This child is like a piece of wood or a piece of cotton. No matter how much you ostracize and ridicule him, he will have no reaction.
Yesterday, he was wearing the same white magnolia hairpin as them, but this morning he was wearing a blood jade plum blossom hairpin, which must have been a gift from His Highness. The male maid was so jealous that he almost went crazy.
"So what if you are personally serving His Highness? I have been serving His Highness personally for half a year and His Highness has not touched you. His Highness would rather listen to music in the actor's room than ask you to warm the bed."
The male maids who serve as personal servants basically serve their masters in the courtyard of a large family.
They all knew that Ziqing had never served His Highness in his sexual intercourse.
Ziqing gave them a nonchalant look: "You can also ask His Highness to invite you into the house as a personal maid, and I won't stop you."
"you!"
He is proud!
Pretty boy Yajun's face turned crooked with anger.
"Humph." Yajun hummed, turned around and left.
Ziqing looked at his back with deep eyes.
A male maid hurriedly came in and announced: "His Royal Highness asked you to go to the study to serve the pen and ink."
Ziqing's eyes were filled with sadness. After washing his hands, he immediately went to the study.
Gently push the door open and go in. As soon as you enter the door, you see a woman sitting in front of the desk reading a book. The woman has handsome features, a straight nose, long eyelashes, her eyes are lowered towards a small fan, and her red lips are lightly pursed.
"Why is your highness's hair loose?" Ziqing said in a gentle voice.
His voice was soft and soft, which made people feel protective.
Nan Qing remembered that he was only seventeen, and seventeen-year-old men could already get married. Those who married early were now the fathers of one-year-old children.
"When I was picking up the book, the hairpin was ripped off by the shelf next to it." Nan Qing pointed to the broken jade hairpin on the edge of the desk. The hairpin fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
"Slave, please go get a new hairpin for His Highness."
"No, just leave it alone." Nan Qing pushed the ink stick and said, "Come here and grind it."
"yes."
Ziqing came over and knelt down to the side, holding the ink stick with his long white fingers and grinding it carefully.
Nan Qing looked at the memorial. When the empress was young, she was in charge of the affairs of the court, so memorials were always sent to her house. Now that the empress is older, she still controls the court.
No wonder the empress wanted to kill her.
"Is the injury serious?"
Ziqing's grinding movement slowed down for a second, "Thank you, Master, for your concern, my subordinate's injuries are not serious."
"I smelled the blood on you this morning."
He was so frightened that he immediately put down the ink stick, lay down and said, "This subordinate deserves to die, for he didn't smoke the incense properly before getting dressed."
Nan Qing stopped his pen and frowned at the person taking the photo: "Are you so afraid of me? Did I say you were at fault?"
Ziqing raised his head, with a trace of doubt in his serious expression.
Nan Qing put down her pen and held her forehead with one hand, with three thousand cyan colors spread out. She looked down at him: "You are my favorite chess piece, and your body is mine. Take care of yourself when you go out to do errands, so
Beautiful chess pieces should be flawless."
He looked confused for a moment, and then immediately showed a loyal expression: "Yes."
What Nan Linhuang said was so strange.
She does like to call him a chess piece, and she has said before that he is her favorite chess piece.
But she never said that his body was hers...
And the look in her eyes.
Ziqing felt something was different somewhere, indescribably strange.
But it's still disgusting.
To those male maids, Nan Linhuang was the object of their admiration, and they wished they could get closer to her. But from the bottom of his heart, he felt that she was disgusting and hypocritical. Even the blood shed on the Nan Lin family was dirty.