Chu Jiaoli, whose vision was completely dark, stood calmly on the spot and said: "It was His Highness who asked the slave to undress."
Beigong Tengxiao originally wanted to tease her, but he didn't expect her to be so straightforward. He smiled faintly and said, "I didn't make it clear to you, just wear a coat."
"Yes." Chu Jiaoli responded calmly. The surroundings were so quiet and the only sound in her ears was his light breathing. She added, "Girls... shouldn't be so close to a man, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Beigong Tengxiao's heart beat faster. He immediately let go of his hand, took a step back, and said, "You're right."
Chu Jiaoli slowly opened her eyes, and the mist of water blurred her vision. She looked at the petals floating in the bath and said: "However, I am just a slave. You and I only have a master-servant relationship. It has nothing to do with men and women. Your Highness does not need to worry about being a slave.
"
Beigong Tengxiao chuckled and said, "You are also a little girl who has not yet left the court."
He still respected her as before.
Chu Jiaoli raised her eyebrows gently and said, "Then, what should I do next?"
Beigong Tengxiao raised his hand, put his finger to his lips and coughed lightly, saying: "I don't like to be served while I'm bathing. Please wait outside the screen."
"yes."
Chu Jiaoli walked slowly outside the screen. When she heard the gurgling water, she had nothing to do and lowered her head in boredom.
After a long time, she fell into deep thought.
Countless figures of Xiang Niao could not help but flash through my mind.
She once thought that if there was no Xiang Yini, she would be happier.
But now, Beigong Tengxiao has not yet married her, but Chu Jiaoli is filled with helplessness.
Bei Gong Lie loved Xiang Yini so much, and Bei Gong Tengxiao had always obeyed her father. She could see clearly that it was Chu Jiaoli who beat the mandarin ducks, not the flawless Xiang Yini...
After thinking about it, she couldn't help but sigh softly, her dull eyes revealed unspeakable sadness, and a crystal tear rolled down her cheek.
Chu Jiaoli is not the only one who has troubles.
Beigong Tengxiao also sighed, raised his head and leaned against the stone bricks, looking at the lingering mist, and said: "Please chat with me for a while."
Hearing the sound, Chu Jiaoli was suddenly startled. She didn't expect that he would suddenly talk to her.
She pursed her lips, immediately raised her hand to wipe away her tears, swallowed, calmed down, and said, "Yes."
"What do you think of the five daughters today?"
Chu Jiaoli was stunned for a moment, her eyes dimmed for a moment. She and he were thinking about the same thing...
She slowly exhaled and said: "Your Highness, the purpose of the Emperor's banquet...is to let you choose a mate?"
Beigong Tengxiao slowly closed his eyes and said, "I know."
Chu Jiaoli lowered her head and said unhurriedly: "I think that based on appearance and figure alone, the five young ladies are all top-notch. However, given His Highness's criteria for choosing a mate, judging from family background, if
Miss Li Er, the daughter of the Imperial Preceptor, or Miss Hua Er, the daughter of the Minister of Etiquette, or Miss Meng San, the daughter of the Minister of Household Affairs, are all helpful to His Highness in the court, but..."
Hearing this, Beigong Tengxiao raised the corners of her lips slightly, and her analysis made some sense: "But what?"
"However, according to my understanding, Miss Meng San is jealous and Miss Hua Er is cruel. On the surface, they appear to be gentle and considerate to His Highness, but in fact they will harm His Highness's concubines and heirs. They should not be kept by your side often."
Beigong Tengxiao raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Oh? So Li Qingyuan is the candidate for the crown princess in your mind?"
"Miss Li Er is certainly good, but in such a role, the most she can do is to be His Highness's concubine." Chu Jiaoli slowly clenched her fists, gently opened her lips, and said words that she would never have said in her previous life.
"No matter from any angle, the person who is most flawless and most suitable for His Highness is Mr. Xiang's palm, Miss Xiang."
Hearing this, Beigong Tengxiao chuckled and said, "Everyone says she is good, is she that good?"
Chu Jiaoli was stunned for a moment, then said with a wry smile: "She... of course is fine."
When the words fell, Beigong Tengxiao did not respond to her, and the silence made a trace of doubt flash in her eyes.
Could it be that he only developed a crush on Xiang Yini after they got married?
Chu Jiaoli pursed her lips, and while she was in a daze, she didn't know when Beigong Tengxiao had finished bathing, put on his underwear and stood in front of her.
She didn't look up at him, but took out a box from her sleeve and handed it to him.
Beigong Tengxiao lowered his head, but his eyes did not stay on the wooden box. He looked at the red wound on the back of her hand. After raising his hand to take away the wooden box, he grabbed her hand with the other hand avoiding the wound and said: "
Why is it more serious than this morning?"
Seeing his frown, Chu Jiaoli's mind was filled with Sun Wanwan's ridicule. When they first met in the previous life, Chu Jiaoli was already dressed up beautifully even though she was married to a wife. She had never shown him such a scarred body.
she?
Even Sun Wanwan is so disgusted, let alone...
She gritted her teeth and took out her hand, turned her back to Beigong Tengxiao, and said, "It's just a wound, not a scar. It will heal. Your Highness won't find it an eyesore if you don't look at it."
Bei Gong Tengxiao looked at her slightly excessive reaction, and someone must have made fun of her over such a trivial matter.
He took her wrist and turned her around. He took a clean handkerchief from the shelf and dipped some water into the basin. He gently wiped her wound and said, "It depends on whether it will be cured or not."
It depends on whether you take it seriously."
Chu Jiaoli showed a sarcastic smile and said: "So, does Your Highness think that this slave will be stupid enough to hurt himself?"
Beigong Tengxiao paused slightly and said: "If someone bullies you, you can tell me that you are from me, and bullying you is an offense to Muyang Palace."
Chu Jiaoli raised her eyes and looked at him and said, "My slave has already said it."
Beigong Tengxiao considered it for a moment, slowly put down her hand, and said, "I will handle it."
Chu Jiaoli exhaled lightly and said: "Someone has already vented his anger on my behalf, so I don't need to worry about it, Your Highness."
It turned out that she wanted to watch the fun.
Beigong Tengxiao smiled calmly, looked at the wooden box held in his other hand, opened the wooden box, picked up the hosta in the box, looked at it carefully, and said: "This hosta is worn by girls, and
Not suitable for me."
"Miss Sun gave this to the slave. She wanted the slave to say something nice for her." Chu Jiaoli said truthfully.
Beigong Tengxiao understood, and had already imagined in his mind the scene of Sun Wanwan forcefully grabbing her hand and giving this thing to her, and then uttering harsh words after touching the wound.
Thinking of this, he slowly clenched his fists and brought her into the palace to protect her. He never thought that within a few hours, she would be wronged, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty in his heart.
"So, you don't want to accept her gift and want to return it to her? That's why you want to eavesdrop and then walk out?"