Ruan Yuyi huddled on the bench, with dark water stains from her chest to her waist. She lowered her eyes and said nothing, as if she was frightened, which was quite pitiful.
Wen Zhi, who was standing by the side, was also startled. He rushed forward and scolded, "What are you doing! Why don't you hurry up and clean up!"
Although Yuesha was immersed in picking up broken pieces of porcelain, looking terrified, she felt secretly happy in her heart. She should get boiling water and pour it on this man's face.
While thinking randomly, she accidentally cut her hand on the sharp edge of the porcelain piece. Blood beads suddenly appeared from her fingertips, and she let out a soft cry.
Yuesha crouched down, her skirt trailing to the floor. It was inevitable that some of the water on the ground was stained, and she looked a little embarrassed. Cheng thought that this look would win the pity of the handsome young man next to her, but she didn't expect him to even look at her.
I suddenly felt a little frustrated.
Ruan Yuyi didn't know what the slave girl in front of her was thinking.
She wiped her dress with a handkerchief, but some of it had seeped into it, and she couldn't wipe it off even if it was wet. At most, she could only remove the tea leaves stuck to it.
She looked at Jiang Huaiyang with embarrassment, "Your Highness, are there any clothes that I can change here?" Although her words were a bit inappropriate, the tea stains on this dress were particularly conspicuous, so she couldn't just go out like this.
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The clothes she was wearing were not too thick, and the snow-white patch on her skirt was exposed. When the warm tea touched her, she turned red delicately.
Jiang Huaiyang didn't know what he thought of, and his throat moved.
He turned his face, thought for a moment, and told Wen Zhi, "Go and get the skirt from the concubine's room and give it to her."
As soon as Wen Zhi heard this, he knew which one he was talking about.
When the master came over just now, he brought with him a dress made by the palace for the concubine. Although the material was chosen by the concubine herself, when she actually saw the thing, she thought the style was too fancy.
Originally, the master was asked to take back any concubine he wanted and rewarded it, which was not considered a waste, but now it was put to good use.
This can be regarded as a solution to the urgent need. Does it not require the consent of the concubine to take the clothes of the concubine? Ruan Yuyi was a little hesitant, so she asked the doubts in her mind.
Jiang Huaiyang raised his eyelids slightly, "Don't ask too much, just change it if you have it."
It's just a piece of clothing, it's not worth being so frightened about, not to mention that the concubine doesn't like it.
Seeing what he had said, Ruan Yuyi stopped talking and was led away by Wen Pheasant.
When I left, I saw Yuesha still lying on the ground cleaning up, looking pitiful with her head lowered and her eyes downcast. She didn't think much about it, and casually comforted her, "I'm fine, don't be afraid. Just be more careful next time."
But after all, the maids in the big mansion were more thoughtful than those in the small mansion like Cheng Mansion. Ruan Yuyi walked in for a long time, still tidying up, hoping that the prince or the young master in front of her would look at her more.
One glance.
Yuesha couldn't wait for his reaction, so she stood up and wanted to say something, "I..."
But he saw Jiang Huaiyang's eyes were gloomy, as if she didn't exist. He ignored her and left the Huxin Pavilion. As he strode around, his clothes were slightly fluttering, bringing with them a faint fragrance on the clothes.
In fact, he didn't know what the slave girl in front of him was thinking. If he really compared it, he would be much smarter than those old guys in the court. He was just indifferent and bored, so he didn't want to stay here anymore.
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After Wen Zhi brought Ruan Yuyi clothes, he found a nearby empty room for her to change.
She carried her clothes and went behind the huge screen.
The material of this soft smoke skirt is really excellent. It feels very light when you hold it in your hand, as if you are holding a cloud. Because it is autumn, it is lined with a thicker layer, so it will not be cold or cold.
Too heavy.
Mu Xiang put them on for her one by one, while secretly praising that the young lady's skin was really smooth and smooth. In this darker place, it looked like fine jade, with not a single flaw visible.
Ruan Yuyi heard the faint conversation between Jiang Huaiyang and Wen Zhi outside the closed door.
Feeling that Mu Xiang was about to tie the thin ribbon on her back, she held it down with her backhand, "That's it, no need to tie it."
Mu Xiang's eyes widened slightly, and she asked in confusion, "Miss?" This tie is connected to the fabric on the chest. With this style, wouldn't it be easy to fall off if it is not fastened?
Ruan Yuyi didn't explain much. She took the short coat from Mu Xiang's arm, put it on and went out. Although she couldn't tell at first glance, she still needed to cover her chest with one hand and pull some fabric, otherwise it would
Release it directly.
She opened the door a crack, poked out a face with reddish cheeks, and said softly, "Your Highness, the frenulum is entangled. I can't see it myself, and Mu Xiang can't untie it."
She pursed her lips slightly and blinked her watery eyes, signaling for him to help. Jiang Huaiyang was also startled, and his breathing was slightly choked.
"Why are you so stupid? How do you usually dress?" He said in a deep voice.
She noticed that Wen Zhi was also on the side. Although he had turned his back, he was still so embarrassed that the ends of his eyes were dyed red, "It was just an accident..."
Isn't this method more clever than that of the maid in Huxinting? Although Jiang Huaiyang felt like Ming Jing'er in his heart, he still pushed the door open and entered by mistake.
There were no lamps lit in the room, and it became a little darker once the door was closed, but something seemed to be surging in the dark air, bringing with it an inexplicable warmth.
Mu Xiang understood and avoided the outside. As soon as she left, Ruan Yuyi and Jiang Huaiyang were the only two people left in the room.
"Turn your back." His voice was as calm as an order.
Ruan Yuyi turned around obediently. The little coat slipped from her shoulders and was hooked by her forearms. It was half hanging on the ground. As expected, there were two different kinds of silk threads entangled on her back, and some were even tied in two places.
Finished.
Jiang Huaiyang stretched out his hand to lift up her frenulum, and when he untied it, it inevitably touched her skin, causing her to tremble from time to time, and she subconsciously wanted to hide forward.
After being noticed by Jiang Huaiyang, he pressed her shoulder and said, "Don't move."
Because she couldn't see Jiang Huaiyang's appearance, she could feel his rough fingertips very clearly across her back, and she was more sensitive than usual.
Ruan Yuyi gritted her teeth and felt the desire to escape, letting him move behind her.
She didn't know what was being pulled inadvertently. She trembled all over. She picked up her dress and walked a few steps away. Seeing her eyes wide open, Jiang Huaiyang finally realized what was entangled with her coat.
Lace up.
Ruan Yuyi felt that her voice was trembling a little, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, how about I do it myself."
He chuckled, "Didn't you ask me to help? Why are you hiding now?" This knot could be untied quickly, but he deliberately delayed it, wanting to take a look at this little knot.
How did the lady react?
But she was quite brave, and she actually got into such a tangle and asked him to solve it.
Seeing that she looked nervous and even her neck was red, he stopped teasing her and asked her to turn around again and help her out.
The dancer has no fat on his body, his body is slender and his spine is straight. Even his butterfly bone is particularly obvious. There is a small mole slightly to the left between the two protruding bones.
This little mole, like its owner, was born to be particularly delicate and small, but its color was darker, as if it had to be so eye-catching to reward those who were qualified to see this piece of her skin.
The little brown mole was just like the one in his dream.
He even remembered that when they were whispering in the middle of the night, he had kissed it religiously countless times, like a silent vow.
Jiang Huaiyang's hands froze for a moment and he quickly fixed her frenulum.