Chapter 21 Scrubbing

Style: Girl Author: YeheWords: 2157Update Time: 24/02/20 16:02:34
"Go and check, she has met someone recently, a man named Xing Zhou."

Wei Cheng added another sentence and said in a deep voice, "Repay me as soon as possible."

"Yes!" Wei Ning said seriously.

Wei Cheng took the handkerchief and wanted to wet Shen Yinxiao's body with water. Suddenly he remembered that there were two pieces of wood next to him and put the handkerchief down again with some embarrassment.

Wei Ning said very discerningly: "Second Young Master, why don't you let this aunt help Mrs. Shen clean her body."

The peasant woman quickly smiled and bowed: "This military man is right, it is better for us women to do this kind of work."

Wei Cheng glanced at the peasant woman. The exposed skin of the villagers was extremely rough. It had become chapped and calloused by the wind and sun. The peasant woman's hands were like tree bark. In this winter, there were cracks and the wounds had suppurated. Blood, he frowned slightly.

How to serve people in this way.

"Do you have a daughter?" he asked quietly.

The peasant woman thought of her daughter at home and nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, my wife's daughter is only sixteen years old. She is smart and will definitely serve the noble man well."

"My wife, go and call her right now!"

Wei Cheng stood up, put his hands behind his back, and nodded coldly.

Wei Ning ordered people to move in all the things needed for washing, and bought a new set of girl's clothes from the peasant woman, and put them aside before leaving.

Wei Cheng was worried about these farmers and did not leave for a moment, standing beside the bed steadily.

The peasant woman's daughter didn't know if she just got up or something, her face was red, her head was lowered and she didn't dare to look at him. Her hair was combed loosely, with a strand of hair hanging down from her temples.

Wei Cheng pointed at Shen Yinxiao, who was sleeping on the bed, and whispered: "Move gently, don't wake me up."

"Yes." The girl nodded greenly.

The girl carefully wetted the handkerchief, wrung it out, first wiped off the mud on Shen Yinxiao's face, then carefully spread out Shen Yinxiao's hair, and wiped it bit by bit.

Then there’s the neck, the collarbone.

When she was about to wipe her chest and back, the girl blushed and glanced at Wei Cheng, who had been standing nearby to supervise the work. Wei Cheng didn't know what she meant, so he thought something was wrong and frowned: "What's wrong?"

Wei Chengsheng was handsome, tall, with a beautiful crown and hair, a black uniform, and a sword at his waist. Because he had been searching for Shen Yinxiao in the rain all night, the rain wet his forehead and hair, and little drops of water flowed along the angular hair. The eyebrows and temples slowly fell, which not only did not make people feel embarrassed, but also made her hair look black and her eyebrows were dense.

Coquettish and romantic.

"No...it's okay." The girl lowered her head, bit her lip and slowly pushed aside Shen Yinxiao's clothes.

The snow-white skin is exposed, and the sudden mud stains the white shoulder blades, which makes the skin whiter. The outer clothes are opened one by one, revealing the bright red bellyband, and the swollen chest is like a double embrace of mountains.

Wei Cheng, who hadn't tasted meat for a long time, suddenly felt a little short of breath. His body suddenly stood up, his eyes were slightly hot, and he turned his eyes unnaturally, deliberately not looking at the woman on the bed.

The girl who served Shen Yinxiao was blushing, biting her lip and wiping carefully.

Shen Yinxiao, who had his eyes closed tightly, let out a cry without knowing which part was affected.

"Well..." She unconsciously stuck out her tongue and licked her thirsty lips, "Water..."

Wei Cheng immediately strode to the table, poured a glass of warm water, and carefully handed it to her lips. She fell asleep and couldn't drink it, so Wei Cheng had to wash his hands, smear the water with his fingers, and put it on her lips. Cross the water carefully one time at a time.

When she stopped crying for thirst, Wei Cheng stood up and said calmly: "Go on."

He didn't sleep a wink all night.

In fact, Wei Ning could have been asked to lead someone to find him.

But when he thought of Shen Yinxiao's panicked little face, he became upset.

Originally, he was discussing the strategy of encircling, suppressing and recruiting the Anqiang people in front of his family general and his father. When the servants came to call the time, his mind went blank for a moment.

He was most familiar with the barbarity and ferocity of the Qiang people, and it was night time again. He didn't dare to bet, so he hurriedly said to his father and the stunned family generals, "There are some things that need to be dealt with," and then came out with Wei Ning with his sword in hand. .

After searching all over the mountains and fields all night, we finally found him.

He suddenly regretted it again.

You shouldn't mess around with a woman, especially in front of your subordinates and father.

Thinking of this, I feel a little depressed.

He is not someone who likes to blame women for success or failure, and he is not ashamed to say that the Zhou Dynasty died at the hands of Bao Si and the Shang Dynasty died at the hands of Daji. In such a world, it is even more difficult for a woman to stir up such a big wave. Only men should bear the responsibility for success or failure. Putting a woman on the wrong side of a crime that brings disaster to the country and the people is what the most incompetent man would do.

He just discovered that after hearing the news that Shen Yinxiao was in danger, he showed signs of losing control.

It was quiet at this time, and sleepiness swept over him. He leaned tiredly against the pillar beside the bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Young...Second Young Master." Someone called him softly.

He opened his eyes and saw the peasant girl. He frowned: "What's the matter?"

The peasant girl shrank her neck and bravely said: "I see that the clothes on the second master's body are dirty and his hair is still wet. Please heat up hot water. Please take the second master to take a bath."

The clothes were cold and clinging to his body, which was really uncomfortable. He hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Bring the water in."

The girl was stunned for a moment, so she had no choice but to nod, went out to pour some water, and moved in panting.

Wei Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, untied his belt, took off his outer robe that was wet with mud and water, and stretched out a pair of catkins.

"Serve the second young master to take off his clothes." The girl said shyly.

She stood close, Wei Cheng's hot breath was just a few inches away from her, and the man's breath surrounded her. It was a feeling different from the men she had seen since childhood.

Handsome, tall and pampered.

She observed this man all night. People outside called him the Second Young Master...

The dark golden cloud pattern embroidery on the skirt was exquisite and complicated, rubbing her fingertips, making them slightly numb. She boldly raised her eyes and met Wei Cheng's dim and unclear eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Wei Cheng looked at it with amusement.

He instantly understood what was happening.

This woman wants to sleep with him and then let him take responsibility. Maybe she plans to gently pester him after sleeping with him to find a job for her father and brother in Youzhou. If she is bolder, she might even want to be his concubine.

He's not a guy who gets red-faced after three glasses of wine.

His eyes stayed on her watery eyes for a while, but he felt that her eyes were a little bit like Shen Yinxiao's aggrieved and squeamish look after being tortured by him on the bed, but these eyes There was too much desire mixed in the eyes, with more of a meaning to please.

His gaze slowly downwards, the collar that should have been tightly closed was slightly open, the ravine between the bulging breasts was bottomless, and the fragrance of cheap jasmine balm rushed into his nose.

His Adam's apple rolled.