The deed of sale was still not returned to her.
After the clouds and rain were over, he went to wash up. Shen Yinxiao got out of bed gently, put on his shoes, and went to look through the small box where he usually stored his things.
Inside were his letters and documents of the past few days. While paying attention to the sound of water in the inner tent, she opened the lid of the lacquered wooden box. The pile of documents was a bit messy.
If someone else were to rummage through his things like this, the skin would have to peel off even if they died. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, her hands moved faster and faster, and her heart beat faster and faster.
The sound of water inside gradually disappeared. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I guessed it was almost over.
Suddenly, a man's voice came, lazily and a little hoarse.
"Yinxiao, bring me a set of my underwear."
She was so frightened that she let go and the lid almost fell off with a "pop", but luckily she caught it quickly with quick eyesight and hands.
"Hey, here we come." She said loudly.
She closed the lid, tiptoed inside, opened the box, pulled out a set of underwear, and handed it to him.
"What did you do just now? Have you been looking for her for a long time?" He wiped the water drops on his chest casually, looked at her smiling, and hooked his fingers: "Come here and wipe yourself."
She blushed: "Don't you know how to wipe it yourself?"
He clicked his tongue: "Are you such a domestic slave? Come here when I ask you."
It's okay that he didn't mention it, but when he mentioned it, Shen Yinxiao's eyes turned red again.
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything anymore." He still stretched out his hand, as if he wouldn't stop until she came. "If you don't mention it and I don't mention it, who knows? I cry when I say a word. I'm very squeamish."
"come over."
She had no choice but to walk over, take the slightly damp handkerchief in his hand, and slowly wipe it from his neck down to his back, lower abdomen, thighs...
The girl's face was as red as the sunset, and she squatted slightly, looking away from the big thing in front of her that was open to her.
The man's teasing voice came from above his head: "I've seen it so many times, why do I still blush?"
A big hand stretched out and lifted her chin with two fingers. The man smiled and looked at the face that he couldn't help but be emotional. His eyes were wide and round.
"I wasn't so perfunctory when I was wiping you."
The girl's face suddenly changed slightly. The man looked down and paused.
Sure enough, there was a reaction again.
It was too late, Shen Yinxiao didn't sleep well last night, and he was still bruised.
What a waste.
She wiped him carelessly, and then tried her best to help him get dressed. Before the belt was fastened, the man had already picked her up and put her on the bed.
"What were you doing outside just now?" He pinched her struggling hand and pinched her waist with the other hand.
"I didn't do anything. I wanted to get up and see if I had any water to drink."
The man turned his head to look at the porcelain cup on the Kang table.
There is still half a cup of water in the cup.
She quickly said: "I'm looking for hot water."
The man looked down at her, his features handsome under the dim light.
Lie to him again.
But that's okay.
Little lie to Yiqing.
"Don't worry about the deed of betrayal." He kissed her gently on the forehead, like a loving newlywed, "You can't throw it away."
She was silent.
He seems to be in a good mood today.
He was indeed in a good mood.
Signing a deed of betrayal is almost the same as signing a marriage contract.
From now on, the woman in front of him will be his completely from head to toe. After signing the marriage contract, it will be troublesome if she still bothers with divorce. After signing the contract of sale, he will have to nod whether she lives or dies.
Since he found out that she was leaving again and again, he didn't want to wait at all.
Getting married is too troublesome. As long as we are together, it doesn't matter whether she is a wife, a concubine or a slave. In short, it will not cost her any money in food and clothing.
When she goes back later, she wants to be the mistress of the back house and leave the whole house to her. If she doesn't want to, she can let the servants act as the housekeeper and ask her for permission every day.
Why didn't I think of this method earlier?
The ride to Lunu was by carriage. Lunu was close to here and was the seat of Zhongshan State. The King of Zhongshan sent Qiu Liang to greet him. When he got off the carriage, Qiu Liang stepped forward to salute when he saw Wei Cheng turning around and raising his hand.
A woman gently lifted the curtains, held up her skirt, and calmly held Wei Cheng's hand and got out of the car.
Qiu Liang paused and felt that it was no longer unusual for something rare to happen to the woman in front of him. After saluting Wei Cheng, he also did not forget to say hello to Shen Yinxiao who was standing beside him.
She smiled and held her skirt back.
Luo Luo generous.
Wei Cheng looked at her with a smile.
The place where we stayed was Lu Nu's Inn.
The wing rooms of the post house were also divided into three, six or nine levels. The postmaster respectfully led her through the winding corridors and stopped in front of a quiet and gorgeous small courtyard.
Wei Cheng didn't come, so he asked her to rest first. They sent her back to the post house, stopped at the door, and then left directly. They didn't know where they went.
"...General Zhang Yao has arrived long ago..."
"...The king has been waiting for a long time...only looking forward to the general...already prepared..."
The words were heard intermittently, Qiu Liang deliberately lowered his voice.
She didn't care, but she also guessed in her heart that they had finished talking about business, and there were probably other "things" going on.
What else do men like them do besides business.
The private rooms in the post house are also divided into three, six or nine grades, and she lives in the best one.
Pushing open the mullioned door, the camphor wood floor is smooth and shiny, and the furniture and utensils are spacious and brand new.
The fragrant soup has already been prepared in the bathroom, and five-color flower petals are spread from the door of the bathroom to the tub.
When you step in, the flowers grind into mud on the soles of your shoes.
This man always seems to have the ability that no matter where he goes, there are always various pomps around him that match his status.
They were obviously discussing how to rebel.
Dare to be so public.
——
Change clothes.
Take a bath.
Burn incense.
Wei Ning presented jade silk, animal skins, pearls and Youzhou's unique products to the chamberlain who came to accept the tribute.
trouble.
The Li family's dynasty was already riddled with holes, and even a tiny sect in a remote place had such a pattern.
Who calls people surnamed Li? The more guilty they are, the more they value these things.
The maid who changed his clothes was specially sent from the palace. She was agile in her skills, soft in figure, and her appearance was first-rate and pleasing to the eye.
When she lowered her head to adjust the jade belt hook at his waist, the tassels on his temples were dangling and brushed against his chest.
The man has broad shoulders and a narrow back, and is taller than the mica screen beside him.
The deep shadows of candles on the mica screen made his features more profound, handsome, graceful and noble.
She was stunned. When she knelt down to adjust the jade pendant around his waist, she still couldn't help but look up.
The palace attendant who came to pick him up waited patiently and without saying a word, followed him and drove into the palace. The banquet was placed in Lin'an Hall, the palace of King Zhongshan.
Another compliment.
King Zhongshan pretended to be a treasure elephant, and he was worried and appraising in turns. He was confused and stumbling over his words, and finally ended with a red face and allowed Qiu Liang to come forward to smooth things over.
"Dong Yan has evil intentions, and the king has long planned to raise his flag to attack..."
"Now that Youzhou and Jizhou are willing to help the Li family, the king is very pleased..."
Next to Zhang Yao sat Liu Yan, who had a calm face. He actually smiled and raised his glass meaningfully to Wei Chengyao.
Today's protagonists were originally the two of them.
The irrelevant person sits at the top, submissive, like a pitiful dog.
He played with the gold bottle in his hand and sneered with his lips curled up. The red agate inlaid on the wine bottle had cracked.
Poor quality stuff.
The quality was not as good as the jewelry he gave to Shen Yinxiao.
He put down the golden bottle and tilted his head to smile at the young King of Zhongshan.
The five-color crown in front of the young man's face clattered.
"Your Majesty, please rest assured."
Qiu Liang clapped his hands, and the beauties and dancers filed in.
The melodious sound of silk and bamboo orchestral music came from behind the curtain, the empty hall became lively, and the incense burner also lit up the spices to add to the fun.
The two beauties, whose clothes were as thin as cicada wings, knelt beside him and pressed close to him.
