Yue Ji

Chapter 58 Undressing
Torches were blazing everywhere in the courtyard, and because of the arrival of the master, groups of maids and swordsmen came out to salute from time to time.

After a while, the crowd surrounded Young Master Jingling and came to his main hall.Wei Luo has been in fear for two days in a row, he has neither eaten nor slept, and now he is very sleepy.

She stretched out her sleeves to block a yawn, followed a few steps, passed three layers of bead curtains, stepped onto the jade floor of the main hall, then passed another layer of gauze curtains, and then another layer of bead curtains, finally, the guards After stepping back, the maids surrounded Young Master Jingling and came to his bedroom.

As soon as Mr. Jingling stepped into the bedroom, all the maids surrounded him, removing their crowns and robes.When he was very busy, his deep and elegant voice came out, "Wei Luo?"

Wei Luo was yawning, and yawning was a disease. The more she yawned, the more she yawned, and the more she yawned, the more she couldn't keep her eyes open.Even if she forced herself to be more nervous and refreshed, it didn't work at all.In a trance, Wei Luo couldn't understand: what's wrong with me?It was extremely unsafe to come to Jingling and become his personal servant, but why did he relax like this?

She raised her head, covered her small mouth with her sleeve, and when she was yawning happily one after another, she suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the hall was a little different.

It wasn't easy to find out, considering her brain had practically stopped working.

Wei Luo closed his eyes stupidly, put down his sleeves stupidly, and raised his head stupidly.

As soon as she raised her head, she met a dozen pairs of eyes who were staring at her. The maidservants surrounding Mr. Jingling were staring at her with pity and astonishment.

Wei Luo blinked her eyes, her brain finally cleared up a little, she forced a smile with difficulty, and turned her head to look at Mr. Jingling.

Young Master Jingling faced her sideways, his long jet-black hair with a crown flowing down his shoulders like a waterfall.Against the beaded thin curtain behind him, it looks like a god in a dream.

He turned his head slightly, his eyes as deep as the starry sky fixedly glanced at Wei Luo.Under the light of burning candles everywhere, his handsome facial features are sometimes bright and sometimes dark, like carefully carved mountains, rivers and peaks, all of which are not masterpieces of God.

Young Master Jingling looked at Wei Luo, met the little boy's eyes that were a little confused and dazed, opened his thin lips, and called out for the third time: "Wei Luo?"

"Of course!"

Wei Luo responded loudly this time, she ran in front of Mr. Jingling three steps at a time, kowtowed and knelt with her buttocks raised high, and said: "The villain is rude, Mr. Wanwang is angry. "She wanted to add some fear and nervousness to her voice, but she was still sleepy, and her tone was only vague and hazy by accident.

Jing Ling stared at the top of Wei Luo's head, staring at her thoughtfully.

After a while, he finally spoke, "Wait for me to take off my clothes."

"what?"

Wei Luo cried out in surprise, she really uttered it in panic, so the sound was really a cry, and it was really a bit loud.

Master Jingling frowned, and slowly, he squatted down, and following his movement, the black hair flowed onto Wei Luo's head and face like water.Feeling the faint fragrance when the hair brushed, Wei Luo couldn't help thinking: I don't know how he maintains it?Hair so smooth, so fragrant?
This uncontrollable thought that should not have appeared, of course it just passed by in a flash.

Young Master Jingling bent down, hooking Wei Luo's chin with his slender and fair index finger again.

As his cold fingers touched him, Wei Luo couldn't help shivering.Her lips trembled, and she really wanted to say something: Young master, I am a dignified husband, you can't face me again and again in this molesting way.

Unfortunately, she dared not.

Master Jingling raised her chin, forcing Wei Luo, who was kneeling on the ground, to look up to him. The distance between the two was less than a foot, they breathed each other, and their eyes met.

Young Master Jingling looked at Shangwei Luo's Yingying Qiushui eyes, and clearly saw the haze and tranquility in those eyes, he couldn't help but hook his thin lips again, and asked slowly: "Are you not afraid of me?"

When he spoke, his warm breath hit Wei Luo's face, ears, and hairline, making her itchy.Then, itching and itching, for some reason, her heart also booed.

At first, his heart was just booing, but then it became faster and faster, and facing the handsome and angry face of Mr. Jingling at close range, Wei Luo finally understood what it was like to be suffocated.She didn't dare to inhale - as soon as she inhaled, her heart and lungs would be filled with his smell.

After being dazed for a while, Wei Luo's brain started to work. She quickly lowered her eyebrows and closed her eyes, and said in a low voice, "Young master is a lot! The villain hasn't eaten or slept for two days. Now that you are rescued by the young master, he almost survived death. I feel relieved." Feeling tired." When she said this, she pushed her chin down slightly, broke free from his fingers, knocked her head on the ground, and said in a crisp voice, "I beg your forgiveness."

Master Jingling straightened up slowly, staring at the back of Wei Luo's head, "Serve me and take off my clothes!"

"Oh."

Wei Luo responded lightly, feeling very powerless.

She stood up slowly, approached Mr. Jingling with small steps, then stretched out her hand, grabbed the black robe on his shoulders and took it off.

Leaning against him at such a close distance, Wei Luo felt even more difficult to breathe.She swallowed, glanced to the left and right of the maids standing quietly with their heads bowed, then suddenly took a step back, lowered her head, folded her hands, and said loudly: "My lord, this is not right." At this moment, her mind Already wide awake.

"What's wrong?"

This time, there was a trace of impatience in Mr. Jingling's voice.

Hearing the impatience in his tone, Wei Luo's small body trembled.She took a deep breath and forced herself to relax: I must say this, I must never get along with him like this!Never, it is too dangerous to do so!

After letting herself relax, a flower bloomed on Wei Luo's face. She raised her eyes that were bent into crescent moons when she smiled, and said to Mr. Jingling Langlang: "Mr. Yushan," she pointed to the two rows of beautiful maidservants on the left and right, with a confident face, "if this maidservant is the light of fireflies, she is as white as a flower and as bright as a rabbit."

She opened a pair of extremely innocent big eyes, with a very honest look, "In such a beautiful courtyard, among such beautiful women, the young master threw me, a gray mouse, into it. The young master does not think that the child is ugly and stains his eyes." But the child is afraid of the light of gold and jade, and his heart is confused! Besides, when the world sees it, it is inevitable that you will laugh for your son."

Wei Luo said this in one breath, she should have asked Mr. Jingling to arrange another matter for her, but she thought that her words were very clear, so she stopped talking.

There was a burst of silence in the hall.

No one cheers!No laughing!

The two rows of maidservants still lowered their heads and remained motionless, as if they were made of wood.

On the contrary, Mr. Jingling stared at her with admiration, his deep eyes made the courage that Wei Luo had finally mustered up go away quickly.

Finally, he spoke, "Finished?"

"Of course."

"Is there anything else to say?"

"no."

"Good, wait for me to take off my clothes."

. . . . . . "promise."

After Wei Luo answered dejectedly, he walked up to Mr. Jingling with a bitter face, and tugged at the half-off robe again.

Mr. Jingling is very tall, and he undresses like him, usually several women do it at the same time.But this time, only Wei Luo was moving.

In order to reach it, Wei Luo had to lift his feet, stretch out his hand to brush his black hair, touch his arm with his arm, and hook his fingers around his neck, enduring his strong, pervasive body breath, feeling his own strong breath , The heartbeat that was about to burst out of the chest, suppressing the emotion of nervousness or shame, slowly took off the robe.

And this is just the beginning.

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