The night is just beginning, the red candles are swaying, the remaining stars are twinkling, and the moonlight is blurred.
The Liu Mansion fell into silence, except for a battle of blood and fire going on in Young Master Liu's room.
At the beginning, he was very narrow, but his talents allowed him to understand others...
Young Master Liu muttered a few words, and with his face flushed, the bed curtains started to move automatically without any wind.
The moonlight was gradually setting in the sky, and the sound of roosters could be heard in the room. Young Master Liu's voice begging for mercy could be heard faintly in the room: "Madam, whether you can conceive a baby is God's will. It really has nothing to do with the number of times. Let's rest. Really. forgive me."
The beautiful woman's charming voice came: "Husband..."
The voice is as gentle as water, even steel will turn into softness around the fingers: "Madam, one last time, otherwise both sides will definitely suffer losses. Can you get up tomorrow?"
The rooster crows twice, and a white light rises faintly from the horizon. It is already the fifth watch: "Madam, what did your wet nurse teach you? I can swear, my husband can swear that whether you can conceive a baby really has nothing to do with the number of times. Rest. OK?"
Finally everything merged into silence, and the sound of deep sleep came from the room.
As the sun rose, Ying'er prepared the toiletries as usual and came to Young Master Liu's door: "Master, wake up and wash up."
After knocking on the door several times, there was no response. Ying'er opened the door in confusion. This was what Liu Mingzhi had promised. As long as she didn't answer, she must push the door in quickly. Young Master Liu had been kidnapped many times and had been detained. A shadow fell on my heart.
Ying'er walked in lightly with a wooden basin in her hand. She was relieved when she heard a cry from above the bed. It seemed that the young master just slept a little and was not kidnapped. After putting down the basin, Ying'er planned to pull him out. Lift the gauze in front of the window.
"Yeah!" Ying'er shouted, then looked at the scattered clothes on the ground with a red face. This was something that had never happened before.
Sure enough, Ying'er's cry woke up Young Master Liu who was still sleeping. He opened his sleepy eyes and Young Master Liu yawned: "Is it Ying'er? What time is it?"
"Master, it's daylight and the sun has risen. Master, are you okay?"
"It's okay, it's okay. I had a little temper with the young madam yesterday and had a fight, but I didn't hit your young madam. Heh..."
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, it's okay, just turn around first."
"oh!"
Young Master Liu chuckled as he looked at the lazy Qi Yun and leaned into his ear and said, "Madam, let me tell you, you will definitely not be able to get up today."
Qi Yun gave her husband a charming look, pulled the quilt around her body and continued to sleep.
After putting on his clothes rustlingly, Young Master Liu put on his shoes and stood up. He threw himself on the ground with a plop, almost knocking on the stool.
Ying'er hurriedly turned around and helped her young master up: "Master, what's wrong with you?"
"My foot slipped, it's okay."
"Master, let me help you do it. Did you twist your foot?"
"No need to help, no need to help, the young master is fine, Ying'er, starting from today the young master has a nickname, quite domineering, nine times in one night, the young master is not bragging to you, this is obtained through historical research and the young master's personal practice. His nickname, young master, isn’t he awesome?”
"Young Master is the most powerful, sit down quickly."
"You don't need to support me. The young master is in good health. How can the wind and waves be so strong that the vast ocean can be subdued in the first step? Impossible!"
Looking at the stubborn young master, Ying'er had no choice but to loosen her hands supporting Young Master Liu, and with a plop, Young Master Liu fell softly on the stool again.
"Master!"
"What's that? Ying'er, please give me some help. The shoes don't fit."
"Okay, Master, please slow down."
As soon as she came out from behind the dim screen, Ying'er cried out in surprise: "Master, your face is so pale."
"Don't talk nonsense. How can the young master's face be pale when he is not sick? You must be dazzled."
Seeing that the young master did not believe her words, Ying'er pouted and took out a bronze mirror and put it in front of Young Master Liu: "Master, see for yourself."
"Ah, ghost!" Young Master Liu in the mirror looked pale, with sunken eye sockets and scruffy hair.
"Is this me, young master?" Young Master Liu held up the bronze mirror in disbelief.
"Master, the person here is you."
Young Master Liu endured the pain in his back and turned around to look at the position of the bed with a sad expression on his face: "I just said it doesn't matter the number of times. It doesn't matter. I thought it would be fine if people who practice martial arts are stronger. Were you a water pump in your last life?"
"Master, do you want to find a doctor for you?"
"Ying'er, you think our family has a big business, so waste is very bad. Shouldn't we be more frugal?"
Ying'er pouted and nodded sharply: "The young master is right, it's really not good to waste food."
"So, those thousand-year-old ginseng, hundred-year-old ginseng and so on are definitely becoming less and less effective if they are piled up in the warehouse. How can the young master be the kind of spendthrift who is despised by others? Let's go to the kitchen and give instructions. The young master boiled half a bowl of ginseng soup to drink. To eliminate waste, start with the young master."
"Ah?" Ying'er opened her mouth slightly and looked at her young master strangely. Doesn't the young master hate ginseng soup the most?
"Ah what? Go quickly!"
"oh oh."
"etc!"
"Master?"
"Well, put some wolfberry and angelica in it. The young master likes red things recently, and suddenly he likes them. You said this is wrong."
"Okay, Master, do you need anything else?"
"Remember to put some rouge on the young master when you come back and cover his eye sockets."
"Don't you, Master, dislike powder the most? You said that a man would never put on those things."
"Hey, there's no need to waste it. The young master said you should save money, so go ahead."
Half an hour later, Ying'er came back with a wooden tray and a small bowl on it: "Master, have some soup."
"Is it hot?"
"It's cold now, the temperature is just right."
"Put it down. I'll try to see if my kitchen skills have improved." After clapping for a long time, the spoon and the porcelain bowl struck a note: "Ying'er, why don't you feed me? The young lady rewarded the young master's hand yesterday. I can’t use my strength.”
Ying'er picked up the ginseng soup and carefully fed the young master to drink the soup one spoon at a time.
A quarter of an hour later, Young Master Liu patted his chest: "Young Master's body can kill a cow, Ying'er, do you believe it?"
Ying'er carefully wiped off the water stains for the young master with a handkerchief and smiled sweetly: "Ying'er will believe whatever the young master says!"
"Ying'er is still good. Stop talking and wash your face first. For the first time, the young master eats without even washing up. Your young lady is very powerful, and the young master is no match for her."
Ying'er wrung out the towel and handed it to Young Master Liu: "Master, wipe your face. Ying'er will wait for Madam to change."
"Wait a minute." Young Master Liu stopped Ying'er with an unnatural look on his face: "Young Madam is not feeling well today. We will just send someone to bring breakfast over later."
"I understand, Master."
Young Master Liu wiped his face, asked Ying'er to apply rouge carefully a few times, and then walked toward the main hall with floating steps, like a space dance.
As soon as Young Master Liu arrived in the main hall, only Liu Zhi'an was still sitting there drinking tea, and the others had long since disappeared.
"Your mother left some food for you. Eat it quickly or it will get cold."
Young Master Liu suddenly crowded on the stool next to Liu Zhi'an and winked: "Old man, let's discuss something!"
Liu Zhi'an put down his tea cup in confusion: "What are we discussing?"
Young Master Liu looked embarrassed, scratched his ears and cheeks and said, "Is this powder really that useful?"
Liu Zhi'an was startled and slapped his hand on the table: "You bastard, we are father and son. Do you want to talk about this kind of issue with a father?"
The sound of chopsticks falling to the ground made the sound of chopsticks falling to the ground. The corner of Young Master Liu's mouth twitched. It was indeed retribution. These words were vaguely familiar, as if he had heard them somewhere.
"What's that? My son doesn't have any other meaning. Isn't this why I have become interested in medical skills recently? I just want to use it to study the ingredients. I really have no other meaning. Seeing as my son is so eager to learn, either, or... Give me some research.”
Liu Zhi'an clasped his forehead with an unnatural expression: "Ahem, cough, cough...it's gone, feed the dog."
"What the hell? Didn't you say you had some personal stuff yesterday?"
"I told you to feed the dog and get out after eating."
"Zhi'er, Mom was afraid that the rice would get cold, so she asked the kitchen to cook another one for you." Mrs. Liu walked in with a radiant face and a rosy face carrying a plate of food.
Mr. Liu looked at the old man in surprise and blinked his eyes. Hey, you are still strong. Are you planning to add a new member?
"Ahem, what about that? I still have an account book that I haven't checked yet. I'm going to the study room first. Boy, go and warm up your books after dinner."
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