"Shuzi! Stop! You will never fight back!" Ming Yuanlang held two feather dusters in his left and right hands and cursed at Cang Qiao angrily.
Cang Qiao stood behind the flower table and touched her handsome face, which had many red marks, with no expression. She estimated that she would have a bruised nose and face tomorrow.
He said calmly: "Yes, but I can't help it."
It's no wonder that he, his brother-in-law, or future father-in-law, is a nefarious person.
He knew how much the little girl liked his face, and she was not ashamed but proud of it. Therefore, if you wanted to break his face, you couldn't do it!
"You, you, you... don't come out of here if you can. Once you leave this flower hall, you will never be her first husband for the rest of your life. My family is not short of money. I will raise my daughter and grandson for the rest of my life, and the child's surname will be Ruoruo!"
Ming Yuanlang was so angry that he pointed a feather duster at him and cursed him!
Okay, blame him for underestimating the cunningness of this bastard!
Cang Qiao thought for a moment, glanced at her future father-in-law, and said quietly: "Okay, I won't leave the flower hall."
Even though the flower hall was not big, with Ming Yuen Long's limited skills, if he wanted to hit him, he could only do what he did just now, standing still.
Ming Lanruo sat there on her knees obediently, playing the role of an obedient little daughter, reducing her sense of presence.
While drinking tea on the way, I watched my father holding two feather dusters and following his man to draw out the "rules of the game".
Then the father became murderous, and the dragon spirit and tiger fiercely chased the man to dodge in every direction, and chicken feathers flew all over the room.
My man wanted to be beaten by his father in order to coax his father-in-law, but he still had to protect his beautiful face from being damaged by the beating.
Hey, that's right, let's fight, let's fight, let dad take a breath, and by the way, let out the same breath he used to bully her, that would be good.
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I don't know how long it took, but Ming Yuanlang was so tired that he sat on the Eight Immortals Chair and gasped for air. The two feather dusters in his hands were protected even though he had poured his inner strength into them.
But one of them still broke, and one of them was about to break.
Anyway, those chicken feathers on top are basically gone.
Ming Lanruo got up, served tea and water obediently, and wiped her father's sweat: "Dad, take a rest when you are tired. Don't be in a hurry. We will continue to beat you later."
Cang Qiao stood aside and gave Ming Lanruo a cold look. She was not the one who was being beaten, so she could arrange it so neatly?
He turned his eyes and took off a few chicken feathers on his forehead with an expressionless expression: "Do you still want to beat me, Mr. Guo? If so, I'll have someone send you two more feather dusters?"
When Ming Yuanlang heard this, he was so angry that he threw a broken feather duster at him: "Get out!"
Cang Qiao didn't move, and let the feather duster hit her, falling to the ground and breaking into two pieces.
Ming Yuanlang became even more angry when he saw this, and he threw the broken feather duster unceremoniously towards Minglan beside him, but he didn't throw it on his daughter, but threw it at his feet: "Go, go, get out too,
Get out of here with all those shameless people!"
Ming Lanruo nodded obediently: "Daddy, have a good rest. Ruoruo will come back tomorrow."
After saying that, she walked away in small steps, and Cang Qiao followed her out silently.
Ming Yuanlang slumped down on the stool tiredly, rubbing his eyebrows, looking at the sky outside the window, feeling melancholy——
She was the only orphan left in the Xiao family. Fortunately, Guanyin gave him a daughter, otherwise he would not be able to keep the child even if she had his last name.
Although the son was too young to stay, why did Ruoruo choose him?
Guanyin...
I couldn't get over those things in my heart... Sigh.
Neither the Xiao family nor you want her to take revenge. They only want her to be safe and happy throughout her life. But now...she still embarks on that path.
I only hope that Guanyin, you and your father-in-law will protect Ruoruo in heaven...
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Ming Lanruo went out and immediately ordered the servant who had been guarding outside the yard: "Go in immediately and take good care of the Duke. If there is any abnormality in the condition of the Duke, come and report it immediately."
"Yes." Several servants immediately nodded respectfully and walked into the room.
Ming Lanruo called another person: "Go and get a cloak."
The servant nodded and soon brought over a new cloak that Ming Lanruo had someone make for Duke Ming Guo.
Ming Lanruo took the cloak, sent everyone away, then carried the cloak to Cang Qiao, flicked the cloak, and covered him from head to toe.
She also covered up all his embarrassment and tied the belt of his cloak carefully.
Feeling his dark eyes looking at her, Ming Lanruo coughed lightly: "Go back, my father is also worried about me, so don't mind me, Lord Governor."
How could the majestic Governor of the East Factory, a nine-thousand-year-old man who is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people, be seen in such a miserable state?
He was such a proud and refined person, but now he lowered his status for her and dealt with her father in such a mess, taking care of his father's emotions at every turn.
How could she not be moved?
I just didn't dare to move just now...
But she felt his sincerity and tenderness.
When a person loves you, he will naturally make you feel his sincerity.
Cang Qiao looked at her quietly and suddenly stretched out his hand: "Let's go."
Ming Lanruo looked at him and smiled, without hesitation, she handed her delicate hand to him.
Cang Qiao closed her slender white fingers and wanted to hold her hand firmly, but Ming Lanruo suddenly opened her fingers, interlocked her fingers with his backhand, and showed her beautiful face towards him.
A smile came: "Go back to the room!"
Cang Qiao was startled slightly and turned away, but an uncontrollable smile appeared on the corners of her tight, red and swollen lips.
He turned around and took her, walking away side by side.
In the room, Ming Yuanlang stood by the window and watched this scene. He felt sour in his heart and couldn't help but cursed in a low voice: "Humph, you stinky boy!!"
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Back in their yard, Cang Qiao immediately went to take a bath by himself, while Ming Lanruo prepared medicine and applied it to him after he came out from the bath.
Cang Qiao had finished bathing, and she was all steamy. She only wore a loose robe with a blue background and a cloud pattern, revealing her beautiful collarbones. She didn't even bother to wear a shirt or trousers.
He was sitting casually at the table with his hair loose and wearing wooden clogs, giving him the air of a casual and romantic figure from the Wei and Jin Dynasties.
Ming Lanruo looked at the red marks and wounds on his forehead, the corners of his eyes, the bridge of his nose, and the corners of his lips.
She couldn't help but feel distressed. After cleaning her hands, she carefully took the ointment and applied it on him: "Be patient."
The ointment was a bit irritating and hit his eyes. He frowned slightly, hissed slightly, and instinctively avoided her hand.
Ming Lanruo stretched out her hand to fix his face, lowered her head and blew softly: "Huh, it doesn't hurt anymore. Be good, bear with me."
She habitually treated Cang Qiao in the same way that she would give medicine to Xiao Xi when she was injured when she was naughty and mischievous.
Cang Qiao paused, looking deeply at the woman holding his face, and stopped moving, letting her lower her head in pain and gently blow air on his wound.
I just felt the gentle breath spreading down my face and into my heart.
Except for the eldest sister, no one thought it would hurt if he was injured.
In his early years when he was on duty in Dongchang, he was often injured. Even Lao He was used to his injuries and dug arrowheads out of his flesh without blinking an eye.
He gently tugged at the corner of his lower lip. The older she got, the more pretentious she became, but the way she looked now made him feel as if the injury would really hurt.
After a while, when he saw that she stopped blowing, he said calmly: "It's not that the wound hurts, it's that the medicine is a bit irritating and it's burning my eyes."
Ming Lanruo was stunned, and immediately washed her hands carefully in the basin next to her.
She apologetically went to the medicine box and dug out a few boxes of ointment: "That stuff contains safflower oil, which can activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis quickly. I suddenly forgot that it is irritating and should not be used around the eyes."
She just wanted to help him get rid of the bruises and bruises on his face as quickly as possible, otherwise he wouldn't be able to go out and meet people.
Cang Qiao leaned on the edge of the table on the soft sofa, playing with the tassel of her belt casually with her fingertips, and said leisurely: "It doesn't matter, as long as the Duke calms down his anger."
This girl was enjoying herself watching a play. He couldn't receive this beating for nothing, he had to let her know how much she felt for him.
Sure enough, Ming Lanruo's eyes were filled with tenderness and guilt: "I'll reapply the medicine for you later."
Then, she took several porcelain boxes filled with white grease, opened them, looked at them, and selected one of them.
She used a handkerchief to carefully wipe away the original ointment from the wounds on his face, then used a silver spoon to pick out the ointment, put it in her palms to warm it, and then carefully applied the ointment to the wounds on his face again.
She was very close, and the faint scent of rose balm from her body soaked in his nose, elegant, fragrant and sultry.
His eyes gradually turned from casual to deep, especially when she was applying medicine to the wounds on his neck and collarbone, her moist breath gently brushed his sensitive ears.
Cang Qiao narrowed her eyes, her eyes becoming more and more demonic. In order to divert his attention, he casually took the boxes of ointments she had placed on the table and played with them.
He suddenly discovered that there were small notes on the lids of those porcelain boxes, indicating the purpose of the ointment.
It turned out that Minglan relied on the small strips to distinguish the uses of these boxes of white ointment. After all, the boxes were all made of white ointment.
He lazily looked at each one: "For external use, dissipate blood stasis and activate blood circulation" "For external use, warm the uterus and relieve abdominal pain" "For external use, stop bleeding"...
He paused: "Used internally, it can make women enjoy themselves for a long time and make them less likely to get hurt..."
Ming Lanruo froze. Oh no, she had forgotten about this!