Jing Ming lowered his head and murmured: "Are you done practicing?"
Chen Ning raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "Why, you still haven't finished what you meant?"
Jing Ming raised his eyes and looked at him. His eyes were still a little confused and fascinated, but he suddenly said to himself: "Of course I know how to write shame, and I never show disrespect to others."
After saying that, she suddenly punched Chen Ning in the stomach with her fist.
Chen Ning was unprepared. His face instantly turned pale, and he bent over, almost kneeling on the ground. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he was speechless for a moment.
Jing Ming lowered his head and snorted coldly: "Also, it's none of your business whether I'm a prostitute or not. Take care of yourself. Just wait for me after you wash it off at night. If you take advantage, you'll stop talking nonsense. Do you understand?"
After saying that, she rubbed her fists, turned around and left.
Chen Ning sat on the ground, waiting for there to be no one around. After a while, he suddenly couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Hahaha..."
He raised his eyes and casually brushed away the strands of hair that fell in front of his eyes, revealing a pair of cold eyes and a slightly evil smile, without the usual straight and steady appearance.
It seems that Jing Ming is not completely naive and ignorant of the world. He obviously knows it in his heart and understands it very well.
It's just that her reaction is completely different from ordinary girls.
It's because of his own strength that he can live such a simple life, which is quite enviable.
Chen Ning hummed softly and stood up slowly while holding on to the pergola.
He squinted his eyes and rubbed his lower abdomen. The hard muscles there hurt when touched. He licked the corner of his lower lip with the tip of his tongue: "Tsk, that's pretty harsh."
One to twelve times, she was right, he made money.
In this case, he would always find it back at night, with the capital and profit.
...
At night, in the room, Ming Lanruo was writing a letter when he saw Cang Qiao coming back from bathing.
She calmly folded the letters in her hand and put them aside, took another letter and put it in front of Cang Qiao: "Read the new report from the capital."
Cang Qiao noticed her little movements, wiped his hands with a silk handkerchief, sat down with a half-smile, and opened the letter casually.
After a moment, he raised his eyes: "Have you reconciled with your second sister?"
Ming Lanruo took a knife and peeled the peach and said: "Not really, I don't want to make dad sad, I just want her to show her value."
Cang Qiao curled her lips: "You are still soft-hearted."
Ming Lanruo watched herself peeling and accidentally cut off a piece of skinned peach flesh. She picked it up casually and stuffed it into her mouth: "Yeah, I'm not soft-hearted, how can I be bullied by you like this?"
Cang Qiao couldn't see it, so he put his long fingers into her mouth and pulled out the piece of skinned peach meat: "How old are you, why do you put everything in your mouth like a child?"
There are still peach hairs on the peach skin.
Ming Lanruo raised her eyebrows and bit his white and tender fingertips like green onions: "In the five years of being imprisoned, I have eaten a lot worse things than this."
What's a peach with skin on? It's so pretentious.
Cang Qiao paused. She bit her fingertips and felt a slight pain, which spread along her wrists to the bottom of her heart.
He lowered his phoenix eyes: "Ruoruo, are you still blaming your uncle?"
He asked this question as a relative.
Ming Lanruo looked at his slightly pale face, loosened her lips, lay on the table, raised her eyes and looked at him lazily: "Little uncle peel the peaches for me, so I won't be angry."
This sentence was answered by her as the little girl who sat on his lap back then.
I don’t know if this man is really sentimental, or if he is afraid that she will settle old scores and behave like this, tsk tsk...
However, she did fall for his trick.
Cang Qiao paused, then casually took the peach that she had cut into pits, smiled, and began to peel it carefully.
"What do you think of this person who has been carefully raised by the prince?"
He chopped the peaches piece by piece on the white jade plate, and the clear peach juice dripped down his green-white fingertips.
Ming Lanruo looked a little fascinated. She liked his hands, which were slender and white, with delicate joints and a slight pink tint at the joints.
She liked the way he was peeling fruit with his knife.
"Not very much. I can't think of anyone else who can pose a big threat to me." Ming Lanruo lazily held her forehead and looked at his hands stained with peach juice.
Every time he gets a little callus from sword practice, he soaks it in warm milk, honey and rose flower juice to nourish his hands, removes the callus, and then applies white jade grease to maintain it.
I pay more attention to the cleanliness of my hands than anyone else and wear gloves at all times to keep my hands sensitive and delicate.
Over time, his hands became much more beautiful than those of ordinary women.
However, it was in order to have a precise feel when controlling various weapons to kill people that he took such careful care of his hands.
Of course, because of this, she herself has experienced the ultimate touch of these beautiful and dangerous hands.