The rise of the poor

Chapter 861
The moon and stars are sparse, and the night dew is silent.

Zhu Pingan, who was on duty at night, thought it would be difficult for him to fall asleep, but unexpectedly, he fell asleep unknowingly after counting more than 100 buns.

"Hoo. Hoo. Hoo."

The snoring sounded rhythmically, echoing the cries outside the window, playing a continuous nocturne.

The bun girl lying on the bed in the master bedroom has a muddy head, and her bun face is wrinkled like a bun, tossing and turning, staring at the curtain for a while, staring at the wall in a daze for a while, and burying herself in the pillow in a daze for a while.
My head is muddled and my heart is in a mess.

tossing and turning.

With a pair of small hands hugging her shoulders, she rolled to the east and west of the bed for a while, but no matter how she rolled, the thin blanket on her body was well wrapped.

Because the thin blanket was covered by my uncle.

"Maybe I won't be able to sleep tonight"

When the little maid of Baozi stared at the curtain in a daze, she thought so in her heart.

Just when Baozi's little maid was thinking so, Zhu Ping'an's rhythmic snoring sound came over during the night.

Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh.
The little maid of Baozi couldn't help but pricked up her ears, and opened her cherry-like mouth slightly. It turns out that my uncle can also snore.
it's wired

Listening to my uncle's snoring, why do I feel so at ease.

I don't think about anything anymore, and I don't think about anything in my heart anymore, my head is no longer confused, and my heart is no longer in a mess.

Before, it was like a small boat teetering in a stormy sea.

After my uncle’s snoring sounded, the stormy sea seemed to calm down all of a sudden. The small boat that was crumbling was now sailing quietly in the vast sea. The soft moonlight shone on the boat and the sea, dyeing the boat and the sea. Qinghui.

No more tossing and turning.

The wrinkled bun face also relaxed.

The little bun girl was lying on her side facing the direction of the night, like a baby, holding a thin blanket with both hands and feet, and she closed her eyes in peace amidst the continuous snoring, and her long eyelashes were laid out peacefully I fell asleep gradually.

Soon fell asleep.

I don't know what I dreamed in the dream.

A bun's face bloomed like a flower, revealing two lovely dimples, the corners of the mouth also curved up beautifully, and even a black hair seemed to bloom on the pillow like a flower.

"Grandpa, take it easy."

In a quiet bedroom, a young girl muttered indistinctly in her dreams, and no one was destined to hear her.

The next morning, Yin time, that is, four or five o'clock.

Zhu Pingan's biological clock played a role, and he opened his eyes on time from a familiar dream. The night outside the window gradually faded away, only a faint sense of light came in, and things could be seen blurred. She looked like she had just woken up, and the sound of girls washing and sweeping the court could be faintly heard outside.

After opening his eyes, Zhu Pingan stretched out his hands, stretched his waist, rubbed his eyes, lifted the thin blanket, and sat up slowly.

After sitting up, Zhu Pingan realized that what he was covering was not like a thin blanket, but a piece of clothing.

He was also naked, with only a pair of shorts on his lower body.

The clothes of the ancients were relatively loose, and they used more fabric than modern clothes. In summer, it was also hot at night. In order to cool off, Zhu Pingan took off his pajamas, leaving only a pair of shorts. The thin blanket covered his stomach, so he didn't realize it at the time, but after he sat up, he realized that he was covered with a piece of clothing last night.

Pick up the clothes.

Zhu Pingan saw that the clothes in his hand were pink clothes through the faint light from the window.

Cotton.

Looks like a pajamas.

The nighttime clothes couldn't be Li Shu's, and the clothes were semi-new. It looked like they had been worn and washed many times. With Li Shu's habit of cleanliness, it was impossible for a piece of clothing to be changed and washed so many times.

You can narrow down the range of clothes that are worth night. They can only be Li Shu's personal maids, and Hua'er is the most valuable among the personal maids, and Qin'er has also been valued a few times.

There is still a difference in their height and weight.

Zhu Pingan unfolded his clothes and took a closer look.

Haven't waited to see.

A scent spread to the nostrils.

Ok

The scent of bathing, mixed with the faint scent of a girl.

The taste is somewhat familiar.

Soon Zhu Pingan remembered that this smell was exactly the smell that came from Baozi's little maid Hua'er last night when she pushed down the little maid to cover her with a thin blanket.

Then, the owner of the clothes is the painting.

Cough
Although it's a bit embarrassing, it's just covering the clothes, it's nothing, it won't have any effect.

Furthermore, if I don't say anything, no one knows, it's as if it didn't happen.

Just let it go.

Zhu Pingan coughed in embarrassment, and was about to put the clothes in his hands aside, but just as Zhu Pingan was about to put them away, he suddenly found that the clothes were wet, a wet heart-shaped mark.

Uh? !

Zhu Ping'an felt dizzy, and a voice rang in his heart.

Could it be a wet dream? !
Zhu Pingan suddenly looked down.

Uh

Sure enough, a heart shape was also wet on the shorts.

Nima.

This is really embarrassing.

My first name.

Zhu Pingan looked out of the window at 45 degrees, his lips moved slightly, and he let out a long breath after a long time.

How about a destruction of corpses and traces? !
No.

Zhu Pingan shook his head and vetoed this idea. If he did this, the little maid of Baozi would definitely look for her clothes if she found them missing.

washed? !
I don't have time. Besides, there is a special laundry room in this mansion. Li Shu and a maid do laundry. Yesterday, she washed a piece of clothing by herself, and Qin'er was rushing to wash it.

If you go to wash the picture pajamas by yourself, you will definitely be discovered, and then...
What should I do?
When Zhu Pingan was at a loss, his eyes glanced over the head of the bed inadvertently, er, there was a set of clean official robes neatly stacked on the head of the bed, and all kinds of undergarments beside the bed were neatly arranged on the head of the bed.

Obviously someone came in and put in the clothes he was going to wear today.

Cough
In other words, before I woke up this morning, someone had already come in.

Wouldn't that say.

The person who came in in the morning may have discovered the fact that he covered himself with pictures and slept in pajamas, and even the fact that he had nocturnal emissions.

It's not possible, it's certain.

Zhu Pingan glanced again, and found that among the bedside clothes, a pair of clean shorts was placed in the most conspicuous place.

If you haven't found it, why prepare a pair of shorts.

Deep in thought.

Zhu Ping'an suddenly felt his face was burning hot and hot. If there was a mirror, Zhu Ping'an would find that his face was as red as Guan Gong.

If he plays Guan Gong on the stage, Zhu Ping'an doesn't even need makeup.

Embarrassment is frank.

Dong Chuang had already had an incident, and no matter what he did, it was irreparable. Instead, Zhu Pingan calmed down, took a breath, put Hua'er's pajamas aside, picked up the bedside clothes, changed into them, and got out of bed.

As if nothing happened, he left the room.

(End of this chapter)