The poisonous concubine allures the city, the ghost king loves the sky

Chapter 217 Take it off for me
Feng Wuxie ignored her astonishment, calmly walked past the nanny, went to the kitchen and poured the boiled hot water into a bucket, and brought it to Mosang's hall.

I thought the two concubines had already left, but I didn't expect that when Feng Wuxie entered, there was a suppressed panting sound from inside.

She stopped carrying the hot water and stood outside the door, ready to wait for the people inside to finish their work before going in.

Feng Wuxie stood quietly outside the door for a while, waiting until his hands and legs softened before he heard movement from inside the house. "My lord, can I stay here tonight?"

"Your Majesty, I want to stay here too."

After a while, Mo Sang snorted coldly, and said in a elongated voice, "Get lost."

The two beauties didn't dare to have illusions anymore, and got out of bed one after another in a hurry.

Feng Wuxie heard the sound of getting dressed from inside, and then saw two pairs of embroidered shoes appearing in front of her.

Knowing his current identity, Feng Wuxie had no choice but to bend down and say, "Respectfully send off the two young masters."

When one of the concubines was passing by Feng Wuxie, her body was tilted and her eyes were about to fall, Feng Wuxie hurriedly reached out to support her arm.

"My lord, be careful."

Concubine Ji cast a cold glance at Feng Wuxie, then withdrew her hand in disgust, and said in a low voice, "Short-eyed slave, you're troublesome."

The two lingered on her for a while, then gave her a hard look before walking away.

Feng Wuxie lowered his brows and eyes, his expression was indifferent, and he suddenly understood what the concubine Ji said about being troubled just now.

It's just such a clumsy method, who really can't see it?

After they left, Feng Wuxie straightened his waist, carefully listened to the movements in the house, and hurriedly brought in the hot water in his hand.

The light in the hall was very dark, Mosang's big bed was inlaid with gold and jade, and a huge luminous pearl hung high from the top, casting soft light, faintly reflecting the blurry figure inside.

Feng Wuxie didn't look up and quickly walked to the back of the screen, poured hot water into it, put away the bath towel for bathing, and tested the water temperature.

Then she came out with a bucket in her hand, but just as she came out from behind the screen, a pair of men's feet appeared in front of her, and further up were strong legs...

Feng Wuxie hurriedly looked away, her ears were flushed, and she took a step back to get out of the way: "My lord, if there is nothing else, I will go down first."

The figure in front of him moved away, followed by the sound of entering the tub, and just as Feng Wuxie was about to lift his legs, he heard a voice behind him.

"Serve me in the shower."

Feng Wuxie's body froze, and the hand holding the empty bucket was a little weak, so he took a deep breath and put the empty bucket on the ground.

Turning around, he calmly entered behind the screen, grabbed the bath towel and began to rub Mosang's back.

I thought that living in such a harsh environment, the skin would definitely not get better.

But Feng Wuxie did not expect that his skin was as white as jade, full of elasticity, without any trace of being exposed to the wind and sun.

Feng Wuxie's hands kept busy, the rolled up sleeves revealed a white wrist, and Mosang's eyes kept moving along with her figure.

Finally, he fixed his eyes on Feng Wuxie's body, sniffed carefully, and suddenly a faint fragrance rushed into his nose.

Looking at that shiny little hand, Mosang held it in his hand in a strange way, the softness in his palm formed a strong contrast with the hardness of the man.

"So soft and slippery."

Suddenly his hand was held by a big hand, Feng Wuxie was taken aback, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but saw Mo Sang smiling maliciously at her.

"My lord, I am a man." Feng Wuxie forced himself to calm down, and reminded him kindly.

She didn't believe that he could take all men and women.

"A man?" Mo Sang chuckled, obviously not believing Feng Wuxie's words.

How can a man have such delicate skin, how can a man be born so beautiful, how can a man dare not look directly at his body.

Feng Wuxie lowered his head and did not dare to look directly at Mosang, for fear that he would see the clues, but even though he was so cautious, he still aroused Mosang's suspicion.

"You are so careful, do you have a ghost in your heart? Or?" Mo Sang turned his eyes to Feng Wuxie's flat chest, and he stretched out his hand to draw a circle on her chest.

"Or are you not a man at all?"

All kinds of signs showed that Feng Wuxie was really suspicious.

The place where she appeared was too suspicious, her identity was very suspicious, and everything about her was like a thick fog, making it difficult for people to figure out or see through.

However, according to reports from the spies around him, there was no clue.

Feng Wuxie seemed to be abandoned in this desert, the whole world abandoned her, if it wasn't for her stubbornness that attracted him.

Presumably, he would not have noticed this stubborn little guy at all.

"Then how can the king believe that the slave is a man?" Feng Wuxie said lightly, but there was a strange smile on the corner of his lips.

Mo Sang turned around and lay on the edge of the bathtub, looking at Feng Wuxie, the warm water vapor lingered on his body, like a dream.

Looking at Feng Wuxie's exquisite face, he added a teasing smile on his face: "Take it off for me."

Whether it's a man or not, you'll know as soon as you take it off.

Feng Wuxie remained unmoved, with a calm expression on his face, only his eyes flickered when he heard the careless word.

Under Mo Sang's gaze, Feng Wuxie began to unbutton her clothes, and Mo Sang's expression suddenly became a little complicated, and she even expected to see through her disguise.

"Since your majesty wants to see it, there is no reason for the slave not to obey, it's just..."

Mo Sang's eyes were fixed on Feng Wuxie's slender fingers, the neckline was slightly opened, revealing her fair skin.

He suddenly became irritable, straightened up impatiently, and leaned against the edge of the tub: "Just what?"

Feng Wuxie paused for a moment, and said slowly, "It's just that I'm not a man anymore, are you sure you want to see it?"

The voice was a bit bitter, but it was bewitching with pity.

Feng Wuxie's words were very ingenious, and Mo Sang's expression suddenly became richer, her slender peach eyes narrowed lazily, looking at the middle of Feng Wuxie's legs.

Not a man anymore?Isn't that the eunuch?

For a moment, Mo Sang seemed to have swallowed a fly, his whole face turned livid, and all the interest dissipated in an instant.

He waved his hand impatiently: "Who wants to see you, wipe your back."

Feng Wuxie said indifferently: "Your Majesty trusts the servant now?"

There was no joy or anger in the expression on her face, but she had an aura that no one dared to underestimate.

But Mo Sang thought that he had poked her heart, so he waved his hand generously: "Forget it, this king trusts you."

Feng Wuxie breathed out secretly, she was lucky to be able to play tricks under the nose of Nan Caishen.

The movements of his hands were non-stop, and finally finished wiping Mo Sang's back, and helped him change his clothes until he fell asleep, Feng Wuxie dragged his heavy steps back to the room.

Early the next morning, Feng Wuxie was awakened by a loud noise.

She hurriedly got up and walked out, only to see the concubine Ji she helped last night was crying and making noise.

"Your Majesty, you have to let Liu Er be the master, Your Majesty..."

Behind her, there were two maidservants kneeling, both looking angrily at Feng Wuxie's direction, as if she owed money and didn't pay it back.

Mo Sang got a headache from that Liu'er's quarrel, but she still suppressed her anger and tried to persuade her: "What's wrong with Liu'er, tell me, this king will make the decision for you."

Liu'er cried till the pear blossoms were raining, and when she heard what Mo Sang said, she hurriedly wiped her face, stretched out her arms and moved close to Mo Sang.

"Your Majesty, look, look..."

On the tender white arm, densely covered with red bumps, which have spread to the entire arm, and even the whole body.

Mo Sang took a step back in disgust, and asked sharply, "What's going on?"

Liu Ji's beautiful eyes turned, and she suddenly looked at Feng Wuxie. She stretched out her hand and said angrily: "It's him, it must be his hands and feet. Last night, my concubine slipped and almost fell. It was this servant who stretched out his hand." Helped me with this arm, and it became like this this morning."

Liu Ji cried pear blossoms with rain, which aroused people's pity.

Immediately, all eyes were on Feng Wuxie, and the gloating in it was self-evident, since Feng Wuxie stepped into Mosang's bedroom.

It has already attracted the attention of countless people, and no one thought that this ragged boy would be lucky enough to serve the King by his side.

Now that something happened, everyone naturally turned from envy to gloating.

Mo Sang turned her head to look at Feng Wuxie, her brows furrowed together: "Come here, pull him down..."

The woman next to his ear kept making noises, Mo Sang had no choice but to sacrifice Feng Wuxie to calm things down, but when he saw Feng Wuxie's cold eyes, he felt a little flustered.

So he beat fifty big boards hard, and changed it abruptly: "Shut up in the woodshed for three days."

Soon, two waiting guards stepped forward, trying to take Feng Wuxie away.

Feng Wuxie wanted to hold back, but after seeing Liu Ji's complacent expression and the expressions of the people around her, she changed her mind.

If someone stepped on her from the beginning, it will be a long time to come. Once this head is opened, who knows if there will be other tricks waiting for her in the future?

Feng Wuxie threw off the restraints of the waiting guards, took a step forward, and said to Mo Sang: "Your Majesty, this matter was not done by your servant."

"Oh? What evidence do you have?" Mo Sang narrowed his eyes, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes, he just wanted to see how this little idiot would fight back.

Feng Wuxie walked to Liu Ji's side, looked at the red bumps on her body, and said firmly, "My little master is not poisoned at all, but allergic."

"Allergies?" Everyone was puzzled by this new vocabulary.

Mo Sang raised her eyebrows, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth and asked, "How are you so sure?"

"The servant just saw the young master scratching his body non-stop. Only allergies can cause itching on the body. Poisoning is impossible to be such a symptom, so the servant concludes that the young master may be caused by eating seafood. At the same time, I have the courage to ask the young master. Lord, is there any discomfort in your abdomen? Do you feel colic?"

After Feng Wuxie finished speaking, he glanced at Liu Ji, only to see that her complexion was pale and her body was shaking a little. If it wasn't for the maid supporting her behind her, she would have already collapsed.

(End of this chapter)