Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: The eighty-sixth bowl of soup (8)
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His wife Weishi is of noble birth and has a stable temperament. Except for the first and fifteenth days of each month, Xiang He'an basically does not step into Weishi's yard. Concubine Zhao and Concubine Qian, the former was the maid he gave him when he was weak, and the latter was the old lady who shoved him around, and neither had any feelings, but Hongluan, he fell in love with her the first time he saw her.
It's just that as time goes by, Hongluan is inevitably a little arrogant. Since Wu Fang entered the mansion, his favor has been divided a lot, and she is even more unhappy. There are always so many troubles in a month, and his love and pity are completely lost.
The woman stood up from the tub, apparently finished bathing. She stepped out of the tub with one foot, Xiang He'an's Adam's apple squirmed up and down because of swallowing saliva, he stared obsessively at the perfect body, whether it was a plump breast or a slender one who couldn't tell she was pregnant. The waist, or the slender legs, all fascinated him. Xiang He'an took a deep breath, and was about to walk over, but the beauty heard a low cry, stepped on the water on the ground, and was about to fall to the ground!
Xiang He'an's heart almost jumped out of his throat! He secretly said that it was not good,
It doesn't matter what the image is or not, the whole person rushes straight over, making Qing Huan's personal meat cushion. Fortunately, she was light and slender and not heavy, so even though it was pressed against Xiang He'an, it didn't hurt. In the blink of an eye, Xiang He'an didn't care about anything, he just thought that the child in Qinghuan's womb must not have any trouble, this is his first child!
Qing Huan naturally knows how important this child is to Xiang He'an. If it wasn't for confirming that Xiang He'an would come to save her, she would not have chosen such a dangerous method. At the moment, he showed the expression that the world was spinning and didn't know what happened, and stared at the man below him dumbfounded. After a while, tears suddenly fell one by one.
Xiang He An is in pain. He originally wanted to say a few words to her, but the beauty was crying, and the pear blossoms brought rain, how could he be willing? So he gently touched her still wet back, and said softly, "Okay, okay, don't cry, get up quickly, and be careful to catch a cold for a while."
Speaking, Qing Huan has been hugged. Qing Huan was carried to the bed obediently by him, and wrapped in a clean towel that Xiang He An brought. The whole person wrapped in it looked so cute, like a little baby.
Xiang and Anke have never served others like this. From childhood to adulthood, he was the one who was served. However, the woman who now has his child in her arms told him to be willing to pay for it. As long as he thought that his first child would be born in a few months, Xiang He'an felt that, let alone making meat pads for Qing Huan After wiping my body, I am willing to sacrifice my life for her!
For some reason, since he learned that she was pregnant, Xiang and An felt that Hongluan was a little different, but he couldn't tell what the difference was. He could only blame the pregnancy in the end. reason. I heard that pregnancy can change a woman's temperament, which should be true.
Qing Huan naturally wouldn't be arrogant and arrogant. She raised her eyes and glanced at He An quickly, and then she shrank back, her whole person was like a poor little white flower, so pitiful and pitiful. Xiang He'an's whole body was numb from her watery and wet eyes, but he couldn't hold back, and lowered his head to kiss Qinghuan's mouth.
The little mouth was extraordinarily warm and sweet, and Xiang Hean almost wanted to drown in it and was unwilling to break free, but Qinghuan pushed him away and said softly, "Master, you are all wet, Let your maids and concubines wait for you to bathe and purify your body."
Xiang He'an was a little dizzy because of her fascination. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he murmured a good word unexpectedly.
Scholar-bureaucrats are well versed in the principle that men are superior to women, and they are used to being served by women, so how can they bend over to be nice to a woman? But thanks to this, Qing Huan felt that Xiang He'an was nothing more than that. He is not like other men, full of contempt or disdain for women. He completely believes that women are gentle and courteous to serve others. How could he have thought that such a gentle and graceful woman would be extremely terrifying if she became angry? ?
Xiang He'an stepped into the tub that Qing Huan had just used. From beginning to end, he followed Qing Huan's instructions without any resistance. Qing Huan seemed to be aware that there was something strange in this, but she didn't care too much. Only when Xiang He'an was a person with an unstable temperament would she be hooked after a little seduction.
The soft and delicate little hands poured water on him, the jade hands were as crisp, and the feeling of smoothness made Xiang He'an close his eyes intoxicated. After a long while, he couldn't help holding Qing Huan's wrist, letting her get closer to him, and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
"It is an honor for a maid and concubine to be able to serve the master. What about hard work or not?" At this opportunity, Qing Huan bent down slightly, her figure was really indescribably attractive. After she had just finished bathing, she was frightened and only wore a thin bedclothes on her body, making her even more beautiful.
Xiang He'an is just an ordinary man,
How can he not be fascinated by beauty, especially he feels that today's Hongluan is more beautiful than usual. Compared with her usual lack of spiritual energy, she became extra exciting when she was pregnant.
The two looked at each other for a long time, and the fire of love slowly burned, and Xiang Hean's eyes flashed a strange light. If it was on weekdays, he would have turned the clouds and rains with the beautiful woman, but now that Qinghuan is pregnant, he How can she ignore the fetus in her womb, but only care about her own desires?
Qing Huan didn't move, just lowered her head slightly. From Xiang He'an's point of view, her facial features are extraordinarily delicate. Even if you don't touch such a beauty, just looking at it will be pleasing to the eye. Especially when she was still pregnant with her own child, most likely her eldest son, Xiang He'an felt that her messy thoughts were really unreasonable. A woman like Hongluan deserves to be loved in every possible way.
...This kind of feeling, he only had when Hongluan first entered the mansion. Later, she gradually changed, and he was not happy with her. If he used the child to feel the beginning of love again, he would like to He An himself also felt incredible. Thinking about it, he was a little bit fond of the new and disliked the old, which made him, a self-proclaimed gentleman, feel a little contemptuous.
Qing Huan also seemed to have noticed what was wrong with Xiang He'an, so she looked up at him with a look of surprise on her face, looking at Xiang He'an, her mouth opened slightly, making him feel guilty.
Clear soup and little water (6)
The kitten looked unlovable, the more Emperor Yuanshou looked at it, the more amused he felt. After a while, he took the cat into his arms, and didn't care that the ink on her body would stain his robe, he laughed Said: "Do you dare to be naughty next time?"
Qing Huan's face was full of cows. She knew that she would not step on her claws. She was purely for fun. How could she know that Emperor Yuanshou's heart was so small.
She let out a meow and thought that Emperor Yuanshou would forget it. Unexpectedly, he continued to hold her small claws and dipped the ink to seal the seal. Don't you dare to be more foolish? This, what a formality!
The last pile of high memorials was covered with Qinghuan's small paw prints of plum blossoms. She was so tired that the little white cat had completely turned into a flower cat. Emperor Yuanshou lifted her up, held her in his arms, and drove back to the palace.
It was steaming hot, Qing Huan had the honor to take a bath with Emperor Panlong today.
Most cats are naturally afraid of water, and Qinghuan is no exception. Her four claws tightly hooked Emperor Yuanshou's clothes and refused to go down, and her nervous appearance was especially funny. Emperor Yuanshou opened her claws, and seeing that she was really scared, he ordered someone to bring a small wooden basin in, and then put Qing Huan in it.
A little cat is lying in a wooden basin, and is also very well-behaved.
It was always the palace servants who served Emperor Yuanshou to bathe and groom, and it was the first time to serve Emperor Yuanshou to others. Several times he couldn't control his strength and pulled Qing Huan's hair in pain. She whimpered twice, obediently lying in the basin and didn't dare to move. Just kidding, it's no joke if it's knocked over. She didn't want to drink Emperor Yuanshou's bath water at all!
The maids serving around are also dumbfounded. What is the emperor doing to have such a good time with a cat?
Emperor Yuanshou doesn't care what the maids are thinking, he is very interested in cats now, so he is willing to spoil her and play with her. The fur on the kitten is very smooth, and it will become even worse after encountering water. It is floating in the water like satin, and its delicate appearance makes people want to caress carefully.
The ink quickly drifted away, and Emperor Yuanshou rubbed the pancreas on Qing Huan again. The kitten was washed clean and fragrant and wrapped in a clean towel.
When he finished washing himself, the maid presented Qing Huan who had made the cat roll. Emperor Yuanshou smiled and looked at the cat wrapped in a towel with a pair of different-colored eyes looking around, took it into his arms, and nodded her head: "This time I washed it clean, if you don't take care of yourself again, I'll throw you into the ink."
The threat made Qing Huan tremble. This person is really bad.
She hurriedly meowed twice and licked Emperor Yuanshou's fingers in a pleasing manner. His warm and slender hands hugged her and wiped her hair. If the towel was wet, change another one until Qinghuan's hair was dry. Now, Emperor Yuanshou remembered himself.
The cat litter is obviously useless, and Qing Huan was placed on the dragon bed early in the morning. Just when she was waiting for Emperor Yuanshou to come to bed, Emperor Yuanshou came over and pinched her pink claws: "I have something to do, I will come back later, go to sleep first, understand?"
Something wrong? What's up? Qing Huan didn't react for a while, and subconsciously grunted, Emperor Yuanshou thought she had agreed, nodded her nose, turned around and went out, not forgetting to leave a palace maid here to look after her.
Qing Huan lay on the pillow, tilted her head and thought for a while, before the palace maid was not paying attention, she jumped out of bed secretly, and ran in the direction Yuanshou Emperor left.