Young man, please stay

Chapter 297 Wormwood
Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, and the festive atmosphere in the Princess's Mansion has gradually taken shape today.

The maids were busying around. After Qin Lang helped for a while, he wanted to wait for Su Yinping to finish her bath before continuing to work together. But in fact, he waited for a long time and she never showed up. He asked Taoer to go to the hot spring to inquire, and she always said "it's almost there", which really convinced Qin Lang.

Alas, women are trouble.

Taking a bath is a lot of effort, and cleaning up after taking a bath is even more of a hassle.

This is usually the case, but it becomes even worse during the bath.

Qin Lang was thinking about going to the hot spring himself, but just as he got close, he bumped into an invisible wall, and then several voice transmissions rang in his mind:

"You bold traitor Qin Lang, how dare you plot evil with me here?"

"Qin Lang, Qin Lang, I have spoken for you. It's all their fault that they stopped me from letting you come."

Qin Lang was shocked to find out that it was not only Su Yinping who took the orchid soup early in the morning. The empress was there too. Zhuo Beibei had also gone there at some point. It was estimated that she had slipped over as soon as he got up.

In that case, Gu Jin must be there as well.

However, Qin Lang could understand Gu Jin and Zhuo Beibei being here, but this empress... there are hot springs in the palace, but she had to come here...

"Hey, the baby must be missing me~"

Qin Lang thought secretly that he was very thick-skinned, but there was a ban near the hot spring, so he couldn't go to care about the girls. So he rubbed his old waist and obediently went back to his room to wait.

……

As a result, Qin Lang waited until he took a nap. Because he had started working early in the morning, he fell asleep in bed without realizing it.

Although considering his physique and martial arts skills, this amount of work would not be considered exhausting, but when he is relaxed, falling asleep in a daze is a characteristic of youth.

"Qin Lang, Qin Lang——~"

"..."

In fact, Qin Lang didn't sleep for long. In his dream, he returned to Tianshan Mountain. His senior sister was stuffing a big rice dumpling into his mouth unwillingly. In the dim light, he heard a familiar childish voice coming from far away.

Snapped--!
"Qin Lang~ wake up~!"

The door was pushed open suddenly. Qin Lang frowned and instinctively turned over in the quilt.

This guy really knows how to pick the time. At least he should wait until he is full in his dream... Ugh! ... At least he should wait until he rejects his senior sister righteously and says goodbye in his dream before waking up?
"You pig-headed brat, didn't you come to the hot springs then? Why are you sleeping again?"

"Shut up... I'm back in the cage..."

"No, get up quickly, I need to change my clothes."

"Change it yourself..."

"do not want!"

"Tsk... I was wondering why you guys were wasting time in the hot spring and didn't even change your clothes..."

Qin Lang held his forehead and turned around. Before he could open his eyes, his face suddenly felt warm.

This familiar palm-sized softness was undoubtedly the result of Zhuo Beibei stepping on it.

But what was particularly different from before was that Third Senior Sister's feet today not only had a special fabric scent, but also felt particularly silky to the touch. Qin Lang subconsciously raised his hand to touch it, and immediately felt a slight rustling sound.

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This feeling…

It’s a bit strange, because it’s really not common.

Can you say it's familiar? Qin Lang really is somewhat familiar with it. It seems that one night not long ago, he also felt it on the legs and feet of the empress...

Not only Qin Lang himself had experienced it, but Qin Xiaolang also felt it...

So, Qin Lang suddenly stood up, thinking of something, opened his eyes, and was stunned at that moment.

What caught the eye was a pair of slender legs wrapped in hazy white gauze. Because of the gauze, the little girl's legs looked more symmetrical and flawless, and some parts such as the heels, toes, knees, and other indescribable parts still vaguely revealed their pinkness, making Zhuo Beibei, who was standing on the bed at this moment, look like a fairy in the clouds.

Especially her pair of slender little feet, which were wrapped in this layer of fitting white gauze, looked like snow-white glutinous rice dumplings, appearing even more delicious, which made Qin Lang's appetite increase greatly.

Gulu…

"You...you..."

Qin Lang's throat moved, and he suppressed the urge to try eating:
"…Where did you get this…stocking…?"

"It's a gift from Junior Sister~ Well, I have to say, it's quite comfortable to wear, and there are many colors, black, white, and I heard there are purple and red, but the rarest one is the one with a skin color that is very close to real skin... Oh? By the way, how do you know what this is?"

"nonsense."

Qin Lang grabbed one of Zhuo Beibei's white silk feet and played with it carefully while saying:

"I designed this from the beginning in Yangzhou."

"oh oh…"

Zhuo Beibei thought about it and remembered that Su Yupan had mentioned it a few days ago:

"Humph, no wonder you are so easily attracted to women. A man can research such a thing... Tsk, pervert, stop touching me."

Zhuo Beibei rolled her eyes at Qin Lang, pulled her feet out of his hands, knelt on the bed, put her legs together and rubbed them. It must be said that they were really smooth and comfortable, and very elastic, with excellent wrapping properties. She pulled them up a little and then let go, and they bounced back with a "snap", and the fabric didn't deform at all.

But then again, this thing... really seems like Master has worn it before. Zhuo Beibei felt the same way when she first saw silk stockings on the Empress, and the Empress felt the same way, but at that time the Empress wore skin-colored stockings. Now that Zhuo Beibei has put on white stockings herself, she can't help but doubt it even more. In her impression, Master also wore something similar back then...

"North..."

"what?"

"Well, so you guys were just researching stockings while you were at the hot spring for so long?"

"Yes."

"That means Yinping and the others...are wearing them too?"

"..."

This pervert, Zhuo Beibei now has reason to doubt that Qin Lang's original intention of inventing stockings might have been just to satisfy his personal preferences.

"You will know when you see it yourself later. Now, comb my hair and dress me."

As Zhuo Beibei spoke, she took off her thin skirt and threw it away, then sat down in front of the dressing table.

Qin Lang looked at this beautiful little girl who was naked except for white pantyhose on her lower body, and he couldn't help but feel a fire rising in his belly. He didn't even bother combing her hair. He just put his big hands around Zhuo Beibei's small waist from behind and carried her directly to the bed and into the quilt.

"What are you doing, little brat? What's got you so excited all of a sudden?"

Zhuo Beibei struggled a few times with a groan, and kicked his calves randomly in the air, but he didn't realize that the pleasant smell he gave off only made Qin Lang more energetic. After being pulled into the bed, he could soon only make some hmmmm and ahhh noises with his nose.

……

However, Qin Lang also knew that now was not the best time, so after about two quarters of an hour, Zhuo Beibei escaped from his clutches and angrily beat Qin Lang:

"Qin Lang, you little bastard! This is my Dragon Boat Festival gift! You got it dirty right after you put it on! You pay for it!"

"Oh, it's white to begin with, so it won't be noticeable if you put it on there... and it can be washed off later."

Having said that, Zhuo Beibei still twisted her toes in disgust.

The originally hazy white silk on the delicate soles of the young master's feet had now been soaked with someone's product and turned transparent. He stretched out his fingertips to wipe it and found a large sticky patch, which was very uncomfortable.

"Well, take it and wash it."

Zhuo Beibei looked at Qin Lang expressionlessly and raised her little feet.

Looking at the wet white silk toes with a few thick silk threads hanging on them, Qin Lang felt his throat getting hot and he almost couldn't help but push Zhuo Beibei into the quilt again.

"Ahem... no rush, wash it before going to bed at night."

"Tsk..."

Zhuo Beibei smacked her lips helplessly and put her hands into the waistband of her pantyhose to take off her white silk stockings, but Qin Lang stopped her again:
"Don't!"

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"Uh... just... just bear with it for now. Anyway, you are not stained by dust, so just wear it for now..."

"Eh? If I wear it like this, won't my shoes also..."

"It's okay, I'll take a shower with you later."

"..."

So, at the request of the perverted junior brother, Zhuo Beibei wore a pair of shoes full of someone's stuff.

Of course, it felt weird at first, but after getting ready to go out and wearing it for a while, Zhuo Beibei got used to it and found the slippery feeling on the soles of her feet quite fun.

Playing and joking are all part of it, but serious work still needs to be done.

After lunch, Qin Lang, the princess and others continued to work with the maids in the mansion. After all, the princess's mansion was so big.

……

"Jin'er, you are responsible for tying these sachets at the four corners of the room."

"Your Majesty, please be in charge of the incense."

"We still need some calamus, Yinping, go get some more calamus."

"And Tao'er, you are responsible for the pomegranate flowers."

"I'll be responsible for tying the red paper."

……

Although it was a princess's mansion, Qin Lang acted like the head of the family and assigned tasks to everyone one by one.

After the distribution was completed, I found that Zhuo Beibei had nothing to do.

"Qin Lang, Qin Lang~ What about me? What about me? What should I do?"

"..."

Qin Lang looked at the pretty little girl blinking her big eyes, his gaze unconsciously moved downwards, and he subconsciously thought of her pair of small feet in the embroidered shoes that were covered with sticky white silk. Finally, he silently handed her a bunch of leaves:
"Today... you will be in charge of the mugwort."

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(End of this chapter)