Chapter 18: Be patient

"Brother Azhui, you are so awesome just now. You are much better than my brother!"

As soon as Jiang Yunzhuo came to the stand, Li Xiangling happily greeted him.

Her voice was light and her smile was full of joy, like a nimble and beautiful lark.

Jiang Yunzhuo ignored her, walked past her and came straight to Huarong, and asked condescendingly: "Why are you here?"

Li Xiangling was quite dissatisfied with being ignored, and fixed his cold gaze on Hua Rong. Hua Rong naturally did not dare to complain, so she lowered her head and said, "Back to the third young master, my servant accidentally patched up the second young lady's fan."

The recognition of Hua Rong made Li Xiangling's face look better. She wanted to take advantage of the situation to show her magnanimity, but she heard Jiang Yunzhuo's cold accusation: "You are the maid of Zhongyong Bo's house, what?" Is it time for outsiders to take the lead?"

This was said to Huarong, but it was Li Xiangling who was blamed.

Li Xiangling has always been favored since she was a child. Since her eldest sister became the princess, she has gained an even more prominent position among the noble ladies of these aristocratic families.

Knowing that she liked Jiang Yunzhuo, no one dared to compete with her at the flower viewing party last time. Who would have thought that today Jiang Yunzhuo would embarrass her for a lowly maid.

Li Xiangling was extremely angry, but he didn't want to offend Jiang Yunzhao, so he suppressed his temper and defended: "Brother Azhui, it was she who broke my ball fan first..."

Jiang Yunzhuo tilted his head, and his cold eyes fell on Li Xiangling's face: "Is there not even a single embroiderer who can be used in the huge Yong'an Marquis Mansion?"

The aristocratic families in Hanjing all have several embroiderers in their mansions. Li Xiangling insisted on finding Huarong to repair the round fan. It seemed that he had an ulterior motive.

Jiang Yunzhuo's tone was quite serious, and he only managed to expose Li Xiangling's thoughts. After all, Li Yi felt sorry for his sister, and stepped forward to smooth things over at the right time.

Wine and food were prepared in the house, but Jiang Yunzhuo took Hua Rong and left regardless of her efforts to stay.

After kneeling for more than half an hour, she felt pain like pins and needles in her knees when she stood up. Huarong walked unsteadily and fell forward. The next moment, her body was suddenly suspended in the air.

Jiang Yunzhuo directly picked her up from the waist.

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on the two of them. Huarong was frightened and frightened, and she begged in a low voice: "I'm fine, please. Third Young Master, please let me down."

Jiang Yunzhuo ignored it and took Huarong to the medical clinic again.

The injury was not serious, and the doctor only prescribed a bottle of medicated oil for Jiang Yunzhuo.

When Hua Rong saw that he had no intention of giving the medicinal oil to her, her heart was in doubt, and then she heard Jiang Yunzhuo ask: "Are you going to take it off yourself or should I do it myself?"

His attitude is very strong, just like when he is on the racecourse, he can keep the ball in his hands as long as he wants.

Huarong didn't dare to resist, so she obediently lifted the hem of her skirt above her knees.

She was born white, and her legs were white, tender and slender, as delicate as milk. The bruises on her knees looked hideous and terrifying.

Jiang Yunzhuo poured some medicated oil and rubbed it on his palms, then placed it on her knees.

The palm of his hand was hot, and the moment he touched it, her face shivered from the heat.

Although the two had already had an in-depth contact, there was not much feeling of skin-to-skin contact through their clothes at that time, and it was not as ambiguous as now.

Jiang Yunzhuo paused and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Huarong just wanted everything to end quickly and shook her head quickly.

She was very nervous, her eyes were wandering and she didn't dare to look at him, and the ends of her eyes were very red.

It resonates with the tender and smooth skin under the palm of your hand and captivates people's hearts.

Jiang Yunzhuo's Adam's apple rolled up. He held Hua Rong's calf with his other hand and said solemnly: "Be patient."