idle mistress

Chapter 145 Even the Oiran Can't Keep Up With This Face

Hearing the sound of "pa", Gu Yun turned his head to look at his wife, and said mockingly: "Xu Xiaoke, you are really boring, what are you fussing about with a dying person."

For him now, making money is the most important thing.These days, he has been forced to die by creditors outside.

Hearing what her husband said, Xu Xiaoke stopped.

She looked at the dying woman in front of her, and clicked her tongue twice: "Xu Weiqiu, it's pitiful to see you turning into such a ghost..."

Just when she was gloating, she suddenly felt a cramping pain in her stomach. She was greedy this morning and ate a few more cakes. They were left over from eating the day before yesterday. .

Thinking of this, she hurriedly clutched her stomach and went out to look for a latrine.

Gu Yun wandered around the dormitory by himself. He was afraid of revealing his secrets, so he didn't dare to take more things. After stuffing a few things into the front of his clothes, he wandered around the dormitory bored, admiring the sights while walking. A rarity in the house.

Although he is brother-in-law with Prince Ling, Princess Ling doesn't treat her sister. He has met Prince Ling from a distance, but he has never been to Prince Ling's mansion, and he has never met this delicate sister-in-law.

But according to what my wife said, her elder sister looks so ugly that even the bachelors in the village didn't look down on her;

There are also rumors that this mausoleum princess has no salt in appearance.

Gu Yun felt that there were a lot of etiquette and restrictions when meeting this prince and general. As long as the benefits can be obtained, it doesn't matter if this girl without salt is seen.

He walked to the sickbed and glanced at the woman's face on the sickbed. He thought he would see an ugly face, but was startled by the woman's delicate face.

What looks salt-free?fart.

Even the oiran of the brothel can't match this face.

The unconscious woman on the couch, although her face was pale, could not hide her jade-like skin, her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were all well-shaped, and she was indeed a beautiful embryo.

This is still King Ling's woman.

Seeing that there was no one around, Gu Yun's heart became agitated, and he stretched out his hands to lighten the woman's face, eyebrows, eyes, cheeks, and nose.

The fingertips lingered on the well-shaped lips for a moment, and the hand came to the woman's neck irregularly, and was about to go down, but the hand was slapped open.

Xu Xiaoke, who came back from the toilet, never expected that what she saw when she entered the room was the idea of ​​her husband beating up this sick woman on the couch.

You know, how long has it been since he touched him, and now he has such a heart for a dying person, is he not as good as this living dead person?
This is really a great insult to Xu Xiaoke.

She glared at Gu Yun, gritted her teeth and accused in a low voice:
"Gu Yun, you are really daring! This is the Mausoleum Palace. If you want a woman, there is no such thing in the cellar, but you come here to play hooligans. If someone bumps into you, you will be rewarded! ?"

Gu Yun came back to his senses and lowered his head in shame.

He didn't know why he was obsessed with ghosts, he didn't even care about the occasion..., he was really crazy.

Knowing that her husband was attracted to the living dead on the bed, Xu Xiaoke didn't want to stay in this place for a moment. After the maid came back, she performed a false show, and then dragged her husband away in a hurry. go……
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A woman was soaked in the bathtub, and a maid was in front of her to stabilize the woman's arms to prevent her from accidentally slipping into the basin.

A nurse in her forties carefully smeared the woman's whole body with soap, another nurse carefully washed the place where the soap fell, and another maid kneeled on the ground and carefully washed the woman hair……

After washing, the four women worked together to lift the woman out of the tub and move her to another clean tub for washing again.

However, no matter how they fiddle with it, the woman remains motionless from beginning to end.

Zhao Yan stood aside and watched quietly, watching the woman like a puppet on a string, at the mercy of others.

A maid supported the woman's shoulders, and because the woman's body was covered with soap, the maid's hand slipped, and the woman slid into the water with a bang.

Several people screamed, and quickly bent over to pick him up from the water.

Zhao Yan slowly closed his eyes, he couldn't bear to look any longer, turned around and went out of the bathroom to sit in the bedroom connected to the bathroom.

Not long after, the nuns wrapped the woman who had bathed in a big brocade quilt and came in.

The four of them worked together to put the woman on the bed, lifted the brocade quilt, and the two nuns began to wipe the woman's body with bath towels, while the other two maids stood behind with their brand new clothes hanging down their hands.

Zhao Yan stood aside and watched. The two nuns had neat hands and feet, but their movements were slightly rough. The woman's skin was very delicate, and the skin where the bath towel passed was dark red.

Zhao Yan's face darkened, and his eyes showed displeasure: "Okay, I'll do it." After finishing speaking, he strode forward, took the bath towel from Nanny's hand, and took over the work of the two.

Seeing this, the two nuns took two steps back and stood behind with their heads bowed.

Zhao Yan felt that these people were an eyesore, so he waved his hand and drove them all out.

After the waiter left, the whole dormitory fell silent.

The woman's eyes were closed, and she lay quietly, like a sleeping beauty.

Holding a clean bath towel in his hand, Zhao Yan gently wiped the woman's hair, and then her body; knowing that she had no sense of the outside world, he was still very careful in his movements, afraid of hurting her.

After drying off all the remaining moisture on her body, he picked up the clothes that were set aside and put them on her... obscene clothes... middle clothes... skirts...

As a member of the royal family, he has always been served by others, and he has never served anyone before. Therefore, the way he dresses women at this moment seems clumsy, but gentle.

After helping the woman get dressed, he fiddled with the soft pillow and let the woman lie down on her back.

The woman was lying quietly, and he was sitting silently beside the bed. After an unknown amount of time, he stood up and walked out...

As soon as he went out, he saw Shizi standing outside. It looked like he had been waiting here for a long time, but he didn't come in because he was inside.

Zhao Yan glanced at his son and asked, "Zhao Yi, what are you doing here?"

"My son came to see my mother..." Zhao Yi raised his face and glanced at him, then lowered his head again.

It's not that he's afraid of him, it's just that his father is tall and proud, just standing there gives people a strong sense of oppression.

Zhao Yan frowned, and said, "Didn't I tell you not to come here less, your mother is under the care of an imperial doctor, what kind of fun is it for you as a child, it's better than anything else to read well."

Zhao Yi bowed his head and said nothing.

Although he was respectful to his father and king, there was some resentment in his heart.

(End of this chapter)