Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 22 Moya
In the room, the hot water in the wooden bucket was covered with a layer of steam, and the smoke was hazy.

Fair and bony, she unbuttoned her robe with her fingers, revealing her firm chest. Her skin was smooth and crystal clear, looking like pearls under the candlelight.

Glancing at Zhu Chai who fell on the ground, sighed softly, bent down to pick it up and held it in the palm of his hand, and stepped into the tub with his long legs.

As if the tiredness had been washed away by the hot water, she leaned back her neck, breathed a sigh of relief and raised her hand to untie the hair crown, and the blue hair was rippling in the bath.

Picking up the red hairpin in his hand casually, he examined the style carefully: the red gold sparrow tail hairpin, the sparrow tail is inlaid with sapphire blue glass beads, the color is light and bright, it matches her very well.

Ying Su propped her head and half-lyed in the bathtub, staring at Zhu Chai in her palm in a daze. Somehow, she accidentally leaned Zhu Chai to her nose, giving off a sweet feminine fragrance.

The originally clear eyes became darker, and the hand holding Zhuchai gradually exerted some force.

Ying Su felt that she had been bewitched the first time she saw that woman, and there was no solution in this life.

Closing her eyes, she remembered that she was walking lightly with the lotus in her hand, said those love words that made her blush, and leaned against her body as if she was soft and boneless, murmuring softly in her ear.

The heat gushed out between the legs, and it seemed to be a little more refreshing. Ying Su gasped a few times, and opened her eyes that were already stained with lust.

Opening his eyes for only a moment, he seemed to be in disbelief, and quickly threw Zhu Chai from his hands on the table, clenched his fists into the water and swung, cursing: "Bastard!"

I hurriedly got up to wipe off the water drops, and lay down on the bed, but I didn't sleep well until the middle of the night.

Early the next morning, Fuyun brought some hot water and came to help his master get up.

"what!"

"Bang!" The copper basin fell to the ground, making a piercing sound.

I saw a man with a slender body and a black robe standing outside his master's door, his face was extremely pale, and his eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

This man, who didn't have a trace of life all over his body, was looking at him like an idiot.

There is a red scar on the right side of the man's face, which seems to have been there for some time, and it has grown together with the new flesh on his face, but it still looks a bit hideous. He probably scared the shopkeeper enough when he first entered the inn.

"Mo Moya?" Fuyun didn't care about knocking over the water on the ground, and pointed at the man in front of him with trembling hands, as if meeting Hades in broad daylight.

This person is one of the top ten secret guards in the mansion of Ninth Prince Yingsu, Mo Ya.

Martial arts are unrivaled, and lightness kung fu has reached the pinnacle. He is famous for being ruthless, bloodthirsty and cruel. He is best at collecting all kinds of information. Even if the mouth is secretive, it will be tortured in the hands of Mo Ya. It's better to die, and in the end, I can only tell everyone what I know.

Mo Ya slowly moved his gaze down, glanced coldly and pointed at his finger.

Seeing Mo Ya like this, Fu Yun felt his hairs stand on end, as if being stared at by a poisonous snake, a cold feeling could be transmitted from his fingertips to his body.

He hurriedly took his hand back, hid it behind his back, with a smirk on his face.

"Crackling" the door opened.

Ying Su slept late last night, thinking that today he could rest for a while, but who would have imagined that outside the gate of the Qing Dynasty, someone would hold a wedding, and there would be a lot of excitement.

Seeing her master's face was gloomy, Fu Yun hurriedly saluted and called "Master", after speaking, she stood up and glared at Mo Ya beside her, as if to say again: It's all his fault.

"Come in!" Ying Su didn't look at the small movements of the two, turned around and entered the room with his robe sleeves turned.

Mo Ya lowered his head and followed his master into the house, seeing that Fu Yun beside him also followed, he stopped and turned his head to glance at him coldly.

With just one glance, Fuyun felt that he was in the icy and snowy world, and it was so cold.

"Master, please help me." Fu Yun lowered her head aggrievedly, sucked her nose twice, and made way for Mo Ya, thinking to herself.

Ying Su stretched her hand and lifted her robe, sat at the desk with a calm expression, and asked casually, "Is there any change in Beijing?"

Hearing the master's question, Mo Ya waved the black robe on his shoulders, stepped forward and cupped his hands and said in a low voice, "Returning to the master, the four princes and the eight princes in the court have been confronting each other recently, and Mo Ya has taken advantage of the trend to investigate and find out." Their respective powers are just that the Second Prince's Mansion has been quiet these days, and no officials from the court have visited his home."

"You don't need to spend time staring at the Second Prince's Mansion, but you need to take a closer look at the Right Prime Minister's Mansion." Ying Su leaned over and picked up the purple sand teapot that was burnt on the table, and filled some hot water into the cup.

"Yes"

The teacup was full of water, as if thinking of something again, he lowered his eyes and said in a cold voice: "These days, keep an eye on Suzhou Governor's Mansion."

After receiving the order, Mo Ya gathered his black robe, bowed respectfully and left.

Fuyun patted his chest after watching him go out, the chill on his body immediately dissipated, and he didn't know how comfortable he was.

"Master, how many days will you come back for the order?" The voice of the man at the door was like an ice blade, piercing Fuyun who was patting his chest.

"Three days!"

It didn't take long, but he knew that Mo Ya could do business, otherwise he wouldn't be worthy to be Ying Su's shadow guard, so he looked up at Fu Yun who was trembling at the door and said silently: "Go get water."

Ying Su got up holding the teacup, stood by the window and closed her eyes in deep thought.

Now the situation in the imperial court is unstable, and the forces of all parties are secretly surging. Although the mother clan of the fourth prince Yingqi and the sixth prince Yinglian are weak, their ambitions are clear. , if you want that seat, you need to wait and see.

Putting his mind away, he turned his head to look at the red gold bird tail hairpin on the table, his eyes seemed to show that delicate and dazzling little face again, and he gently opened his red lips and muttered: "I see a gentleman? Yunhu doesn't like it."

"Don't Yunhu like it? Heh, is it true that Yunhu doesn't like it?" The corners of his mouth twitched lightly, with a hint of a smile on his face, Ying Su pondered these words carefully.

That position belongs to him, Yingsu, and it can only belong to him!
Jiangshan, beauty?He wants it all!
In Thirteenth Alley, the Fourth Young Lady in Lu Guogong's mansion probably didn't know that the person she hooked up with was not some good lord.

In the Fengwei Lake in the courtyard of the Lu Mansion, a few wisps of thin willows hang down on it, swaying with blue waves.

By the lake, there seems to be a beautiful woman on the couch, competing with the sun for glory.

Lu Ziyu wore a scarlet-colored golden butterfly skirt today, with a very narrow waist that outlined his enchanting body, and a pair of purple golden hairpins with twin stalks in his hair matched the color of the skirt on his body.

This bright red suits her very well, her skin looks like jade, charming and moving.

The sun in March is not so hot that people can't breathe, but there is a sense of warmth that makes people feel sleepy.

No, Lu Ziyu was lying lazily on the imperial concubine chair with his body limp. Luo Ning and Lian Yi were afraid that she would be cold, so they specially took a wool blanket that the third young master brought back from the Western Regions and spread it on her body.

Looking at the school of koi fish in Fengwei Lake, Lu Ziyu squeezed some fish food and threw it into the lake with a wave of his hand. The fish immediately became more cheerful.

The beauty's brows and eyes were also filled with joy, which was a bit brighter than the pink peach blossoms in March.

"Yo, what made my fairy sister laugh?" A male voice with playfulness came from not far away.

Lu Ziyu looked up and saw that it was his third elder brother who was busy in the shop all day and couldn't see anyone.

Immediately, her eyes lit up, and she knew how to make Jia's mansion sell salt at a high price.

　The Ninth Lord of Abstinence, Ying Sulu, is begging for his collection, everyone!

　　The little master who has already collected it, please sit in the private room on the second floor, chat with Brother Su, and talk about love~

　　Valentine's Day is approaching, if you don't have any companions, please let Brother Su spoil you, good night Jiumi.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)