Ming Lanruo's brain was swollen, and when the man hugged her into the hot water, she finally regained consciousness.
"Why did you take off all my clothes?" She instinctively covered the only remaining bellyband on her body, and finally said something straight.
Cang Qiao raised her eyebrows: "Why, are you taking a shower and getting dressed?"
Ming Lanruo held down his hand that was pulling the strap of her bellyband, but felt that her head was still dizzy: "No...no, I have something to tell you."
She knew that he had a palace banquet to attend today and would be late in the evening, so she waited for him to come over and have a banquet...but she didn't expect that she would be in trouble after drinking two more glasses of fruit wine.
He looked at her trying to stay awake, but he couldn't help but look coquettish, so his eyes darkened, he rubbed her white and slender waist, and then let go of his hand.
"Okay, then just listen to the little lady."
Cang Qiao leaned against a pillar on one side with a half-smile, and slowly untied the jade belt around her waist.
Ming Lanruo rubbed her brows, sat in the tub and waved her hands: "Don't take off... don't take off your clothes, and talk properly."
How can you talk when you take off your clothes?
Cang Qiao saw that the bellyband on her body was soaked and clinging tightly to her delicate body. It was better than nothing, but it actually showed a seductive embarrassment.
He narrowed his phoenix eyes, pulled the Eight Immortals chair on the side, sat on the stool, and casually pulled the skirt of his clothes with his long fingers: "Say, what do you want to say?"
Cang Qiao sat lazily with his long legs spread apart, black boots wrapping his slender and strong calves.
The originally solemn and solemn gold python robe was now pulled loose by him, revealing a sexy and strong white chest.
The whole person looks relaxed and lazy.
And Ming Lanruo could see... the tip of her nose felt hot.
She covered her forehead. She must have drunk too much to feel that she didn't want to talk about business and just wanted to climb on his long legs.
Next time, don't listen to that guy Jing Ming who says that plum wine is never intoxicating.
"I'll tell you a few things briefly, first...second...third...fourth..." Ming Lanruo rubbed hard
He touched his temples and braced himself to speak.
She explained the four key points that Xiao Xi had summarized before.
"Anyway, I now suspect that King Xiao Jingnan has captured Agu, my grandmother, and he wants the Gu God in my body..." Ming Lanruo calmed down a lot as she spoke.
"God of Gu, isn't he King of Gu?" Cang Qiao raised her eyebrows slightly and saw that there was a bottle of iced fruit wine on the table.
It was probably a festival, and everyone had a pot like this in their room. He simply poured a cup and took a sip.
He licked the wine from the corner of Yan Hong's lips with a half-smile. Yes, it was the taste of Ming Lanruo's little mouth.
Ming Lanruo looked at him and smiled evilly at her, and she choked inexplicably: "The God of Gu and the King of Gu are both the same thing...a kind of Gu that has existed for thousands of years and is parasitic on the human body."
Whether it is a Gu God or a Gu King, it sounds mysterious, but in fact it is still a parasitic Gu, but this kind of Gu has mysterious power.
Without Agu's guidance, she would have been able to exert at most one-tenth of the power of the Gu God in her body, but this tenth was enough to amaze her.
Cang Qiao played with the wine glass: "Young lady, you want me to help deal with Xiao Jingnan King?"
Ming Lanruo only felt that the hot water was steaming, and the smell of alcohol was getting stronger. She rubbed her eyebrows and said: "First check his background in the southwest, and the old Jingnan King...see if they have anything.
.....handle."
He smiled and raised his eyebrows: "Okay, of course I will do my best to fulfill the little lady's orders."
"Thank you." Ming Lanruo nodded. The hot water made her dizzy. She pulled the towel on one side to cover her body and planned to climb out of the hot water.
Cang Qiao suddenly kicked the barrel with her toes, knocking her back into the barrel as she was about to climb out.
Ming Lanruo saw that her bath towel was also wet, and she picked up the bucket in confusion and some displeasure: "What are you doing... burping..."
