The tea that had just been brewed was already cold, so Yun Chenan brewed it again.
Wen Nianruan lowered his eyes and saw the red mark on the back of his hand, and his eyes narrowed: "What's wrong with your hand?"
Yun Chenan glanced at the red mark on his hand and didn't care about it: "I accidentally got burned by the tea just now."
When he heard that she was about to go to bed, the hand holding the hot tea shook unconsciously.
Wen Nianruan felt pity and pain, how could he bear to let such a beautiful hand get hurt even a little bit.
"Why don't you apply some medicine?"
Yun Chenan chuckled: "It's a small injury, it will be fine in a while."
But she looked sympathetic.
Wen Nianruan stood up and looked around the hall: "Where is the medicine?"
Yun Chenan raised his eyes: "In the third grid from the left on the shelf."
Wen Nianruan found the medicine and brought it over. He sat down and opened the medicine. He raised his chin to Yun Chenan and said, "Give me your hand."
Yun Chenan was startled for a moment, then put his hand in front of her. Wen Nianruan poured the medicine on his fingertips and took his hand closer. Yun Chenan's fingertips trembled almost unnoticeably.
As usual, his hand was still so cold, but Wen Nianruan's hand was warm. The moment it touched his hand, his fingertips burned.
Wen Nianruan really had no resistance to beautiful hands. She gently applied the medicine on her fingertips to the back of Yun Chenan's hand and stared at his hand without blinking, as if admiring it.
A finely crafted work of art.
Even, I want to take it as my own.
After the medicine was applied, Wen Nianruan was still holding her hand tightly, but Yun Chenan gently pulled it away without twitching.
He raised his eyes, with a smile in his eyes: "Are you okay yet?"
"Oh, okay," Wen Nianruan let go of his hand after regaining consciousness, with a trace of reluctance floating in his eyes.
His hands are not only beautiful to look at, but also feel good to the touch. They are delicate and smooth, and are more comfortable to touch than that delicate lady's delicate hands.
Wen Nianruan's eyes followed Yun Chenan's movements of making tea, and he sighed in his heart, whatever he did with his hands was pleasing to the eye.
Yun Chenan lowered his eyes and concentrated on making tea. He felt her eyes always falling on his hands. He raised his eyes and looked at her: "You like my hands very much?"
Wen Nianruan scratched his head: "Hey, I have a fetish for hands. When I see beautiful hands, I can't help but look at them more."
Yun Chenan lowered his eyes: "Do you also like other men's hands?"
"I don't like it. Other men's hands are not as good-looking as yours," Wen Nianruan said with a smile.
The corners of Yun Chenan's mouth curved slightly, and a smile overflowed.
He asked softly: "Do you only like my hands on me?"
ha?
Wen Nianruan was stunned.
It's impossible to just like his hands, she likes him more as a person.
But, can this be said?
Will it develop too fast?
Should she be more reserved?
Yun Chenan watched the expression on her face change back and forth, sometimes confused and sometimes shy, and he didn't know what she was thinking.
He didn't ask any more questions and placed a cup of hot tea in front of her.
"After drinking this cup of tea, you should go back."
A light voice, very soft and soft.
"oh."
Wen Nianruan responded, with a bit of reluctance and loss in his eyes.
She drank a cup of tea for half an hour before finishing it. Wen Nianruan stood up and said, "I'm going back."
Yun Chenan nodded.
Wen Nianruan's feet did not move: "Aren't you going to send me off?"
He laughed softly: "Fuhua Palace is only a hundred meters away from Yueyao Palace."
"oh."
Wen Nianruan was disappointed again. She turned around and left. After taking two steps, she turned back: "I don't just like your hands, I like you more."
After saying that, she disappeared with a swish.
After two lifetimes, this is the first time I say the word "like" to a man. I feel so shy.
Yun Chenan's face was slightly condensed, and he raised his eyes to look at the figure who had run out of the hall, with a faint smile in his eyes.
It's really like a cat that only scratches people.
Suddenly, Yun Chenan's expression changed, he covered his heart and frowned, his dark pupils were turning red, looking strange and evil. He staggered up and bumped into the tea cup on the table.
Xizhu outside the hall heard the noise and quickly entered the hall. Seeing Yun Chenan's painful expression, his face was horrified: "Master!"
Yun Chenan raised his eyes and looked over, his strange red eyes seemed to be stained with blood, and they were strange and cold.
Xizhu's spine stiffened and cold sweat broke out on his back.
Why is this man back?
After Wen Nianruan returned to Fuhua Palace, she fell asleep. The entanglement with Xiao Jinran tonight took up too much of her energy.
The night breeze blows gently, the palace is quiet and peaceful, and you have a good night's sleep.
In the early morning, before Wen Nianruan woke up, two uninvited guests came outside the hall.
Li Huachun was dressed in silk brocade, with a gold hairpin on her head, and various jade bracelets and rings on her hands. She was dressed in jewels, which showed her noble status as Mrs. Hou.
She was accompanied by a young girl, wearing a blue pleated skirt with scattered flowers, dotted with pearls, noble yet elegant, with a thin layer of powder on her face, a beautiful face, and only a hollow butterfly on her head.
Jin Chai, neither cumbersome nor elegant.
The woman's physical appearance is somewhat similar to Wen Ruochu's, a little less delicate and a little more graceful than Wen Ruochu.
Her name is Wen Ruchu, she is the fifth eldest child in the Hou family, she is also the biological daughter of Li Huachun, and the biological sister of Wen Nianruan and Wen Ruochu.
Li Huachun had an old face from the moment she entered Fuhua Palace. The further she walked inside, the deserted palace made her face look uglier.
Qiu Bai was cleaning the hall, and when he saw two people walking in, he was stunned with rags in his hands: "Who are you two?"
Li Huachun raised his eyebrows and said sharply: "How presumptuous! I am your mother-in-law. You don't even know me. What do you do for food on weekdays!"
Wen Ruchu pulled Li Huachun's hand and said, "Mom, please be patient." She turned to Qiu Bai with a gentle and generous smile: "I am the fifth sister of Concubine Wen, and I came to the palace with my mother today.
I want to visit my fourth sister."
Compared with Li Huachun's arrogance, Wen Ruchu's humble attitude is much more comfortable.
It turned out that someone came from the Hou Mansion.
Qiu Bai was not in a hurry, and bent down to salute calmly: "This servant is blind and did not recognize the Fifth Miss and Mrs. Hou. I hope that the Fifth Miss and Mrs. Hou will forgive me."
Since her mother-in-law entered the palace, this was the first time that Madam Hou had entered the palace to see her mother-in-law. It was also the first time for her to see her. It was strange that she could recognize her.
Li Huachun's face was still ugly, and he said with airs: "Where is your mother-in-law? Why don't you see her coming out to greet you?"
Qiu Bai replied: "Your Majesty is still sleeping and hasn't gotten up yet."
Li Huachun's face turned even darker and he scolded: "What time is it now? I'm still sleeping. Don't you have to go to pay your respects to the Queen Mother? Why don't you understand any rules?"
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Qiu Bai was speechless.
The Emperor is not as lenient as this Madam Hou. The Emperor doesn't care how long her mother-in-law sleeps, and when it is her turn to dictate.
Qiu Bai kept a smile on his face: "Back to Madam Hou, the Queen Mother is considerate of my mother-in-law's poor health, so she spared her the gift of greetings."
Li Huachun choked, glared at Qiu Bai angrily, stretched out his hand to push her away, and walked towards the bedroom.