In the Qingxin Courtyard, Xiao Changxi and Empress Xiao were gathered around. How to guard against the aristocratic family in the future, and how to attack the Qin Mansion, this topic was discussed until very late.
The two women first knelt on the bed and then moved to sitting on the bedside.
After chatting for a long time, maybe it was too late and the two women were a little tired. So at Xiao Changxi's suggestion, the two women got under the quilt and continued chatting.
After they lay down wrapped in quilts, they chatted for almost a quarter of an hour. As the temperature in the quilt got higher and higher, the two women became more and more sleepy.
Gradually, the voices of the two women talking became quieter and quieter, and their eyelids began to tremble.
Xiao Changxi wrapped herself in a quilt and said in a daze:
"Sister, it's getting late. Let's talk about this for today. If anything happens, let's talk tomorrow."
Empress Xiao hummed softly when she heard the words, no longer trying to keep herself up, and slowly closed her eyes.
Before all senses were completely plunged into darkness, the two women frowned in unison.
[It seems that there is another very important thing that you haven’t done yet? But what happened? ]
[Forget it, don’t think about it anymore, let’s talk about it at dawn. ]
Thinking of this, the two women quickly fell into sleep.
...
Half an hour ago.
After taking a bath, Yang Zijun changed into a bright red dress with a chest-length myrobalan skirt and blew out the candles.
Under the faint moonlight, Yang Zijun pulled Maotu, who had also changed into a bright red skirt, and sneaked out of the room.
After carefully closing the door, Yang Zijun took a look at Xiao Changxi's room next door.
Then he took Maotu and walked quickly towards the entrance of the courtyard.
Maotu bit her lip lightly and followed Yang Zijun step by step. As Yang Zijun was about to walk out the door, Maotu finally asked the question that troubled her so much.
"Miss, it's so late. Are we really going to listen to the story when we go to the young master's place?"
Yang Zijun, whose face was covered with red gauze, heard a trace of determination in his eyes.
She held Uatu's hand tightly, turned her head, and said matter-of-factly:
"Of course, don't you want to know whether White Snake regained her memory later?"
When Uotu heard this, a trace of desire flashed in his eyes.
"Of course I want to know."
But as soon as he said these words, Maotu thought of something else, and his pretty face turned red.
She stepped forward, hugged Yang Zijun's arm, organized her words, and said:
"But what if the young master becomes lustful?"
"My servant heard from Si Snake that it is the first time that a woman fights in the bridal chamber. Only when a woman is beaten to bleed can she be considered a good woman and be recognized by her husband."
"This slave feels pain just thinking about it. Miss, tell me why such a strange rule has been set since ancient times!"
(If Si Snake were here, he would definitely shout at Yang Zijun.)
(The slave family was wronged! The slave family was annoyed by Mao Tu’s questions at first, but they were too embarrassed to speak directly. In the end, they could only vaguely describe the matter as a fight.)
(The Nu family didn’t know that this little girl, Maotu, actually believed it!)
When Yang Zijun heard this, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.
In the carriage before, Maotu said that they were going to fight when they entered the bridal chamber. She thought it was a joking kind of fight!
She was even ready to admit defeat.
After all, I slept with my cousin a few days ago, and I never heard her mention a fight!
Didn’t my cousin say that that’s all?
But there was no turning back when the bow was fired, and Yang Zijun quickly strengthened his belief.
She also thought about it. Since she would inevitably be beaten by her husband when entering the bridal chamber, she would just bear it.
She just muttered silently in her heart, hoping that Lang Jun would give her a gentler beating for the sake of her taking the initiative to come to her door.
Yang Zijun stopped, turned to face Maotu, and asked with an extremely serious expression:
"Come on Xiaoyan (Maotu's real name)."
When Maotu heard Yang Zijun calling her real name, she immediately stood up straight and timidly shouted:
"Slave, here."
Yang Zijun nodded slightly and said seriously:
"Xiaoyan, although you and I didn't grow up together, after getting along these days, I really treat you as a sister."
"Otherwise, I wouldn't have taken you with me when I expressed my feelings to Qin Lang."
"Now, although Qin Lang has admitted your identity, it is only in name only."
"Qin Lang will enter the army tomorrow. I don't know how long it will take Lang Jun to come back this time."
"I won't hide it from you. I will take you to find him tonight, just to enter the bridal chamber with Mr. Lang and become his real little wife."
Having said this, the corners of Yang Zijun's mouth turned up slightly, and a blush appeared on his fair face.
And Maotu in front of her took a breath of cold air, she was just wondering!
After all, based on her understanding, how could her young lady, who was the most calm and composed person, go to Qin Lang's room so late at night just to listen to a story?
Hearing Yang Zijun's explanation at this time, Maotu immediately understood.
[Miss Qingqing spent the whole night in order to sacrifice herself! But at such an important moment, why did the young lady take the slave family with her? ]
Thinking of this, Maotu frowned slightly.
[Is it possible that the lady is afraid that she will not be able to resist the beating? Then she thought about asking the slave to help her share some of the burden? ]
[Well, that must be the case. Why. Forget it, whose slave is not only good at martial arts, but also her personal maid! ]
[After all, the slave family has to bear everything! ]
While Maotu was thinking about how to help his young lady and endure the severe beating from her husband.
Yang Zijun's cold voice sounded again.
"Xiaoyan, if you are afraid of pain, or if you don't want to become Mr. Lang's real little wife today, it's still not too late to go back to Qingxinyuan."
Mao Tu felt warm after hearing this. Although she knew that her young lady felt sorry for her when she said this, as Yang Zijun's personal maid, how could she bear to let her be beaten alone?
[With the young lady’s small body, what if Qin Lang accidentally breaks it? ]
Thinking of this, Mao Tu shook his head vigorously, then took Yang Zijun's hand and said with a worried face:
"Miss, I will accompany you. If the husband insists on beating me, just let him beat me."
Yang Zijun felt warm in his heart and his eyes were a little sore.
She raised her chin and blinked her eyes. It took a while before she broke away from the emotional emotion.
Yang Zijun lowered his head and patted Mao Tu's little hand, and said softly:
"Don't worry, Xiaoyan. When we fight in the bridal chamber, I will ask the young master to be gentle."
Maotu hummed, patted his plump chest with a smile, and said confidently:
"My martial arts practice for so many years is not in vain. It's just a few beatings. I'm sure I can withstand it."
"Miss, you can rest assured."
Yang Zijun thought about it and felt that what Mao Tu said made sense, and his nervous mood suddenly relaxed.
"Then let's go quickly. If we go late, maybe Lang Jun will fall asleep."
Maotu nodded and said:
"Yes, miss."
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