Chapter eight hundred and fifty seventh embarrassing extreme
The moon and stars are sparse, and the night dew is silent.
Zhu Ping'an, who was going to bed at night, thought he would have trouble falling asleep, but he didn't expect to fall asleep unknowingly after counting more than a hundred buns.
"Hululu"
The snoring sounded rhythmically, echoing the screams outside the window, playing an endless nocturne.
The little maid Baozi was lying on the bed in the master bedroom. Her head was mushy, and her face was wrinkled more like a bun. She was tossing and turning, staring at the curtain in a daze, staring at the wall in a daze, and burying herself in the pillow in a daze.
My head is mushy and my heart is confused.
Tossing and turning.
A pair of small hands hugged his shoulders, and he rolled to the east of the bed, and then to the west of the bed, but no matter how he rolled, the thin blanket around him was still well wrapped.
Because the thin blanket was covered by my uncle.
"I might not be able to sleep tonight."
The little maid Baozi thought like this in her heart while staring at the curtain in a daze.
Just when Baozi's little maid was thinking this, Zhu Ping'an's rhythmic snoring came over at night.
purr purr
The little maid Baozi couldn't help but prick up her ears and open her small cherry-like mouth slightly. It turns out that her uncle also snores.
it's wired
Why do I feel so at ease listening to my uncle's snoring?
I don’t think about anything anymore in my head, and I don’t think about anything in my heart anymore. My head is no longer muddy, and my heart is no longer confused.
It was like a small boat teetering on a stormy sea.
After my uncle's snore sounded, the stormy sea seemed to be calm all of a sudden. The originally rickety boat was now sailing quietly in the vast sea. The gentle moonlight shone on the boat, and the sea dyed the whole boat and the whole sea.
of clear brilliance.
No more tossing and turning.
The wrinkled face also relaxed and relaxed.
The little maid Baozi lay sideways towards the night watch, like a baby, holding the thin blanket with her hands and feet. Amidst the continuous snoring, she closed her eyes with peace of mind, and her long eyelashes spread quietly.
Then, he gradually fell asleep.
Soon he fell asleep.
I don’t know what I dreamed about in my dream.
A bun-like face bloomed like a flower, revealing two lovely dimples, the corners of the mouth also raised a beautiful arc, and even a head of black hair seemed to bloom like a flower on the pillow.
"Uncle, be gentle"
In a quiet bedroom, a girl muttered vague words in her sleep, destined to be unheard by no one.
The next morning, Yin Shi, that is, four or five o'clock.
Zhu Ping'an's biological clock worked, and he opened his eyes on time from his deep sleep. The darkness outside the window gradually faded away, and only a faint sense of light came in. He could see things blurry. The sky and the earth were like a light black splashed ink picture, and everything was blurry.
He looked like he had just woken up, and outside he could vaguely hear the sounds of girls washing and sweeping the yard.
After opening his eyes, Zhu Pingan stretched out his hands, rubbed his eyes, lifted the thin blanket, and slowly sat up.
After sitting up, Zhu Pingan realized that he was not covered with a thin blanket, but with a piece of clothing.
I was also shirtless, with only a pair of shorts on my lower body.
The clothes of the ancients were larger and made of much more fabric than modern clothes. It was also hot at night in summer. In order to cool down, Zhu Pingan took off his pajamas, leaving only a pair of shorts. In order to avoid catching a cold, he casually pulled on a pair of shorts.
The thin blanket covered my stomach, so I didn't notice it at the time. Now I sat up and realized that I was covered with a piece of clothing last night.
Pick up the clothes.
Zhu Pingan used the faint light outside the window to see that the clothes in his hands were pink.
Cotton.
It looks like it's still a piece of pajamas.
The clothes worn at night could not be Li Shu's, and they were still new. It looked like they had been worn and washed many times. With Li Shu's mysophobic habit, it was impossible for a piece of clothing to be changed and washed so many times.
We can narrow down the range of clothes for night duty. They can only be worn by Li Shu's personal maids. Among the personal maids, Hua'er is the one who works most nights, and Qin'er has also been on duty several times.
There is still a difference in height and weight between the two of them.
Zhu Pingan unfolded his clothes and took a closer look.
Not waiting to see yet.
A scent of fragrance spread to the nostrils.
Um
The scent of bathing is mixed with the faint body scent of girls.
The taste is somewhat familiar.
Zhu Ping'an soon remembered that this smell was exactly the smell that came from Baozi's maid Hua'er last night when she pushed her down to cover her with a thin blanket.
Then, the owner of the clothes is the painting.
Ahem
Although it's a little embarrassing, it's okay if it's just a cover up and it won't have any impact.
Furthermore, if I don’t tell anyone, no one will know, and it will be as if it didn’t happen.
Just let it pass.
Zhu Pingan coughed in embarrassment and was about to put the clothes aside. But just when Zhu Pingan was about to put the clothes away, he suddenly discovered that there was a wet patch on the clothes, a wet heart-shaped mark.
Well?!
Zhu Ping'an felt his head dizzy, and a voice rang in his heart.
Could it be a wet dream?!
Zhu Ping'an suddenly looked down.
Well
Sure enough, there was also a heart shape wet on my shorts.
Nima.
This is really embarrassing.
My glorious name for the rest of my life.
Zhu Pingan looked up at the window at 45 degrees, his lips twitched slightly, and after a long time he let out a long breath.
How about destroying the corpses and eliminating traces?!
no.
Zhu Pingan shook his head and rejected this idea. If he did this, the little maid Baozi would definitely look for her clothes if she found them missing. Wouldn't it be a big deal?
washed?!
I don't have time. Besides, there is a special laundry room in this mansion. Li Shu and the girl are dedicated to washing clothes. Yesterday, she washed some clothes, and Qin'er was still rushing to wash them.
If you go to wash the painted pajamas yourself, someone will definitely find out, and then
What to do?
When Zhu Ping'an was at a loss what to do, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the bedside. Well, there was a set of clean official robes neatly stacked on the bedside. Next to it, there were all kinds of clothes, all neatly arranged on the bedside.
Apparently someone came in and put the clothes he wanted to wear today.
Ahem
In other words, before I woke up this morning, someone had already come in.
Doesn't that mean.
The fact that I covered myself in pajamas to sleep, or even the fact that I had a wet dream, might have been discovered by this person who came in this morning.
It's not possible, it's certain.
Zhu Pingan glanced again and found a pair of clean shorts placed in the most conspicuous place among the bedside clothes.
If you didn't find it, why would you prepare a pair of shorts?
Very embarrassing to think about.
Zhu Pingan suddenly felt that his face was burning badly. If he had a mirror, Zhu Pingan would have noticed that his face was as red as Guan Gong.
If he were to play Guan Gong on stage, Zhu Ping'an wouldn't even need to put on makeup.
Extremely awkward but calm.
The incident in Dongchuang had already happened, and nothing could be done to reverse it. Instead, Zhu Ping'an became calm and calm, exhaled, put Hua'er's pajamas aside, picked up the clothes on the bedside, changed into them, and got out of bed.
He walked out of the room as if nothing was wrong.