it's actually difficult.

The painting is not tall, and the strength is not great, it is very difficult to help Zhu Ping'an get out of bed, and it took a long time to help Zhu Ping'an out of bed, and Zhu Ping'an, who was in pain halfway, was about to roll his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry uncle, the painting is too stupid, woo woo woo ......" The little girl with the bun burst into tears.

"It's okay, isn't that good?" Zhu Ping'an endured the pain and comforted her with a smile.

"But, but the painting is clumsy, and it must have hurt my uncle just now." The painting whimpered.

"Nope." Zhu Ping'an smiled and shook his head.

"Really?" When the little girl with the bun heard this, she stopped her tears.

"Really." Zhu Ping'an nodded against his will.

So the little girl with the bun burst into tears and laughed, "I thought I was clumsy and would hurt my uncle." ”

"Uncle, I'll help you loosen your clothes......"

Hua'er helped Zhu Ping'an to the end of the bed, shook his little hand and took the night pot placed at the end of the bed, and shyly lowered his head and whispered, when it came to helping Zhu Ping'an to widen his clothes, Hua'er's little face was red and about to drip blood, not only red but also hot, as if it was about to catch fire. Before the words fell, the flush was already red from the cheeks, to the roots of the ears, to the neck and back, all the way to the toes.

Ha?

Help me with loose clothes?

Zhu Ping'an listened to the mosquito-like voice of the little girl in the bun, and no less than dozens of videos from a certain island country that contained similar plots were immediately in his mind.

Although the picture makes people's blood vessels swell!

But I'm not a pervert.

Zhu Ping'an shook his head, shook off those dirty plots, coughed, and rejected the kindness of the painting, "Ahem, no, no, no, you can help me from behind a little, and I'll come by myself." ”

The ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny.

Zhu Ping'an tried his best to maintain his balance, untied his belt with one hand, and carried the night pot with the other, which was very stretched, and there were paintings around him, which made Zhu Ping'an very embarrassed, and he held the night pot for a long time, and finally overcame his shyness and began to release it, from the beginning of "seven or eight stars outside the sky, two or three points in front of the rain mountain", to "flying down three thousand feet, suspected to be the Milky Way falling for nine days"......

It's not easy.

After the release, Zhu Ping'an's tears of excitement were about to flow out.

But

It was still too early to be happy, and after the release, a shudder that Zhu Ping'an's pants fell directly to the ground

Nima!

Looking at the pants under his feet, Zhu Ping'an wanted to cry without tears.

With Zhu Ping'an's current semi-crippled state, it is even more difficult for you to ask him to bend over and lift his pants than to ascend to the sky!

Zhu Ping'an tried twice, but all ended in failure, the pain is secondary, the key is that he can't bend down at all, because the wound on his hip has not healed, his legs can't be strong, he can't stand at all, let alone bend over......

A few minutes later.

Zhu Ping'an is still ...... Put on pants.

It's embarrassing.

It's such an adult, and you need someone to help you lift your pants!

After lying back on the bed, Zhu Ping'an's old face was hot, holding "The Art of War" in both hands, and he didn't turn a page for half a day.

After the painting of the little girl with a bun poured the night pot and brushed it, passing through the courtyard, a little face was red and red, hot and hot, although she had just finished brushing the night pot in the clean room, she had also washed her face several times, but the little face was still hot, and it was getting hotter and hotter, especially when the scene that made people blush kept reappearing in her mind, her little face was even redder and hotter......

"Oh, I'm so ashamed."

When that blushing scene reappeared in Hua'er's mind again, the little girl with the bun finally couldn't help but stretch out a pair of little fat hands to cover her face, her little face was flushed, and she barked like a cat in shame.

There is a little girl in the corner of the courtyard is watering the flowers, faintly heard a shy groan, and thought that I heard the kitten called spring, thinking about why a cat came to the yard, curious to look up and follow the sound, and then I saw the painting with a small face and red ears.

The little girl paused for a moment, seeing that Hua'er was covering her little face, her face was so red, and she thought that Hua'er was sick and uncomfortable, so she hurriedly trotted over with a small kettle and asked nervously, "Sister Hua'er, what's wrong with you, do you have a fever?" Oh, Sister Hua'er, why is your face so red? ”

"Gherkins, no, no, it's little yellow flowers, I don't have a fever, no. I'm just a little hot. Also, little yellow flower, why did you appear in front of me? It scared the other out of me. ”

When the little girl heard the voice of the little girl at first glance, she was startled, and when she looked up and saw the little girl, she was going to call her the name of "Little Yellow Flower", but she didn't expect to blurt out the three words "Little Gherkin", and then she thought of the scene that made people blush and heartbeat, and the little face of the painting couldn't help but be redder and hotter, as if she was embarrassed and pouted in shame after someone broke the unspeakable secret.

"Sister Hua'er, I didn't appear out of nowhere, I called you several times." Little Yellow Flower replied with some grievances.

"Oh well, that's when I was thinking about things too far. I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me, go get busy with you. You have to take care of those hostas, it will be flowering soon, and Miss likes it tightly. ”

The flush on Hua'er's face couldn't dissipate for a long time, and she was worried that Xiao Huanghua would see something, so she waved her hand, found a reason, and sent the little girl away.

"Is my face really red?"

After the little girl left, the maid under the bun turned around, stretched out her little fat hand and pinched her baby fat face, "Ah, it's really hot."

No, no, this won't work.

After returning to the bedroom door, the little girl with the bun stood up and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down for a while, feeling that her face was not so burning, and then walked in.

It's just that the footsteps of the painting walking in alarmed Zhu Ping'an, although the eyes of Zhu Ping'an only made contact for a very short moment, and the painting quickly lowered his head, but the frightened fawn in his heart suddenly hit his mind, his face was hot again, his body was weak, and he couldn't help but clamp his legs.

Hua'er lowered his head, like a frightened deer, peeked at Zhu Ping'an with his afterglow, and found that Zhu Ping'an had lowered his head to read, and couldn't help patting his pair of white rabbits, breathing a sigh of relief, fortunately, my uncle just glanced at it and lowered his head to read the book, and didn't see the scene of his shyness, otherwise he would have to find a hole to drill.