After a brief silence, Murong Fu asked: "Your name is Qing'er? What is your full name?"
"Sir, I don't have a name. The Queen Mother gave me the name Qing'er. From now on, I can only be called Qing'er."
The girl looked respectful.
Concubine?
The character enters the game quite quickly.
Murong Fu then asked about her life experience, and the other party's answers were fluent and flawless, so that he could not find any flaws.
However, this girl always gave him a vague sense of familiarity. He felt that he should have seen this young girl before, but he couldn't remember it.
Not long after, the two returned to the mansion.
After introducing Qing'er to the servants of the housekeeper, Murong Fu asked people to take her down to bathe and change clothes, and he also took a bath.
Otherwise, the scent of his body mixed with the incense of Li Qiushui's bedroom would make him feel uncomfortable all the time.
After changing into clean clothes, Murong Fu went directly to Yipintang without stopping, where he performed his official duties and taught martial arts to Xixia officers.
Only in the evening did he return to the house.
Qing'er, who was already familiar with the environment here, immediately came out and fragrant meals were already prepared in the room.
At first glance, Murong Fu saw that they were all the ones he usually eats. After sitting down and tasting them, he found that even the taste was the same. He knew that it was not the young man in front of him who made the food, but the cook at home. Otherwise, even if the other party learned from it in half a day, No matter how similar they are, they can't taste exactly the same.
He is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but can't even cook. Do you really think that I have been taken advantage of and married to a vase to look after myself?
Murong Fu glanced at the other person without any trace, thinking that apart from his good figure, his appearance was not stunning, which really made him not interested.
After dinner, Murong Fu called Qing'er into the room.
Qing'er's face changed slightly, and there was a trace of struggle in her eyes, but in the end she followed him, but she held a small jade bottle in her palm.
Murong Fu returned to the room, sat down on an imperial chair, and said in a lazy tone: "Bring me a basin of water to wash my feet!"
Since you want to play, let’s see who plays first!
Although he didn't know why Li Qiu Shui was still wary of him, he was not a submissive person. No matter how the other party manipulated him, he would naturally have to make amends with Qing'er.
Qing'er was originally very nervous, but after hearing his words, she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then cheered and said, "I'll go right now."
After that, he ran away as if running away.
"Uh...could this be the training Li Qiushui was talking about?"
He was so excited to have the other party bring a basin of water to wash his feet, which made Murong Fu feel helpless to complain.
I thought to myself, this is nothing like playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting. I think playing the piano, string instruments and singing is pretty much the same.
Not long after, Qing'er came over with a basin of hot water.
Murong Fu didn't show any intention of taking action on his own, he looked at her like an uncle.
Although Qing'er had never washed anyone's feet, she had never eaten pork and had seen pigs running around. So she slowly knelt down and took off Murong Fu's shoes and socks. Fortunately, the smell was not as bad as she imagined. There is just a slight nose-wrinkling smell of sweat, but it's not completely unacceptable.
Putting Murong Fu's feet in the basin, Qing'er stretched out a pair of hands as white as jade and gently scrubbed them.
The other party's movements were very jerky and slow. Although Murong Fu was slightly dissatisfied, he didn't say anything.
However, what he didn't notice was that when Qing'er lowered her head to wash his feet, even though she tried her best to restrain herself, her eyes were still mist-filled involuntarily, and she felt extremely aggrieved.
After wiping Murong Fu's feet clean, Qing'er got up to pour water.
Murong Fu looked at her slim figure and said, "Come back and warm my bed after washing your hands!"
handwashing? And warm the bed?
Qing'er almost couldn't help but pour the foot-washing water on the other person's face, but in the end she reluctantly said yes.
When Murong Fu saw the other party leaving, he couldn't help but smile.
Not long after, when Qing'er came back, she saw him sitting on the Taishi chair practicing kung fu. When she was curious to look at him for a moment, Murong Fu opened his eyes and glanced at the bed beside him. The meaning was self-evident.
A trace of shame and anger appeared on Qing'er's face, but for fear of being discovered by the other party, she turned around and walked to the bed and lay down honestly.
With an uneasy feeling, she kept leaning against the bed, staring at Murong Fu who was not far away. After waiting for him to finish practicing, if he dared to do anything wrong to her, she would teach him a lesson with the sad breeze in her hand. other side.
However, after waiting for a long time, she still didn't see the other person go to bed, as if she had forgotten that she was there.
Due to her high concentration, she soon felt a wave of sleepiness coming over her, and she vaguely wanted to fall asleep.
But she quickly cheered up again, knowing that she couldn't sleep, at least not before the person in front of her. Otherwise, if something really happened, she wouldn't even have a chance to regret it.
Qing'er really didn't know why the Queen Mother put herself in danger. What if... what if an accident really happened between the two of them? Would she have no choice but to marry the person in front of her?
Although Li Yanzong looks handsome and has strong martial arts skills, he is a little older, but fortunately he is also enthusiastic and not so rigid...
Qing'er couldn't help but think of the scene when the other party helped take down the paper kite in the palace that day, and she became more curious about the person in front of her.
Unconsciously, she felt her eyelids feel heavy and slowly closed her eyes.
Early next morning.
Qing'er woke up from her sleep. The warm and comfortable feeling of letting go of her guard made her want to stretch.
But when she stretched her waist, she accidentally bumped into something. When she reacted, she suddenly remembered that she was not in the palace. She was so startled that she almost screamed.
Fortunately, she quickly covered her lips so that she didn't make any noise that alerted the people behind her.
Qing'er quickly checked the clothes on her body and found nothing wrong except for being a little messy, and then she felt relieved.
She looked back at Murong Fu, and when she saw that he hadn't woken up yet, she carefully opened the quilt and got out of bed.
Just when she was about to leave like this quietly, Murong Fu's voice came from behind: "Next time, remember not to wear a coat to sleep. There will be too much noise when turning over, which will disturb the peace."
Qing'er's movements were stagnant, her eyes were filled with embarrassment, and she didn't know how to answer, so she ran out of the room without covering up.
Looking at the other party's fleeing figure, Murong Fu's eyes flashed with a hidden light, and he said with a smile in his heart: "Who do I think she is? It turns out she is a noble princess, and this old witch is willing to give up."
Murong Fu had long suspected the identity of the other party, and he was already familiar with the obvious stiffness in some facial expressions when wearing a mask, so he decided to test it.
After Qing'er fell asleep, Murong Fu took off her mask, and a delicate and dexterous face appeared in front of him. If it wasn't the Princess of Yinchuan, who else could it be?
