Empress True Colors

I thought it was already too late, Meng Hu would stop her, and the guards would gradually appear to disturb the world of the two of them, Gong Yin might have already eaten breakfast. Who would have thought that when she hurried through the side door, she would see the Jingting court was quiet, and Gong Yin, dressed lightly, was standing in front of the huge octagonal copper fish tank in the yard watching the fish.

Her steps were pattering, but he didn't seem to know that there was warm ginseng tea on the table beside her.

She ran behind him, stood on tiptoe, and was about to stretch out her hands when he suddenly stood aside and said, "You didn't even wipe your hands clean, what do you want to do?"

Jing Hengbo rolled his eyes—it's always such an unpleasant sight! He simply wiped his hands back and forth on his back.

Gong Yin held her hand backhandedly, took a cloth towel on one side, wiped it carefully for her, and said: "It's already cold, what are you doing with the cold water? When can you calm down?" He pointed his fingers while criticizing It flicked in her palm, seemingly unceremoniously, but Jing Hengbo's cold hand immediately warmed up.

"Your action is wrong." Jing Hengbo was not polite, grabbed his palm and put it on his own, and curled his palm into a ball with the other hand, wrapping his hand, "Oh, you should do this, Bao Hold my hand and rub it for me, how warm, touching, caring, and Korean drama style..."

She looked up at his stature, and compared her stature, a little regretful that the height difference standard was not enough, and she blamed herself for being too tall.

Gong Yin pulled back his hand, glanced at her, "Nonsense." He picked up the ginseng tea on the table, put his fingertips on the side of the bowl to test the temperature, and then handed it to her, saying: "Drink it."

Jing Hengbo was talking dry, so he drank it casually, and said with a smile: "I also have prepared love for you."

She raised her head inadvertently, and saw Gong Yin's bent face, his black eyes were focused and calm, staring at her bowl, watching her serious expression on drinking soup. That is another kind of silent tenderness, in the meticulous attention of every minute and every second.

She was overjoyed in her heart, put down the bowl, hooked his neck, and whispered in his ear: "The ginseng soup is delicious, can you try it too?"

Gong Yin stared at her slightly moist red lips, and her slightly pursed gesture was like a silent invitation. There was a faint ginseng fragrance between her lips and teeth, and a strange but charming fragrance rushed over, and the breeze in all directions seemed to be tainted with the breath of spring. , soft and low.

He paused, turned his eyes away, his tone was still calm, but his voice seemed a little hoarse: "You haven't washed yet, have you?" He moved his body to hide behind a bush of flowers.

Jing Hengbo blinked.

Ah hey, you are disgusting me with your poisonous tongue while moving into the bushes, implying what the **** am I going to do?

Admit that you want to die too?

The Tsundere Emperor who doesn't mean what he says!

Sister originally only wanted to tease you, but now she doesn't intend to let you go!

Standing on tiptoe, she grabbed onto the great **** who wanted to push away, but was reluctant to push, was concerned about the broad daylight and tried to hide in the bushes, her lips pursed like flowers, and she pecked quickly, "Chirp."

"You haven't brushed your teeth or washed your face, what do you smell? If you don't like the smell, you can kiss me back. Anyway, you haven't brushed your teeth or washed your face. I don't mind you." She finished speaking quickly with a smile, blinking her eyes at him.

Gong Yin is... watching the floating clouds.

Looking high above the top of her head, staring at a cloud in the distance, the blush behind her ears and cheeks seemed to be more obvious.

"Aren't you going to wash up? Don't even think about participating in the court affairs meeting later."

Jing Hengbo twitched his lips—the master's must-have trick every time he was shy—talking about business and pretending to be serious.

"It's a holiday today, why doesn't the minister not go to work, did you forget?" She chuckled, and as she wished, she saw the great god's face blushing again in embarrassment.

But she thinks it's so cute! The red ears are cute, the red cheeks are cute, the eyes that look around are cute, and the posture of leaning back and leaning forward is even cuter.

I don't know if the bed is cute or not...Jing Hengbo pulled his hair resentfully...The **** changed the password of the gate, and even set up a strange barrier in the hall. Her teleportation, which was everywhere, was actually blocked, and she sneaked in several times , are encountered strangely. Sometimes it was a mass of pitch black darkness, which made her frightened and hurried to dodge; sometimes it was a hazy white, and she couldn't see anything, and she didn't dare to step forward indiscriminately. Sometimes it is simply like a pool of sea water, she is daunted by it, and she dares not step into it.

She knew in her heart that this probably belonged to a phantom mechanism that controlled consciousness, but because it was too realistic, she subconsciously didn't want to take risks, so teleportation couldn't be used, so she had to give up her desire to throw that guy down.

Really. She sniffled, thinking that the great **** is too hypocritical, the queen can marry the national teacher, and the elder sister is willing to marry you. Although you don't talk about your virtues, you are definitely willing to marry the elder sister. Why don't you want to try marriage for the elder sister? Is it because he is afraid that sister will abandon him if he fails after trying?

Jing Hengbo's eyes widened in horror—ah, no! meeting! Bar?

As soon as Gong Yin turned his head, he saw a wonderful expression on someone's face that was ambiguous, cigarette, obscene, terrified, and worried. The expression developed to the end, and turned into lowered eyes, constantly shooting back and forth at him somewhere, he suddenly had a feeling Quickly pick up the shield to protect the impulse below the waist...

Jing Hengbo was worried for a long time, and felt that some things were still necessary, let's try again next time...

Well, before that, don't rush it, don't freak him out and hide...

After making up her mind, her expression changed.

"Brush your teeth, I brought you something good today."

She took out a transparent bag from behind her back as if offering a treasure, and shook it at him, "You will definitely like it!"

Gong Yin's eyes fell on the bag, just like all the strange things she owns, this bag is also very strange, completely transparent, smooth and soft, like skin but not skin, no material can be seen. It can be seen that there are several things inside: a tube of soft tube, brightly colored, a light blue brush with hair on one end, a white comb made of special material, and a round hard colored box. There are also two small white flat round bottles.

Jing Hengbo was holding his only set of toiletry set, with a baby expression on his face. She didn't feel distressed, and she was willing to take it out for the use of the great god.

Back then when they fled from the research institute, the four of them packed their luggage in their own styles. Jing Hengbo remembered that Jun Ke had the most clothes. She didn't care much about foreign things, but she was worried that she would have no money to wear clothes after going out. Most of the small cowboy bags were clothes; She thought she could earn everything with her own hands after she went out, so she stuffed a few random things in the small box, and it was still not enough. Wen Zhen didn't remember, but she vaguely saw her stuffing a pan into her bag. Big bags... As for herself, the biggest box has the most things, and it has everything. She can't wait to move all the belongings of the research institute, but the clothes take up more than half of them. .

She was probably the only one with the toiletry kit for the four of them, because she thought that she might not be able to find the hotel on the first night—the four of them had no ID cards.

Now this toiletry set has become the only treasure in this world, and she feels that it is necessary to share it with him.

"What is this?" Gong Yin picked up the tube, pinched it, and felt that there was a paste inside. Looking at the surface, I was a little confused about the three simplified characters of Colgate, and my face seemed a little depressed.

Maybe it's because I can't figure out that there are still words in this world that I don't know?

"Hey, don't squeeze it. It will be a waste if you squeeze it out." Jing Hengbo just wanted to make fun of him, but when he saw him squeeze hard, he quickly picked up the toothbrush to pick it up.

Gong Yin has already caught it with his fingers, sniffed it, the fragrance is slightly sweet, very appetizing.

Jing Hengbo stopped answering, and looked at it with a smile. It seems that the great **** will probably think that this is something to eat. After eating it, she can laugh at him for the rest of her life. Hahaha, she is fed up with being crushed by his IQ. Hahaha.

The expression on her face was too excited, Gong Yinqing glanced at her Lingling eyes, and paused her hands.

This woman, didn't she act kindly again?

I don't even think about it, what status is he, does he really have the bad habit of casually importing strange things?

"Eat?" He asked, bringing the toothpaste to his lips, and saw her burning eyes out of the corner of his eyes.

"Try it." She replied slyly.

He nodded and lowered his fingers. Just as she was about to laugh, he suddenly stretched out his fingers quickly, and the toothpaste was painted on her face!

The laughter stopped abruptly.

"Well…"

He didn't stop there, he smeared with his fingers a few times, drawing several marks on her face.

"I don't think it's something to eat, maybe it's your pearl ointment." He finished applying it, and told her with a serious face, "It's white and moist, with a slight fragrance. It looks good. How do you feel?"

Like your sister, my heart is blocked!

Jing Hengbo didn't have time to scold him, so he rushed to wash in tears, and looked at the sink, **** it, what a creative idea!

He actually wrote!

Left cheek: "two".

Right face: "Goods".

You're a second-rate! Every finger of yours is second-hand!

Jing Hengbo wiped a lot of foam on his face, washed his face with three basins of water, and muttered regretfully: "I knew I shouldn't have used it for you, and now I don't have time to use it for you, you will never know how to use it Hmph... Huh? Huh? How did you use it? How did you know? Ahhhhhhhhhhh how can you do this!"

On the one hand, Gong Yin picked up his celadon mouthwash cup, calmly picked up the light blue toothbrush, squeezed the toothpaste onto the toothbrush without haste, and slowly put it into his mouth.

Jing Hengbo's face was dripping wet, he stared dumbfounded, and almost threw his hands on the washbasin.

"How did you know…"

Gong Yin glanced at her, and brushed tentatively, seeing the more shocked expression on her face, the more sure that what he did was right, and brushed slowly.

How do you know? This stupid woman, doesn't she know that there are people with answers written on their faces?

They all said brush your teeth. It's not pearl cream, it's not edible, of course it's for cleaning teeth, use that weird brush to pick it up, naturally use the brush to stick to the brush, what's the difference between wicker sticks dipped in green salt and brushing teeth? But the equipment is a little special.

As for the action, you can tell if it's right by looking at her expression.

Hmm, but this smell and feel is really much better than green salt...

Jing Hengbo stared dumbfounded at the Great Master taking a toothbrush and taking it easy—oh, she hasn't had time to show off how well she handles it, and she's planning to slowly teach him to take advantage of her words if he doesn't understand everything, oh, she's so smart What a nuisance!

Seeing her resentful expression, he just slightly curled the corners of his lips, reached for her white porcelain mouthwash cup, took her small brush made of imitation toothbrush, squeezed some toothpaste on it, and pushed it in front of her.

Jing Hengbo was always easy to coax, and as expected, he immediately rolled his eyes with a smile because of his thoughtful gesture, and said, "There is only one tube of toothpaste, you can use it yourself in the future." He happily brushed his teeth.

Gong Yin looked down at the toothbrush in his hand. It had a light blue handle, a white neatly cut wavy brush head, and the handle was like jade. It was a wonderful little thing.

This whole bag of stuff is fantastic, and there's only one serving. Needless to say, it is a unique thing in the wilderness. She has kept it by her side for so long, but she is not willing to use it. It must be gone after it is used up.

Even so, she still chose to leave this only thing to him.

The handle of the toothbrush was hot in the palm of his hand, and his heart seemed to be hot too. The scorching heat was surging and blocked his heart, and he felt the fishy and sweet breath in his throat.

He swallowed silently, waved his hand, and motioned to the guards who were far away to the side, and brought the brocade, wrapped the toothpaste and toothbrush layer by layer, and put them back in the bag.

After Jing Hengbo finished brushing his teeth, he sprayed water at the sky. When he turned around and saw his movement, he said in surprise, "Why put it away? Don't you plan to use it? This thing is very good, isn't it very comfortable?" Come over, bump into his shoulder, and said in a soft voice, "This is just for before kissing, to freshen your breath...Come on, do you want to smell it up close, does it smell good?"

After speaking, I went to pick his neck again, to "smell the fragrance".

Gong Yin raised her palm, and she seemed to have a headache between her flowery red lips—the female pervert is so enthusiastic, once she has made up her mind, she will kiss, pounce, and sleep day and night... Although this is very good, But shouldn't we wait until night...

Jing Hengbo rubbed his palm with a smile, and shrank back honestly. She is not a female hooligan who publicizes prostitution in daytime, she just likes to tease him, and she likes to see him trying to hold himself and barely control him, and that time Second reddish earlobes, really good appetite...

"What are these two?" Gong Yin, who never likes to meddle in others' affairs, hastily picked up the other two small blue and white bottles in order to prevent female perverts from continuing to take advantage of them.

Jing Hengbo glanced at it, it was shampoo and shower gel in small samples.

"It's time to wash your hair and take a shower..." Jing Hengbo lazily made a gesture of soaping.

Gong Yin's eyes naturally followed the curve of her body, watching her elbow softly brushing against her graceful body... He suddenly turned his eyes away.

"...It's much easier to use than those soapy bath beans now. Oh, I haven't used them for a long time. I miss my scalp..." Jing Hengbo looked at someone's expression in a blink of an eye, and was stunned, "Why are you blushing? It's so good Why are you blushing?"

Gong Yin quickly looked away, randomly picked up a bottle, and said, "Try."

Jing Hengbo blinked and looked at him—Master, do you know what you are talking about now?

The Great God really doesn't know, just now my attention was lingering where it shouldn't be...

The more embarrassing he was, the more he wanted to get rid of the embarrassment. He simply picked up the bottle seriously and said, "Why can't you try it?"

"Yes." Jing Hengbo replied blankly, a little bit behind.

"Is this for washing your hair or for taking a shower?"

"Shampoo."

"Is your head itchy?"

"Itchy." Jing Hengbo only felt his whole body itch from seeing him.

So strange, so strange.

Gong Yin immediately stood up, summoned the guards to give some instructions, and then someone set up a simple shed, someone brought hot water, and someone dragged a deck chair.

"Come and wash your hair." He was dressed in white like snow, standing in front of the steaming basin, greeting her like a master shaving master. The expression is calm and natural.

"Oh." After Jing Hengbo agreed, he remembered to protest, "No, I like to wash my hair when I take a shower, and washing like this will make my neck wet."

"Are you underestimating my hands-on ability?" the Great God said.

Ah? What's the meaning? Before Jing Hengbo could react, he had already pulled him over and pressed him on the recliner, "Lie down."

"Oh." Jing Hengbo lay down, watched him drive away the guards, moved the hot water basin stand behind the reclining chair, and slowly widened his eyes.

"Gong Yin..." She whispered in disbelief, "You...Are you going to wash my hair?"

"Some people are stupid. They get a neck full of water when they wash their hair." He reached out to adjust the water temperature without looking at her. "I want to see if she is still as stupid as someone can help."

Jing Hengbo didn't speak, just lying on his side with a smile on his face, watching Gong Yin test the water. This is the first time she met Gong Yin with a vicious tongue and did not speak back. Gong Yin did not take advantage of the victory to chase after him. He lowered his head and concentrated on testing the water temperature. White hot air curled up and covered his eyes. With fine diamond-like water vapor.

The hot air is warm and soft, and the eye waves in the hot air are as full as water. The corners of her lips were slightly bent, the joy in her heart bloomed like a flower, but she didn't want to make a sound to disturb her at this moment, she was afraid that if she made a sound or expressed it, the guy who was actually shy and sullen would drop the towel and run away.

She would vomit to death if she lost the chance to wash her hair in person.

Be calm, be calm.

She turned over on the recliner, not looking at him to avoid embarrassing him, and said with a smile: "Help me untie my hair, it's so itchy."

He seemed to pause, and then, he stretched out his hands and gently untied the headband that tied her hair.

She doesn't like buns, and she will wear a simple bun at court affairs meetings. Usually, she wears it when there is no one else, and when she needs to act, she wears it like this at this moment.

The hair is naturally fine, and the crimson brocade headband slid down with just one stroke of the fingers.

A long, slightly curly hair spread out like a cloud in his palm.

The long hair is not pure black. Jing Hengbo once dyed his hair blond, but he did it by himself, and the effect was not satisfactory. Later, he washed it off with a decolorizer. Now the hair color is slowly recovering, so the hair color presented is very special. It's a bit like maroon, but fortunately, it has a good natural foundation and the luster is not diminished. Each strand is shimmering under the sun.

Gong Yin couldn't help curling his fingers slightly, only feeling that what he was holding was a cloud or a dream. Clouds are clouds floating in the sky, indulgent, romantic and free; dreams are dreams pressed in the heart, warm, secret and close. The faint fragrance is also like a canopy of flowers that bloom suddenly, it comes to the nose uninvited, it is different from her body fragrance, it is lighter, with a natural floral fragrance, being brushed by such a fragrance, it will make people feel refreshed. One feels that one's heart is as soft as the hair between the palms in an instant.

He didn't move for a long time, but she felt that her trembling hair was really itchy, she couldn't help but smiled and urged him, "Hey, the water is cold."

For some reason, there was a nasal sound in this voice, twisting and rounding, and the ending sound turned seven or eight turns.

She is born with a lazy and slightly hoarse voice, not charming or coquettish, but born with pride in her heart, and never disdains pretentious tone, but only now she understands that the mood of love is naturally rippling, and it does not need to be pretentious and lingering . Every tone is tempered by the joyful and secret mood, and the export is the most natural love.

Hearing her tone, he was a little dazed again, and with a low "um", he held her hair with some care and immersed it in the hot water.

Jing Hengbo let out a comfortable "um..." and relaxed his body. The moment the hot water overflowed his scalp, his heart seemed to be warmed up.

He was moving lightly, covering the top of her hair with a cloth towel, and then slowly flowing it down, shaking out her hair strand by strand, dipping into the hot water, seeing the hair black and bright like clouds in the water, winding gently, it is also graceful His gesture touched his heart.

She closed her eyes and smiled. I don't want to tell him how to use the shampoo, I just want this moment to last longer, longer.

He didn't ask, neither of them wanted to talk, and they didn't want to let the sound disturb the peaceful mood at this moment. He cleverly opened the cap of the shampoo bottle by himself, poured it first, but didn't pour it out, thought about it, squeezed it, and sure enough, a big lump was squeezed out, he stared at the lump, a little unsure whether it was more or less, thinking about it Thinking, squeezed again.

The bottle was half empty in an instant. He shook the bottle and shook his head, thinking that although this thing was fragrant and convenient, it was really useless.

Jing Hengbo felt the cold liquid covering the top of her hair from the palm of his hand. She liked the feeling of being wrapped around the top of her head very much, and felt the beauty of being protected. She couldn't help but move her head upwards and rub against his palm.

He stopped and looked down at her. She squinted her eyes, her face was loving and satisfied, the sunlight was cut off by the shadow of flowers, covering her cheeks thick and thin, blending the lines more softly, like a carefree kitten.

His heart moved, and then he felt a slight pain, but there was a slight curve between his lips, which was gentle.

Covered by the slightly cool liquid, he rubbed it gently for her without a teacher, and the hair was entangled between his fingers, producing countless pink and white foams, like the steaming and soft mood at this moment.

He gently scratched her scalp with his fingertips, the strength was just right, she hummed in comfort like a cat, her whole body trembled secretly, and she couldn't help spreading her body out in the sun.

The sun is getting brighter, penetrating through a dense green leaf, illuminating the woman lying down and the man sitting under the tree, her hand rests on her heart, the corners of her lips are full of secret joy, her black hair is swinging in the copper basin , he sat beside her head, gently scrubbing her long hair with a copper basin, the sunlight illuminated his side face, his eyes were focused and clear.

The light and shadow are like gauze, and the person is covered with a pale golden red morning glow. The sound of water is slight, the smile is shallow, the flowers are blooming lightly, the wind is gentle, and the water drops inadvertently bouncing off the fingertips are crystal clear like a dream.

Under the tree, there is a low murmur from time to time, which is also like a dream, whirling and sweet.

"Gong Yin..."

"Um."

"Gong Yin..."

"Um."

"Gong Yin."

"Um."

"Gong Yin."

"What the **** are you trying to say?"

"...Nothing, I just want to call you by your name, Gong Yin...Gong Yin...your name sounds really nice..."

"stupid…"

His voice was cold, but his finger movements were lighter. He changed a basin of water with a splash, and the basin was still full of white foam. He continued patiently. It didn’t matter. If it wasn’t clean, wash it slowly. Today is a holiday, and she is here today. , Today the ministers are not interviewed at all, he is washing his hair.

It doesn't matter to her, can't she wash it clean for a while? Just right. Wash slowly. Today is a holiday, today she wants to be with him, today she kills whoever spoils the scenery, today she wants to wash her hair.

"Gong Yin, washing your hair is very comfortable."

"Um."

"I'll wash it for you next time."

"don't want."

"Really, Shuhu..." She couldn't speak clearly, "I want to wash your hair, I want to wash your clothes, I want to cover you with a quilt, and I want to give you moths..."

"Huh?" He suddenly stopped and tilted his head, "What?"

She didn't answer, her breath was heavy, she was already asleep, she tilted her head softly under the sun, and the smile on her mouth seemed not to be broken by the wind.

He stared at her hard for a long while, as if he wanted to wake her up, and answer the last fatal sentence just now. However, the guy who got up too early in the morning just didn't cooperate, so he turned over and hugged his arm, muttering and sticking his face on his arm.

His stare was about to turn into a stare, and one arm had already been raised, wanting to wake her up, but before his wet finger touched her face, he retracted it, and smacked his fingertips The water flicked off, lest it fall on her face and disturb her sleep.

Raw moths...

He sighed, feeling that his heart needs to be stronger to be with this woman.

There was still a lot of foam in the basin, and he sighed again, wondering what the **** is this thing? A little stuff, why so much foam? It seems that she has been washing more and more. It seems that her things may not be good things. What kind of liquid is this hair shampoo? I really need to wash it like this, so as not to exhaust people to death.

Originally, she proposed to wash him in the future, and she was still a little moved, but now it seems that she was right to refuse.

…

Half an hour later, he snapped his fingers for the twelfth time, "Change the water."

…

After more than half an hour, Jing Hengbo woke up with a grunt. He was dazed for a long time, and saw a huge bucket full of hot water on the ground. water.

She was stunned for a long time, and then said "ah", "I'll go, Gong Yin, why haven't I finished washing? My bones are sore from sleeping, and, why do I feel that my scalp hurts..."

The great **** raised his hands that were already red from the water, looked at the white foam that still existed in the basin, and after a long silence, turned his head and said, "Change the water."

…

I washed my head for half the morning.

When Jing Hengbo finally got up from the recliner, she already felt that her bones were going to be sore and her scalp was burning.

She breathed in hissingly, thinking to pray that this hair would grow longer after washing, and sure enough, God heard it this time, it was long enough to add up to the washing time of the previous year.

Want to laugh but hold back, no, once I smile, I won't think about the great **** serving her anymore, look at his little blue face.

Sister Cui was holding the tray, hesitating to come in or not, at this time, is there still a need for breakfast?

Jing Hengbo was already hungry, and when he saw it, he hurriedly cheered: "Send it here." He showed off to Gong Yin, "You must try it, today's porridge is made by me, and the side dishes are also prepared by me."

Sister Cui rolled her eyes—it was the first time she had heard of porridge by stirring the rice bowl twice with her hands.

Gong Yin's face looked better now, and Jing Hengbo led him to sit on the stone table under the flower trellis. He waved all the people who came up to serve to retreat, and without waiting for Jing Hengbo to help him, he took the bowl on the side and filled a bowl of porridge for her.

"Hey, I still want to pretend for you with my own hands." Jing Hengbo regretted losing a chance to show his love.

"I'm afraid that if you pretend, I won't be able to eat a mouthful of hot porridge." The master still spoke viciously but moved gently, and he quickly picked up another plate of snacks for her.

Jing Hengbo lifted the silver cover of a white porcelain plate for him with a smile, "Dangdangdang, the world's first refreshing appetizer, a must-have side dish for home travel!"

The white fine porcelain dish is exquisite and exquisite, revealing a bit of jade green background, a handful of light yellow slender stem-shaped side dishes are dotted with little bright red peppers, the color is bright and appetizing.

That's right, among the side dishes, the most common and popular classic among the north and south loves to accompany countless people through the canteen years: pickled mustard.

When Jing Hengbo took out this bag of pickled mustard from the cracks in the inner layer of the box, tears welled up in his eyes—it’s the long-lost taste!

Mustard mustard, how are you doing? Your official CP instant noodles and ham sausage miss you so much!

Such a unique bag of treasures, she wanted to tear it up and kill it countless times when her appetite was low, and she hesitated countless times. Many things in modern times are extremely precious in ancient times. I don't know if it's because of the soil quality, but most of the side dishes in Dahuang are salty, far from being able to compare with even the simplest pickled mustard made by modern technology.

But after taking it out and sharing it with him, she felt that she could make the most of it.

Gong Yin picked up a piece and chewed it slowly. Jing Hengbo stared at him with burning eyes, and asked impatiently, "Is it delicious? Is it delicious?"

Gong Yin turned his head sideways to see that her eyes were full of anticipation, black jade-like pupils, shining brightly.

This is something she is very rare, right? Maybe there is only one copy. This greedy and lazy guy often has a clear distinction. If she wants her to share the treasures, it has to be very important in her heart, right?

He bent the corners of his lips, sniffing the refreshing and fragrant fragrance from her hair, feeling peaceful and joyful, held a chopstick for her, and said: "Not bad. But I'm afraid of saltiness, you should eat more."

"Oh." Jing Hengbo felt a little regretful that the master didn't know how to appreciate pickled mustard, but there is no way that everyone has different tastes.

"Shall we go out for a stroll?" She held his arm and asked, her eyes shining with longing, "It's a rare holiday."

As soon as Gong Yin's chopsticks stopped, his first reaction was to refuse, but when he looked up and saw her eyes, his heart softened immediately, and he was about to nod when he suddenly stopped.

Women in love are more sensitive than usual, Jing Hengbo immediately poked his head over, "What's wrong?"

Gong Yin picked up the porridge bowl, and the bowl covered his chin. He quickly swallowed the porridge in the bowl, put down the chopsticks, and said, "I still have something to do, you can go by yourself. Don't sneak away anymore, let Yuchun follow."

"Oh." Jing Hengbo didn't care about being disappointed, and stared dumbfounded at the way he was drinking the porridge. The Great Master always eats in a gentle and elegant way, chewing slowly in small bites. When did he gobble it up like this?

"Why is it so urgent?" She felt a little distressed, and reached out to pat his vest, "Take your time, don't choke."

Gong Yin turned to one side to pass her pat, she raised her head to look at him, but he suddenly reached out to touch her head, and pressed her head down.

"It's something urgent, you leave the palace as soon as you leave the palace, don't worry about it, how many people die has nothing to do with you. If anything happens, you will never want to leave the palace."

"Hmph." As usual, Jing Hengbo sneered at this domineering tone, but did not refute, with a warm smile on his lips.

Gong Yin also knew that her words were inappropriate, and her hand slid down her hair with some nostalgia. He stood up, picked up his own bowl, and handed it to the palace servants to wash.

Jing Hengbo was still dealing with his porridge, and said with a smile: "Why are you in such a hurry, wait for mine to wash together..."

Gong Yin paused and didn't speak. His eyes fell on his own bowl.

The porridge has been drunk, leaving only a little bottom of the bowl, which is faintly pink.

I don't know if it's a photo of a magnolia flower above my head.

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Jing Hengbo left the palace after eating. As usual, he brought Zirui and Yongxue with him.

She usually employs people based on intuition, and she feels that the two are suitable. As for Jingyun, she felt that sick beauties were too thoughtful. Sister Cui was a female man before, and now she is slowly becoming more thoughtful. If that is the case, let them think about it for themselves.

Jing Hengbo was a little worried, she felt that she didn't have enough staff.

Fortunately, I don't plan to start any business empire now, I just want to earn more and start more businesses, so that I can rely on myself in the future. After all, people with money have many ways to live, and they can't do anything without money.

The first thing she did when she left the house was to go straight to the shop that Zirui showed her favor a few days ago, she wanted to open a portrait studio.

This portrait gallery is different from the requirements of ordinary shops, and it is not intended to be opened in a densely populated downtown. On the contrary, her requirements are clean, deep, and stylish. Gongdefang, Xigefang and other places.

Photo paper is not renewable and each sheet is precious. Therefore, this portrait gallery is completely following the upper-level route, which is equivalent to the likes of antique shops. It will not open easily, and it will last for three years after opening. Open in the downtown area, traffickers and pawns can come to see what's new, those old ladies who hold their own identities will feel that they have lowered their status, so why would they come?

So the house she bought was not a small one. Zirui took a fancy to the three-time house of a doctor in Xigefang. In the courtyard, there are thousands of poles of bamboo, a gloomy forest, bluestone roads, and flowing water, which meet Jing Hengbo's requirements for "artistic conception, style, and natural light and shadow". It's just that the price is expensive, Jing Hengbo took out all the emeralds that he had painstakingly brought back from Dayan, and it was almost there. Today he used to plan to bargain.

Jing Hengbo sighed in the car, Di Geju, it's not easy. There are too many gems in the Great Wilderness, and even emeralds are far less valuable than Dayan, not to mention compared with modern times. At first, I thought that I was carrying countless villas to travel the world, which was simply YY. bathroom.

When she got into the car, she was wriggling her fingers, her green face and fangs thinking about how to bargain, when she saw Zirui climb up with a smile, holding an envelope in her hand, and said: "Your Majesty, your eloquence seems useless today. The land of martial arts."

"Oh?" She took it, opened the envelope, and pulled out a stack of banknotes. After a while, she also knew this thing, but she was a little afraid to recognize the number on it. She stared at it for a long time, and pointed at one Counting land, "One, two, three, four, five... Wow, the largest denomination, wow, a lot of cards, wow! Where did you get it? You printed it yourself? Is it against the law? It's the same as the real one!"

"It's true. I don't have such great skills." Zirui pursed her lips and smiled, "Yu Chun gave it to me just before getting in the car. It is said that the national teacher said that according to the law of the Great Wilderness, to sue those who are true for treason If you have made great contributions to the country, you will get one-fifth of the family property of the treasoners as usual. This is one-fifth of the sold-off property of the Sang family, which belongs to you."

"Ahahaha, there's another one!" Jing Hengbo was overjoyed, grabbed the banknotes and counted them clatteringly. He really fell asleep and met a hot pillow. If he had no money to spend, he would drop gold bars!

Why are you being polite, put it away, use the money given by the male pot cow, it's only right and proper.

"The law of the Great Wilderness is a pile of shit, and this one is the best." Jing Hengbo, who was lying on his pillow with the bank notes, praised loudly.

"Your Majesty is like this," Yu Chun poked his fat head in suddenly, and said without being stupid at all, "This decree has just been proposed and has not yet been officially passed. But the national teacher said that it must be passed if it is not passed, and that's it. "

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In front of Gongde Fang, someone was cleaning the doctor’s yard in front of Gongdefang, preparing for the buyer to come to see the house. A man in his thirties, with a pale face and beardless, stood in front of the threshold, listening to the report of the housekeeper.

"Anyone want to buy this to enter the yard?" He nodded and looked around, "Sell it if you can. The place is a bit secluded, so you can't do business. It's not too big, and it can't be arranged for officials. The light is cool and not suitable. The appetite of the gentlemen has been empty here for a few years. If you sell it earlier, you will add more money to your wife's account." After thinking for a while, he said, "That being said, the price doesn't have to be too cheap. If there is less, it will be detrimental to us. The identity of the official minister's mansion. Also, carefully examine the other party's family background, if the origin is unknown, and the temperament is vulgar, we can't sell it. We, the official minister's mansion, cannot be neighbors with such inferior people."

"Uncle Huang is worrying too much. The buyer is not an ordinary person at first sight," the housekeeper said with a smile, "it's a