The curtain moved slightly.
Under the dim candlelight, a delicate figure was reflected on the tent, her hair rippling, and she slowly took off her clothes.
A bare hand stretched out from the tent.
The snow-white fox fur was gently placed on the soft chair beside the bed.
This boudoir is actually just a partition in the study.
The two rooms are connected to each other, separated only by half-moon-shaped curtains on both sides.
The exquisite beauty soft couch is not far from the bed.
Miss Qin Er would rest here every time she felt sleepy. It had been a long time since she had returned to her original room.
Song Ruyue turned her back to the bed, sat on the beauty couch, and read quietly under the candlelight.
When he turned around, he could see the delicate figure reflected on the curtain.
She flipped through a few pages of the book, glanced back, and asked doubtfully: "Wei Mo, what are you doing sitting there? Aren't you sleepy? You haven't taken off your socks and skirt, right? Do you need mother's help?"
Qin Weimo's weak voice immediately came from the curtain: "No, mother, Weimo...take off..."
Not long after.
A pair of snow-white socks stretched out from inside and fell on the soft chair outside.
Then, the plain white belt and skirt...
Finally, the jade hairpin on his head was taken off, and his hair was spread down.
The delicate figure sitting on the curtain finally slowly lay down and got under the quilt.
There was silence in the room.
Song Ruyue sat on the sofa and continued to flip through the book quietly.
Outside the house, Zhu'er and Qiu'er's little faces were pale with fright. Their legs were so weak that they almost sat on the ground.
It's approaching midnight.
Song Ruyue seemed to feel a little tired from sitting.
She yawned, stretched, got off her bed, and walked towards the bed in the cubicle.
The two people lying on the bed suddenly tensed up at the same time and began to tremble.
"call--"
Song Ruyue walked to the bedside and blew out the red candle next to her.
Then he looked at the bed, stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to open the curtain and take a look, but when he reached halfway, he retracted it and whispered to himself: "Weimo slept so soundly tonight, and he didn't even cough. Oh...don't wake her up..."
After saying that, he turned around and left, heading towards the door.
Under the quilt, the two tight bodies began to relax slowly.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Song Ruyue, who was about to walk to the door, suddenly stopped and murmured to herself: "How about...sleep on Weimo's bed tonight? That girl has already fallen asleep, I'll sneak up and sleep, it should be fine."
The two people huddled under the quilt on the bed trembled again, their whole bodies tense.
"Forget it, let's sleep on the beauty's couch... The beauty's couch is specially prepared for beauties..."
Song Ruyue went over and opened the door gently, and whispered to the maids and grandmothers who were still holding their breath and guarding outside faithfully: "Go back to bed. I will sleep here tonight, and I will go back by myself tomorrow morning. .”
The maids and nuns immediately breathed a sigh of relief, bowed, and retreated silently.
Song Ruyue looked at Qiu'er and Zhu'er next to her and said, "You go to the side room to sleep, there is no need to keep vigil. Weimo slept very quietly tonight and didn't cough anymore. I'm watching in the room."
Qiu'er and Zhu'er quickly lowered their heads and said, "Yes, madam."
When Song Ruyue closed the door and returned to the beauty's bed, the two little maids' legs suddenly went weak and they almost fell to the ground.
The two of them supported each other and went to the side room opposite, thinking secretly at the same time: "What to do, what to do, my uncle is still in there..."
Song Ruyue returned to the beauty's couch and lay down sideways with a graceful curve. She pulled a fleece blanket from the side and covered her body.
Soon, I closed my eyes.
Silence returned to the room.
On the table in the corner, there was still a thick red candle burning silently.
On the bed, under the soft and hazy curtain.
The two huddled under the quilt, looked at each other, and both avoided it.
The girl's beautiful cheeks were covered with blush, her eyes were shining, and she looked shy and charming in the darkness.
The dress on her body has been taken off, and she is only wearing a moon-white undergarment, revealing her snow-white shoulders and collarbones, and a pair of soft and delicate feet, placed unnaturally, touching the calf of the young man next to her.
The hair scattered on the pillow was like soft satin, spread under the two bodies.
The two of them lay there, not daring to move.
After a long time.
It was still silent outside.
At this time, Luo Qingzhou, who had been stiff for a long time, finally moved his body carefully and looked at the shy and charming girl beside him.
The charming fragrance and the girl's hot breath hit my face.
Luo Qingzhou whispered: "She should be asleep...I will..."
The little hand in the quilt suddenly covered his mouth.
From the beauty's couch outside, Song Ruyue's voice suddenly came: "Weimo, did you just speak? Are you feeling unwell? Do you need my mother to see you?"
Luo Qingzhou's heart skipped a beat and his body stiffened again.
The girl's little hand still covered his mouth, and she shook her head slightly, her mouth closed, and there was no response.
After a while.
Song Ruyue's muttering came from outside: "It's really strange tonight. This girl didn't even cough. Did those medicines work? God bless..."
The girl's eyelashes trembled, she bit her lip gently, her face turned red, and her head moved inward, sticking to his neck.
The little hand was still covering his mouth and didn't take it away.
Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to move.
It was quiet outside.
The cold wind was still whistling outside the window, and snowflakes were falling.
The night passed quietly.
Early in the morning.
In the Tingyu Garden on a moonlit night, a figure sneaked up to the lake in the wind and snow, looked around for a while, then walked to the lake, with a face full of disappointment, pursed his lips and muttered: "Not here. "
She stood by the lake for a while, then walked to the corner, untied the belt around her slender waist, took off her skirt and clothes, revealing a slender girl's body as white as jade in the wind and snow.
"Plop!"
She jumped into the warm lake water and closed her eyes comfortably.
After soaking for a while, Fang lay down on the rock where Luo Qingzhou often lay in the shallow water, and closed his eyes with enjoyment on his face.
After a while, she opened her eyes again, sighed, and murmured: "It's a pity that my uncle is not here. If only I could play with my uncle... Mandarin ducks playing in the water... Bah, bah, bah, I don't want it! I want to do this forever. This beautiful, pure, pink and tender flower should not be stained by a perverted uncle!"
Not long after.
Another cold figure, holding a sword in his hand, came to the lake silently.
She suddenly heard the sound of splashing water coming from the corner, her eyes narrowed, she clenched the sword in her hand, walked around the flowerbed next to her, then stretched her head and peeked into the lake.
A snow-white figure was lying on a rock in the water. Its two small hands were paddling restlessly in the water, and its body was twisting gently, as if it thought it was a fish.
Apart from her, there was no other figure.
The cold girl hiding in the flowers exhaled softly and was about to leave. She frowned suddenly and continued to wait patiently, looking at the door in the distance.
The cold wind is howling and snowflakes are falling.
The girl held a cold sword in her hand and squatted among the flowers, waiting motionless.
He asked her to come here often to bathe.
Bai Ling said that he actually wanted to take a peek at her body, so he encouraged her to come here to take a bath.
But, will he peek at her?
Even if he wanted to peek, he would only peek at Bai Ling, right?
The girl was thinking in a daze among the flowers until Bai Ling came ashore and suddenly found her.
"Hey, Chanchan, why are you squatting here? It's shocking. You...you don't come here specifically to peek at others taking a bath, right? Wow, little Chanchan, it turns out you are such a person!"
When Bai Ling found her, he hugged her without even wearing any clothes and started to make a fuss, trying to drag her into the water again.
He didn't stop until he saw her face turning pale and her body shaking.
"Chanchan, are you still afraid of water when I'm here? Look at you, you're so scared? It's very shallow here, and there are a lot of rocks in it. You can stand on it."
"If you don't learn how to get into the water, you won't be able to play with me in the future... Hehe, mandarin ducks are playing in the water."
The cold figure broke away from her and left quickly.
Not long after.
She came outside the small courtyard and stared blankly at the closed door for a while. Then she walked silently to the eaves, held her sword and stood there lonely.
Until dawn.
Luo Qingzhou didn't feel sleepy at all.
The girl clinging to his arms had a hot face and didn't seem to be asleep.
The two of them didn't dare to speak or move. They could only wait silently for dawn in this awkward posture.
When the sky is dark.
Song Ruyue, who was lying on the beauty's couch outside, finally got up and sat in the darkness for a while before getting off the couch, went over to open the door, and left quietly.
Silence returned to the room.
Another moment passed.
Luo Qingzhou finally breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to the girl in his arms: "Second Miss, your mother is gone..."
The girl clung to his arms, breathing evenly and motionless.
Fell asleep?
Luo Qingzhou gently moved her head and arms away, stood up carefully, opened the curtain and got out of bed. Just as he was about to take the opportunity to leave, there was a sudden sound of footsteps at the door.
His expression changed, and he immediately returned to the bed and got into the quilt.
The door opens.
Song Ruyue went and came back, and went back to lie down on the beauty's couch, and soon became quiet again.
Luo Qingzhou complained secretly.
(End of chapter)
