roccoschili Chapter 123 Cannon Fodder Jin 6 Targeted by Slaves
Chapter 123 Cannon Fodder Jin 6 Targeted by Slaves
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Xie Rongjing couldn't put it down while holding the robe that carried Yun Wu's fragrance. His throat was a little tight, but his desire to blaspheme was disrupted by the sound of footsteps.
Xie Rongjing's expression returned to normal, and he quickly hid the robe in the clean closet.
Just then the door of the wing room was pushed open, and a servant who did heavy work in the same room as him walked in.
This servant was an honest and honest man. When he saw Xie Rongjing greeting him in the room, he immediately sat on his bed.
He was still a little confused and looked back at the old clothes Xie Rongjing was wearing, and then muttered to himself in confusion:
"This guy the lady bought is really strange. The government gave him a winter coat and he won't wear it today..."
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In the evening, Prime Minister Yun personally went to Yun Wu's yard to have dinner with her.
Prime Minister Yun is busy with work on weekdays and doesn't have much free time, so he can only spend more time with his precious daughter during meals.
There were many attractive delicacies placed on the square golden nanmu table. Prime Minister Yun sat on the main seat, Yun Wu sat on the side, and Chun Xing stood waiting on the side.
Yun Wu didn't like being served by so many people, so besides Chun Xing, there were only two maids in her yard to sweep the house, and two or three servants to do rough work, plus Xie Rongjing, who she bought back later.
"Ah, please try the mutton and radish soup that dad specially ordered the kitchen to make for you today."
Prime Minister Yun said with a smile, stopping Chun Xing from stepping forward to serve the soup, and he personally served Yun Wu a full bowl of hot soup.
"It's cold in winter, drink this hot soup to keep away the cold."
"Thank you dad."
Yun Wu smiled sweetly at her father, the prime minister, and obediently sipped the soup she was served.
Prime Minister Yun had a loving and gentle smile on his face. Every time he ate with his daughter, he was happiest.
His wife died young. Over the years, he had been busy with government affairs while raising his daughter. Although he loved her immensely, he always felt that he, as a father, owed her something.
Prime Minister Yun is now old, and his face is full of wrinkles when he smiles. His eyes are gentle and he looks at Yun Wu, who is seriously lowering his head to eat.
"Ah Wu has already reached her hair age. After winter, she will be seventeen next year. It's time to discuss marriage."
"Cough cough..."
After listening to the words of the Prime Minister's father, Yun Wu suddenly choked on her rice. She drank some hot soup and then recovered.
She raised her amber eyes and looked at her father blankly.
"Discuss, discuss marriage? Dad, am I going to get married?"
"Not yet, but daddy wants to arrange a marriage for you as soon as possible and wait until the year after next to get married."
Prime Minister Yun explained that he was getting older now, and it was time for him to choose a good home for Yun Wu.
"But it seems that the Queen intends to make Ah Wu the Crown Princess..."
Prime Minister Yun thought to himself and then shook his head. Marriage is not a trivial matter. It still needs to be considered. The most important thing is to see Yun Wu's wishes.
Ever since Yun Wu heard the Prime Minister's father mention the marriage, she felt that the food in her bowl suddenly didn't taste good.
Princess?
Yun Wu thought of the prince Wei Congyu. Although she and Wei Congyu had known each other since childhood, she felt that Wei Congyu was more like her brother, although she didn't quite understand the meaning of engagement.
But she felt that she didn't want to get engaged to Wei Congyu.
Yun Wu lowered her head and stopped thinking about these messy things, and absentmindedly picked at the food in the bowl.
After eating, Prime Minister Yun said some words of concern to Yun Wu, and then left the room. He had to go back to the study to deal with matters.
Today is Xie Rongjing's vigil. He is standing guard at the door of the room. When Prime Minister Yun came out, he nodded and bowed to see him off.
Prime Minister Yun left in a hurry and did not notice the servant guarding the door.
After Prime Minister Yun's footsteps faded away, Xie Rongjing slowly raised his head.
His beautiful eyes were a little deep in the night, and his thin lips were pursed tightly as he looked in the direction where Prime Minister Yun was leaving.
He could clearly hear their conversation in the room just now.
His lady is getting ready to get married.
The night was dark, but Xie Rongjing's eyes were even darker, and his expression was dark and unclear.
Now that it was completely dark, he silently walked down the steps and was about to get a lantern for lighting.
At this moment, a familiar soft voice suddenly came from behind.
"Xie Rongjing, stop."
Xie Rongjing's expression soon returned to normal, and he turned around.
The house was brightly lit, and Xue Tuanzi, wearing a green jacket, stood at the threshold pretty.
The bright yellow candlelight shines on Yun Wu's body, making her skin white and tender, and the green little coat is embroidered with large patterns, and her delicate face looks like it is blooming in winter. Like a delicate flower.
"What's your order, miss?"
Xie Rongjing withdrew his gaze with some difficulty and said, lowering his eyes slightly, hiding all his evil thoughts and desires in front of his young lady.
"I'm going to start copying the poems and books assigned by Master now."
"I will go and copy poems and books for the young lady."
Xie Rongjing said without hesitation that he was the young lady's reading companion, so naturally he should help her copy poems and complete her homework.
If the master wants to punish him, then punish him, he will not let the young lady's hands get tired.
However, the pampered young lady with charming jade snow glared at him angrily with her watery eyes.
"When did I tell you that I wanted you to copy it for me?"
Xie Rongjing's eyes were a little dazed. He calmed down and then looked at the shy and angry girl again.
"Then why did the young lady ask the slave to stop?"
The cold winter night was getting even colder. Yun Wu stood at the foot of Xie Rongjing's steps, her white teeth biting her pink lips tangledly.
"I want you to... teach me how to write."
Her voice was soft and waxy to begin with, but it got a little weaker later on.
The master said that she must write more correctly. She also felt that her handwriting was not good-looking, so it would be better to ask Supervisor Xie Rongjing to look at it.
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This was Xie Rongjing's first time entering Yun Wu's boudoir.
The room was brightly lit by the stove, and Yun Wu was sitting at the table with rice paper and a brush in front of her.
Xie Rongjing was sitting at the table, his hands on his thighs, his dark eyes suppressing his inner emotions.
This is his lady's boudoir!
Yun Wu was copying carefully with her eyes lowered and her brush in hand. She didn't notice Xie Rongjing's somewhat restrained expression.
He sat next to Yun Wu, smelling the faint fragrance coming from her body. The entire boudoir was filled with her scent.
It’s all the smell of the lady, so fragrant, so happy...
Xie Rongjing raised his eyes and looked at the screen in the middle of the boudoir.
Behind the screen was the inner room. Through the half-embroidered screen, he could vaguely see the bed behind the screen, the dressing table on the left, and the huanghuali clothes hanger on the right.
There was a wide open window next to it, and Xie Rongjing suddenly thought that if he climbed through the window late at night, he could go directly to the lady's bed...
Suddenly, Xie Rongjing's throat tightened. Through the screen, he could see that there seemed to be a piece of pink fabric hanging on the horizontal hanger made of huanghuali wood, with a tie on it.
That, that's the bellyband, it belongs to the lady, it belongs to the lady...
Xie Rongjing had already imagined his lady wearing that pink dress.
She was born as white as snow, and every part of her body must be white and tender. When she was not wearing thick winter clothes, you could see the bulging bulge under her collarbone.
But he always felt that such a small piece of fabric could not cover the young lady...
I really want to lick...
Suddenly, Yun Wu's soft and soft voice came to his ears.
"Xie Rongjing, why do you have a nosebleed?"
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