Sensing Ming Wuyou approaching, Murong Yu walked towards her quickly and was about to lead her inside when he realized that he had been standing at the window for a long time.
The windows were half-open for ventilation, and I was exposed to a lot of cold air.
She was wearing such thin clothes that she could not avoid getting cold.
"Go in first." Murong Yu closed the window and said warmly: "Go in and wait for me for a moment... I will help you comb your hair."
Ming Wuyou was stunned for a moment, then a smile spread on his cheeks, "Okay."
She went back to bed, and after a while, Murong Yu held a mahogany comb in his hand, sat on the edge of the bed, patted his knees and waved to her, "Lie down here."
"Well, okay."
Ming Wuyou pushed his hair aside, dragged the quilt and lay on his lap.
Murong Yu lifted the quilt a little higher and carefully arranged her long black and green hair.
First, I used the comb patiently, then I put the comb aside without doing it twice, and used five fingers to comb it. I still pressed my fingers gently on the roots of the hair, especially on the stamina position, and pressed it very carefully.
Ming Wuyou lay down lazily and chuckled comfortably, "When did you know how to do this?"
"you guess."
Murong Yudan smiled and threw out these two words without stopping, and couldn't help but persuade Ming Wuyou: "Stop embroidering, huh?"
Ming Wuyou didn't say a word.
She turned over in his arms, resting her head on his knees so that he could not press the acupuncture points on the back of her neck.
"Don't make trouble." Murong Yu said helplessly, "Just lie down."
He learned from Leng Yun that Ming Wuyou had been doing embroidery for a long time every day recently, which caused his neck to be sore and he couldn't sleep well at night.
A touch of pressure can always relieve a lot of discomfort.
As for the technique, of course it was taught by Aunt Bai herself, and it looks like it should be very useful.
"I have something to tell you."
Ming Wuyou did not obey, but stretched out his hand to caress Murong Yu's cheek, and then slowly lowered it to his ear, "Come closer, this is a whisper."
Murong Yu raised his eyebrows, "There are only two of us in the room."
"I'm going to bite my tongue and talk!" Ming Wuyou rolled his eyes at him, "Don't you know that those of your subordinates have very good ears? They can hear our sweet words, wouldn't I be embarrassed?"
Murong Yu: "..."
This is true.
He slowly leaned forward and put his ear close to her, trying to see what "sweet words" she had to say.
But unexpectedly, as soon as he came closer, his ears felt wet and hot.
When he wanted to get up, a pair of arms wrapped around his neck, and a delicate kiss fell on the corner of his lips without any explanation, with a little bit of inexplicable ambiguity.
Murong Yu was startled for a moment and quickly fell into the kiss.
Ming Wuyou's hands opened the hem of his clothes and touched the healthy and beautiful texture.
I don't know whose breathing changed.
Ming Wuyou, who was originally leaning on his lap, was half-hugged. The black hair covered Ming Wuyou's back. While gently floating, half of his jade-colored shoulders were exposed. Murong Yu's eager breathing was unexpected.
Fell up.
His voice was suppressed and restrained: "Ming Wuyou, are you just telling me such sweet words?"
"Yes." Ming Wuyou hugged his neck tightly, put his lips to his ear and called, "Ayu, Ayu."
"..."
Murong Yuben's rippling inner lake was completely shaken up, and he forgot everything.
The lotus-colored middle coat fluttered to the ground.
There was a snap, the sound of the jade belt hitting the ground.
Later, the dark black embroidered gold dragon clothes that floated down were mixed with the light lotus root color, and the colors were distinct.
But under the illumination of the octagonal glass lamp beside the bed, an ambiguous warm light emerged.
The cold feeling on his skin made Ming Wuyou feel a little ashamed, and he couldn't help but shrink into the man's arms, causing Murong Yu to laugh deeply.
Ming Wuyou's head became dizzy. He only remembered holding him tightly and couldn't think of anything else.
Just when he was in such a trance, Murong Yu suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked out sideways, with a gloomy look in his eyes.
With difficulty but quickly, he took away his hand from the girl's waist, quickly wrapped her in a quilt, and held her tightly in his arms.
"..."
Ming Wuyou was stunned for a moment.
She didn't know whether to say that she wasn't attractive enough or that this man was too determined.
Murong Yu's lips fell on Ming Wuyou's forehead, touching her little by little, tenderly and comfortingly, "When we are married, I will let you move your hands up and down."
Just after Murong Yu said this, Shen Qingci's voice suddenly came to mind outside, "Miss, there is news about Fu Rou."
Ming Wuyou suddenly thought that with Murong Yu's profound internal energy, he must have heard Shen Qingci coming, so he stopped at the critical moment.
As a result, Ming Wuyou's originally somewhat depressed mood completely disappeared.
"How--"
Ming Wuyou was about to ask, but when he opened his mouth, he was frightened by his own voice and quickly stopped.
It was so charming and dull that it looked like it could drip water.
And as soon as he raised his eyes, he met Murong Yu's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Ming Wuyou buried his face in Murong Yu's arms in frustration and said in a low voice, "Ask for me."
Murong Yu said "hmm" and asked outside, "What's the matter?"
Shen Qingci, who was standing in the corridor, was silent for a moment, and his voice when he replied was a little stiff: "She was sold to Fireworks Alley by a gangster."
Murong Yu looked at Ming Wuyou and asked.
Ming Wuyou lowered his eyes and thought for a while, biting his ear and said something.
Murong Yu raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "Are you sure?"
"Sure." Ming Wuyou said in a low voice, "Tell him quickly."
"Okay, as you wish." Murong Yu kissed her forehead, raised his voice slightly and said, "She is not allowed to make a living through sex."
"yes."
Shen Qingci responded and quickly turned around and left without lingering outside the window.
The moment he arrived downstairs, he looked at the white snow falling from the sky, then looked back at the attic behind him, and stopped in confusion, his heart and body feeling cold.
It’s not that they don’t know about the closeness between Murong Yu and Ming Wuyou, and it’s not even the first time they have bumped into each other.
But this was the first time that the eldest lady's instructions were conveyed to him through the regent's mouth.
He thought that no one could interfere with the master-servant relationship between him and Ming Wuyou.
He is Ming Wuyou's right hand, the most comfortable right hand and a part of his body. No one can replace this relationship, and no one can come in.
But now he suddenly realized that he couldn't bear just to express the young lady's meaning through the regent's mouth.
And he didn't even have the qualifications or position to complain, get angry, or be unhappy.
God is so cruel, allowing him to meet such an amazing person when he was young...
When his heart only beats for her, he wants to send another great man to her side who is upright and capable of making waves and is worthy of her.
He told him bloody that he, Shen Qingci, was just a servant and not worthy of his eldest lady.
But in an instant, he showed a satisfied smile again.
His eldest lady is very happy now, what else can she be dissatisfied with.