As long as there was no movement in the young prince's bed, Huaiyu would sleep soundly like a little rabbit huddled together at night.
Feeling someone lying down next to him, Huaiyu opened his eyes in confusion.
Her eyes were filled with red light, as if there was a scarf covering her face. The light came in and printed the hollow patterns on the scarf on her face, and the broken shadows were hazy.
The room was lit with red candles, and it seemed that it was not the small bed outside the young prince's bedroom, but the new wing room that he had moved into today?
Finding that she had woken up, Qin Shouan slowly took off his headscarf, lay beside her, and looked at the beauty under the swaying candlelight.
Huaiyu's cheeks were already delicate and fair, but they looked even more rosy and attractive under the candlelight. One side of her neck was shadowed and the other side was glowing, like a piece of transparent jade.
Just the blood vessels and muscles under the neck are beating slightly under the skin, causing the lips to part and exhale. The beauty is lazy and charming when she wakes up.
"Ugh..." Huaiyu snorted, still lying down and not getting up, so she reached out to unbutton his clothes out of habit, preparing to help him change, "The young prince is back!"
Her fingers touched the clothes and she looked down. It turned out that Qin Shouan had already changed into moon-white pajamas, and he was lying next to her with his cheek supported by one hand.
In other words, she slept on the same side as him, sleeping together.
As the eldest maid, Huaiyu would usually lie at the end of the bed even if she went to his bed, and then she would hold his feet in her arms to warm them, helping him expel the cold and warm his yang and kidneys.
"I seem to be doing something unnecessary." Qin Shouan said with a smile, and then motioned Huaiyu to look around the room.
Qin Shou'an's palm had been placed on her soft belly. Huaiyu held the back of his hand and craned his neck to look around curiously.
The room was not plastered with bright red happy characters.
The red candle swayed, making the silk quilt embroidered with peach blossoms glow with the color of vermilion.
Huaiyu touched the hijab with his other hand, and it turned out to be a bridal hijab painted with auspicious patterns such as mandarin ducks, osmanthus trees, and the full moon.
"Do you want to play house? Then I'll cover it up." Huaiyu took the bride's hijab and covered his own face, then clasped his hands together and placed them on his lower abdomen, obediently motionless.
Qin Shou'an scratched his head and looked at her with a straight face, but she couldn't see his expression clearly now, so Qin Shou'an laughed again.
In fact, when it comes to relationships between men and women, Qin Shou'an is not the traditional type who loves rituals and passionate expressions.
If he were still in the past world, he would not celebrate Valentine's Day or care about anniversaries.
Occasionally, I will give gifts, but I will not deliberately try to please the other person, surprise the other person, etc., so that I can also gain a sense of accomplishment, satisfaction, and self-movation.
But after all, Huaiyu grew up with him. When he was a child, he regarded her as a little girl. In reality, the relationship between him and her was that of a little boy and a big sister. After returning, their relationship was more of a warm and natural emotion.
Of course, there is also the spontaneous longing for the beautiful body of the opposite sex, instinctive heartbeat, and rational restraint under the control of hormones.
The relationship between him and Huaiyu was not the kind of passionate love between ordinary men and women.
But she was considerate and gentle to him, and she didn't mind using her body to bring him more enjoyment. As long as he needed it, she could serve him in any way.
So Qin Shou'an also thought about it, feeling a little pity for himself, but more of a lovely maid, it would be nice to put more thought into it and satisfy the "ceremonial sense" that all women like.
Who would have thought that he had been busy for a long time, trying to let her truly feel the atmosphere of the wedding room, but she regarded it as just playing house.
"Hey..." Qin Shouan sighed.
Huaiyu was about to ask why the young prince sighed, but Qin Shouan lowered his head and kissed her lips through the red hijab.
No matter how soft and delicate the fabric of the red hijab is, it can't compare to the bright red and tender lips of the woman. Huaiyu felt the touch of the lips was rough, but he couldn't help but let out a shallow whimper in his throat.
At this time, she finally understood Qin Shou'an's intentions, closed her eyes, reached out and gently hugged the little prince who was the best to her in the world.
She is just a big maid. To the entire palace and the world, she is just a dispensable shadow. She can be erased at will. She is a humble woman who has no qualifications to leave traces of her own existence.
When he was very young, he was brought to him and grew up with him. He knew that this person was a thousand times more noble than his own life. Sometimes when he looked at him quietly, he would have the desire to look up to him. Feel.
As he grew up slowly, he became so patient and gentle, which gave the three maids a particularly gentle temperament. Even if they were not around him, people in the house always said that there was something different about the three of you.
She was so willing to take care of him all her life and do the things of a big maid, but sometimes she would have the fantasy in her heart to treat him like a younger brother.
But this feeling can only occasionally seep out from daily care, but I dare not say it out.
Every time he calls someone "Sister Huaiyu", he feels so satisfied in his heart. He is not qualified to really be a sister, but he is willing to take care of him as his most precious brother.
Later he left. What could Huaiyu do?
She is just a mayfly in this huge palace. Even if she redeems herself, she doesn't know where to go.
He continued to do things in this familiar place, never without thinking that if he could wait until the young prince came back, there might be a chance to take care of him.
I don’t know how many years passed, but he really came back, and she returned to him as she wished.
The three maids were extremely happy surrounding him. You must know that when the three little sisters get together, the topic is always about everyone's favorite little prince. They chatter as if his affairs can make everyone talk about it. Three days and three nights.
At this time, he was already so handsome, and his eyes were still gentle and charming, but he would also pay attention to the fully mature bodies of the eldest maids like an adult, which made people feel ashamed and happy. The younger brother would regard the eldest sister as a woman.
Huaiyu has always felt that she is just someone who can give him whatever he wants. Even if he occasionally favors her and then forgets about her, it doesn't matter. Isn't that what a maid is like?
She never thought that he did not take her body casually, but carefully staged the scene of wedding flowers and candles.
"Young prince, you are so kind." Huaiyu pulled his head away from the two of them, with crimson tenderness in his dull eyes. His four lips touched each other directly, and he put his arms around his neck. .
In this life, she has always been the maid who takes care of the young prince's wishes, warms his bed and pushes the princess' waist for him.
If he thinks the bed is too narrow, she can lie on the corner of the bed.
If she still felt inconvenient to hug other women, she would sleep on the small bed outside and get up to take care of him while still listening to his voice.
This is the best thing. Huaiyu never wants to change anything because of his favor. It is best to always be like this.
"You'll see how good I really am."
"My maid already knows."
"You don't know anything, just like you always think that I don't have enough kidney energy."
"Oh...it would be better to have more kidney energy..."
Tiny pieces...the clothes fell to the ground...
Qin Shou'an's true energy swelled up, making the room brightly lit. His fingers flicked out, and the candles flew like fireflies, lighting all the unlit candles.
Who would turn off the lights on a wedding night? Of course, it is best to show every detail under the light.
You just like to have an affair in the dark.
The eldest maid whom the young prince was blessed with was an upright person.
"But little prince, what does it feel like to have sufficient kidney energy?"
"Huh? Haven't Yue Qing and Han Xin taught you anything? Don't you usually talk about adult topics?"
"No, they always laugh at me and say that I will wait for you, the young prince, to teach me... ugh..."
"They were very prescient."
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The smoke from the jade furnace curls up after drinking, and the bridal chamber is quiet.
In the brocade tent, the whispers are thicker, and under the silver candle, it's nice to take a closer look.
That person, it was clear last night that Xu Yi grew old together.
"Woo..."
"Stop whining, do you dare to say that the young prince's kidney energy is insufficient in the future?"
"I don't dare anymore."
"You can continue to study Bai Ji's massage techniques."
"Han Xin and Yue Qing learned well."
"The young prince has enough kidney energy. Do you want to give some to your good sisters?"
"Wow - the young prince is wise!"
"Stop whining..." Qin Shou'an kissed Huai Yu's lips again. Once this big maid started to "whin", Qin Shou'an felt that she was pitiful and cute, and he just wanted to hold her in his arms.
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In addition to being elegant and upright, he is also unique and touches people's hearts.
A day without thinking can bring about a thousand thoughts.
Apart from being upright, elegant, gentle, gentle, like an immortal king, stronger in martial arts, better in stick skills, and with unparalleled handwriting, what else is there about him that makes people miss him?
Not a bit left. If I don't think about him for a day, I just frown a few thousand times more, that's nothing.
——Liu Qiqi, "Day and Night Music·Yuanxiangtang Remembers the First Meeting"
In Yuezhi Fenglai Pavilion, Tang Wanrong was sitting at the desk, staring blankly at her arm that rolled up her sleeves.
The bright lights made the white arms feel even more warm and moist, and Tang Wanrong could not remember the gestures he used when writing.
It seems that he needs to be asked to write a few more times. For some reason, a faint blush appears on Tang Wanrong's cheeks... It may be that the night wind is lonely and unruly, and it is just teasing her randomly.
Tang Wanrong put down her sleeves and continued to copy the calligraphy.
Glancing at Hei Ji next to her, she was frowning. She seemed to have used up all her energy to feed herself. She was repeatedly drawing a thick and long black line on Tang Wanrong's priceless Tongtan paper.
Tang Wanrong is the richest woman in Xinqin. She is not a fussy person, but likes to calculate everything clearly. Since Hei Ji and Bai Ji came to the palace, many unnecessary expenses have increased a lot.
For example, the desk used by the ancient saint last time, such as the papers in front of me.
"What are you drawing?" Tang Wanrong only felt that the thick line drawn by Hei Ji would disturb people's mood and make it difficult for her to enter a state of mindlessness, so she tilted her head and asked.
"Knife, to be precise, this is the power of my sword." Heiji concentrated her attention and continued to draw the line calmly, gradually drawing the long and thick black line into the prototype of a pillar.
"Who can tell that this is a knife!" Tang Wanrong really wanted to make a "knife" like this according to her drawing and give it to her as a weapon.
"Pig-killing knife." Bai Ji raised the corner of her mouth slightly, as if pointing, and then continued to look at the night view of Longyin City with a telescope.
"I understood it from the prince's brushstrokes. He was able to condense his martial arts into momentum and attach it to calligraphy, so that people can benefit from it. So I also condensed my sword posture into this painting. "Hei Ji said with a serious look.
She has begun to dream that after her death, the scroll will be spread throughout the world. From then on, there will be a legend that "the one who gets the scroll of the female sword god will inherit her peerless swordsmanship."
"Female Sword God" is her new nickname.
"Then at least draw a handle, a sword, etc., so that people know you are a knife." Tang Wanrong turned a deaf ear to Bai Ji's interruption and sneered. Only a ghost could tell that what Hei Ji drew was a knife. .
"Can't you see?" Hei Ji frowned.
"No one can tell."
Hei Ji didn't believe it, and originally wanted to ask Bai Ji, but Bai Ji's calligraphy skills were not as good as Hei Ji's.
Her ability to appreciate paintings is limited to those pictures in forbidden books. She may not be able to understand such paintings that condense her practice of sword skills, form and spirit.
"I'll let the prince take a look at it some other time. His comments will finally convince you, right?" Hei Ji said confidently. We have already had a friendship with each other by taking a dip in the medicinal soup pool together.
Although it is not yet to the point where he is directly asked to do his best to help improve the martial arts realm of his sisters, there should be no problem in letting him appreciate the paintings and comment on them.
"His maid came to invite you to take a bath in the medicinal soup pool in the afternoon. Didn't you all refuse? Maybe he is not willing to give you a review." Tang Wanrong did not gloat about the misfortune, but analyzed it from an objective standpoint.
Hei Ji glared at Bai Ji.
Bai Ji was a little embarrassed. She was originally a prodigal woman who was good at romance.
Originally, he wanted to use a detached approach to control Qin Shou'an, just like other young heroes, middle heroes, old heroes, dead heroes, zombie heroes, etc., and be completely obedient to her.
Little did she know that today, she would be exposed unintentionally, and a flaw would appear in her heart.
Before the flaw was stabilized, it was no longer suitable to use methods to gain benefits from Qin Shou'an, so he had to refuse the proposal to soak in the medicinal soup with him.
"By the way, after the prince came back this afternoon, he asked the steward to rearrange the room for the eldest maid Huaiyu. It is a wing with a courtyard next to the prince."
Bai Ji quickly released some gossip news to divert attention and let everyone know that she still had channels for romance that they could not match.
Tang Wanrong walked to the window suspiciously, she didn't even know about this.
Of course, the servants in the palace did not dare to tell her about the prince's affairs without permission, lest the prince misunderstood that he was stirring up trouble and then had their heads blown off.
Hei Ji and Bai Ji didn't do anything serious in Langya Palace, but they became familiar with the maids of Haitang Chunwu. Could this be the Longyin Guard's innate ability to spy on intelligence?
"This is usually the treatment of a bed-warming maid." Bai Ji said firmly with a smile.
She got such news naturally because she went to Haitang Chunwu to inquire about it while Qin Shou'an was out.
Although the maids and stewards did not dare to say it clearly, there was nothing new in the backyard of this wealthy family. If there were slight changes, they could all guess the reason.
"Last time Huaiyu came to deliver a letter, I felt bad when I looked at her."
Tang Wanrong didn't know what she was thinking. She just felt that the weather in April was a little annoying, and she missed the iced sour plum soup she drank in June and July.
"What's wrong with her?" Heiji asked slightly worried.
Even though she was not interested in anything between men and women, under the influence of her younger sister, she understood that the so-called bed-warming maid was of course not just about warming the bed, but was actually an implicit way of saying that she would serve as a bed-warmer.
What Hei Ji is worried about is that if the prince becomes addicted to women because of this, he will become more interested in the bodies of sisters Hei Ji and Bai Ji.
If you want to get a chance to gain a breakthrough in martial arts from him in the future, you might have to actually betray your lust.
"I heard that Han Xin and Yue Qing already have a child. But Huaiyu has never been able to find a way out. The last time I saw her appearance, she looked like a virgin... Could it be that she is scheming and has never been able to do anything about it? Is she willing to have sex with her husband just to wait for the heir apparent?"
Tang Wanrong said, her tone getting colder. It's actually nothing for these big maids to have such scheming, it's normal.
But doesn’t Qin Shouan dislike others plotting against him? It seems like he really likes this kind of calculation.
"If that's true, I'm not as good as me!" Bai Ji said in shock.
She didn't expect Tang Wanrong to be able to think of such a situation. Even a Fengyue veteran like Bai Ji couldn't think of such a method.
"You are thinking too much. In my opinion, Huaiyu, a big maid, does not have that kind of scheming mind."
Hei Ji analyzed with certainty, "Didn't Bai Ji analyze it last night? The Crown Prince is powerless in those aspects, so we taught Huaiyu the secret method to enable the Crown Prince to obtain a three-breath true man."
"What you mean is that it was probably Huaiyu who used this secret method, and the prince had a rare opportunity to use the three-breath secret method on Huaiyu?" Bai Ji understood her sister's meaning and suddenly realized.
The two sisters looked at each other and nodded in relief.
If this was just the case, and Qin Shou'an hadn't started on the path of sexual desire, then the two sisters might still not have to pay too much in their subsequent consultations.
The night breeze was cool and felt like ice and snow. When the two sisters came back to their senses, they found that there seemed to be a chill in Tang Wanrong's eyes, which made people feel like they were falling into an ice cellar. Hei Ji and Bai Ji quickly hugged each other to keep warm.
Tang Wanrong stared at them for a while, then gradually calmed down, feeling that there was nothing wrong with Qin Shou'an. Both father and son were romantics, so how could they have such hidden diseases? What kind of secret skills did Hei Ji and Bai Ji need?
Three breaths...one, two, three...is enough for what?
Last night Qin Shou'an wrote to Tang Wanrong. From the moment her arm was touched by him to the time Tang Wanrong accidentally knocked over the tea bowl while drinking water, it was far more than three breaths.
If he only had three breaths, who would care about such a man?
No, what Tang Wanrong meant was that other women wouldn't care about it either... It doesn't seem right to say that. Anyway... Forget it, it's all her own psychological activities. It doesn't matter if she can't explain it clearly. She just needs to keep her body and mind upright. .
I updated one chapter of the old book today, so the new book can only update one big chapter. Tomorrow I will start writing a new book wholeheartedly, and there will no longer be any old books to eat from.
Of course, the old book will also write a side story called Weiyang Gongxia, which will be completed as soon as possible without delaying the update of the new book.
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