Cang Qiao's fingertips slowly traced the slender clavicle bulge on her small, white shoulders.
His cold fingers were soft, but there were thin calluses on them from holding a sword, and they lightly scratched her skin.
Ming Lanruo couldn't help but dig her toes.
She froze, and finally couldn't help but hold his hand: "This is inappropriate, there are differences between men and women..."
"The distinction between men and women only applies to women and men. You said that I am not a man, but a eunuch." Cang Qiao said calmly.
Ming Lanruo's face turned red, and she swallowed back the sentence - "I know better than anyone whether you are a man or not."
Cang Qiao slowly tied up her long black hair with a wooden hairpin: "I have been in the palace since I was a child, serving my masters in bathing, dressing up, arranging clothes, incense, and applying balm. If there is anyone who is not satisfied, I will only be better than you.
The girl did it very finely."
She felt uncomfortable all over, and she bent her legs to cover her chest, which was better than nothing.
She reluctantly said with shame: "I... don't have to wait..."
Ming Lanruo's face was so red that she wanted to bleed. She didn't even know what she was talking about, so she just leaned towards the bucket.
Cang Qiao's fingers that passed through her long hair paused for a moment, then slowly stroked her slender neck, and finally stopped on her shoulders, pressing her to the opposite side of the barrel: "He is a thoughtful person, let's do it next time."
Ming Lanruo had no choice but to lean towards the other side of the barrel and glance secretly to see what else he planned to do.
Then, she saw the powerful Nine Thousand Years Old, elegantly rolling up his sleeves, revealing his beautiful and slender forearms, taking a few bottles of bath oil and starting to fiddle with them.
The fragrance of herbs and the blur of smoke made her have an inexplicable thought - is this the feeling enjoyed by an emperor?
She turned back, took a deep breath, bit her lip reluctantly and kept silent, her face turned red.
Cang Qiao took the rose scented oil and dripped it on her white back little by little.
She couldn't help but turn her face again, bit her lip in annoyance and rolled her eyes at him: "Cold!"
The dense herbal fragrance mist made her skin look more like gelatin, her angry eyes seemed to be full of tears, and the red lips she was biting were so delicate.
Cang Qiao narrowed her unpredictable eyes.
His pair of phoenix eyes were cold and dark when he stared at him, but there were violent fireworks dancing in his eyes, as if...
One day, the flames will break through the ice and melt everything in this world with her.
She calmly turned her face away, holding on to the edge of the bucket, but did not dare to look at him again.
He chuckled.
An old eunuch once said that even if he is not a man, he is still addicted to women.
Looking at it now, he finally understood... what addiction is.
Ming Lanruo only felt a warm and cool touch on her back, and his delicate hands fell on her back, slowly stroking and massaging her.
Cang Qiao's calm and gentle voice came to my ears: "The sesame oil of Siam evaporates slowly. Only after it is warmed by the temperature of your palm can the fragrance be infiltrated into the texture."
She simply changed the topic to keep herself calm: "Why are you here at this point? Aren't you refining medicine for His Majesty?"
Suddenly remembering something, she whispered: "But your captain Yun Ni cried and complained to you about his grievances?"
Cang Qiao dipped her fair hands in the water and gently pressed them up from her slender waist. She smiled and said, "By doing this in front of Xiao Qizi, isn't it just to let our family know that it is reasonable for you to hit someone?"
Ming Lanruo endured the sensitivity in her waist and hummed softly: "So, you think I have no reason to take action? So now you want to protect your shortcomings and ask me for an explanation?"
"Isn't our family's shortcoming the person in the bathtub in front of us?" Cang Qiao answered the question inappropriately. He lifted her slender waist in the water and changed her position to sit up.
His voice was calm and gentle, but Ming Lanruo couldn't see it. The governor of Dongchang was sitting by the bathtub, as if he was carefully wiping his beloved thing, his eyes dark and obsessed.
She said calmly: "Don't worry, I will not let myself become your shortcoming and make things difficult for you. As for Yun Ni, you have taken good care of her and don't ask her to mess with me."
Cang Qiao's hand paused for a while before he sighed: "Ming Lanruo, do you have to be angry with me? Yun Ni is different from you."
She was deliberately misinterpreting his words.
Yun Ni is different from her, what's the difference?
She is a concubine, and I am what you call a "relative?"
Ming Lanruo closed her eyes and suddenly felt extremely bored.
She suddenly turned around, raised her eyes and looked into his dark and blurred eyes coldly: "You know..."
She raised her hand and gently wiped the water droplets on his chin: "Since you married a dead man five years ago, I will no longer do such meaningless things as being angry with others. I am sensible. You
rest assured."
The two of them looked at each other quietly, and the shyness and throbbing in her eyes seemed to have never existed. At this moment, they were like a cold ancient well, as calm as a wave.
Cang Qiao's eyes gradually darkened, and there was a hint of unnoticeable gloom and fragility hidden in the corners of her delicate eyes. The knuckles of her fingers holding the handkerchief turned white with such force.
"So, please go back." Ming Lanruo turned around, lightly touched the water with her fingertips, and said calmly——
"I heard that Guard Chief Yun Ni waits for you to return home safely before going to sleep every day. Don't worry anyone."
Cang Qiao only felt that her words were inexplicably harsh, and sneered sarcastically: "Worried? There are so many people in this world who worry about me and hate me. Are you teaching our family how to do things?"
Ming Lanruo listened to his angry voice and said expressionlessly: "I don't dare, I'm just waiting for someone here, so I won't keep you here."
Being driven away again and again, Jiu Qiansui, who had not received such treatment for who knows how long, wanted to strangle the girl in front of him to death.
Who else in this world dares to disobey him like this.
But... I can't kill her, and I can't eat her. Seriously...
He took a deep breath, suppressed the irritability and violence in his heart, and asked with a cold face: "Who are you waiting for?"
Ming Lanruo didn't hide it: "The King of Qin's people."
"Pa!" He narrowed his eyes, pulled her shoulders, and stared down at Ming Lanruo: "What on earth are you doing? Are you provoking me, or..."
"I'm seeking skin from a tiger." Ming Lanruo raised her chin and looked at him without hesitation, her eyes cold.
"As for provoking you, I'm really not that bored." Ming Lanruo suddenly held the edge of the bucket, straightened up slightly, and her curvy upper body was almost in front of him.
Cang Qiao could only feel the moist medicinal fragrance in front of her, and the warmth of the woman's snow-white skin pressed to the tip of her nose.
Even though he had seen everything, he still couldn't help but look away at a loss: "You..." This chapter has been completed!
