Qing Fu Jin

Chapter 6 I Want This Girl

Although the four brothers of the Fucha family prayed all night, God was not moved at all. The sun rose as usual and the day came as usual.

In the wing room of the West Courtyard of Prince Jane's Mansion, Ling Bo, who had slept all night, woke up yawning, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Bozhe sitting on a round stool with loose hair, his eyes squinting. Her heroic eyebrows were raised slightly.

"Slept soundly." There was no lack of teasing in his tone.

Ling Bo sat up embarrassingly, the quilt slid down to her waist, exposing her upper body covered by the tulle, especially in the blue sky and white day, and hurriedly wrapped the quilt back around her body.

Bozhe shrugged his shoulders, like a sneer, and made a gesture with his mouth.

"Here, put on your clothes and comb your hair for Grandpa."

There is a stack of clothes on the small cabinet next to the bed, the light green material has a magnolia pattern, which is extremely refreshing and sweet.

At this time, Bo Zhe had turned around, facing her with his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

Ling Bo was secretly grateful, quickly removed the gauze clothes, took the set of clothes and put them on, put on the flat embroidered shoes, stood on the edge of the bed, clasped his hands, and whispered: "It's done."

Bozhe turned his head and saw her clean and delicate face, with two pear dimples faintly showing at the corners of her mouth, and her black hair was piled up on her right shoulder. She was wearing a light green white magnolia blouse, trousers of the same color and style, inlaid The toes of the moon white embroidered shoes are exposed at the bottom of the trousers, making the whole body refreshing and pleasant.

The master's vision is indeed right, the clothes are just for her.

The corners of Bozhe's mouth rose slightly.

He took a boxwood comb from the table and threw it to Ling Bo, saying, "Comb your hair."

"Ah?" Ling Bo held the wooden comb and opened his mouth in a daze.

Bo Zhe said with a smile: "Didn't you talk about being a girl for the master yesterday, so let's be on duty today, starting with combing your hair."

He turned his head back, leaving her with the back of her head and the lock of black hair hanging down her back.

Ling Bo's face was tangled for a while, he grinned, walked over helplessly, and reached out to hold his hair.After thinking about it, the Qing Dynasty was bald, it was nothing more than a braid, so I first combed the hair on the top, with raw hands, and for a while, the nails caught the hair and pulled it.

Bozhe hissed and grinned, "Still a stupid girl."

Ling Bo wrinkled his nose and made a face at the back of his head.

"Well, sir, when will I do my business?"

For some reason, Bozhe was very happy to hear the cautious attitude of the little woman behind him when he asked her questions. He controlled the corners of his mouth and said, "What's the rush, let me braid my hair first."

Ling Bo rolled his eyes, a stingy man.

She deliberately combed it hard twice, and caught several strands of hair again. The painful Bozhe let out a "hey", but she sniggered silently.

Not long after, she combed a big shiny braid, tied it with a navy blue silk thread, and tassels of the same color fell at the corners.

Bozhe raised his hand and touched it, but didn't say anything, so it can be seen that he was not dissatisfied.

After combing his hair, Ling Bo had nothing to do, Bo Zhe turned around and stood up, and saw her holding the comb, standing on the ground like a young daughter-in-law, looking at him eagerly.

Resisting the secret smile in his heart, he waved his hands and said, "Go wash and comb first, and tidy yourself up."

There was already a basin of clean water on the washbasin stand in the room. Ling Bo put down his comb, walked over to wash his face, and saw a porcelain box of pearl powder on the dressing table next to him, took it out and applied an even layer on his face. Very delicate and docile; then she faced the mirror and lost a big braid to herself, she couldn't comb her hair twice, so she had to be like Bo Zhe.

After tidying himself up, he turned around and saw Bozhe scratching his finger with scissors, and immediately screamed.

Bo Zhe glanced at her: "What a fuss."

He had already scratched the tip of his left index finger, and a big drop of blood came out, and he wiped it on the brocade quilt.

Ling Bo understood what he was doing, even if he was a new youth in the 21st century, he couldn't help but feel hot.She walked over and saw that the faint spots on the brocade quilt were bright red, dry and astringent.

She took Bozhe's hand directly, and his boldness made him raise his eyebrows.

From a very short and shallow wound on the tip of the index finger of Bozhe's left hand, another drop of blood emerged at this moment, as red as a bean.

She didn't speak, just took the scissors from Bozhe's right hand, squeezed his palm, and neatly scratched on the tip of the middle finger.

"Hiss", Bozhe was in pain, seeing her pinching his injured two fingers, pressing on the brocade quilt, a red plum blossomed out immediately.

Ling Bo said with satisfaction: "The old nuns are all very experienced, so they should be able to fool them."

She tilted her head and looked up at Bozhe, two dimples bloomed at the corners of her mouth, she had a sweet smile, but Bozhe especially wanted to punch her.

"You girl, you are really ruthless."

That is to say, Bo Zhe, who is very nervous and informal, if it were any other noble man, he would have slapped him long ago.

At this moment, Ling Bo felt that he was Meng Lang, and secretly stuck out his tongue and shrunk his neck, but he felt a sense of pleasure after revenge.

The wound is very shallow, and there is no need to bandage it, and the blood will coagulate soon and stop flowing out.

Bo Zhe went straight to the door, and opened the two doors with a clatter. The two nuns who were about to lie in the corner to eavesdrop suddenly showed embarrassment.

Bo Zhe said coldly, "Come in."

Sister Daisy and Sister Can Ju smiled sarcastically, squatted down and said, "Greetings to my son-in-law."

Bo Zheli ignored him and turned back to his room.

The two nuns are also respectable old men in the palace, they have never received such a cold reception, but they know that this marriage was originally begged by Wuzhu Gege, if they offend the forehead, it would be unbeautiful to make Gege angry .The two had no choice but to endure their unhappiness, got up and entered the room.

Bo Zhe sat on the round stool and only poured tea to drink, while Ling Bo stood in the corner with his hands down, looking harmless to humans and animals.

Sister Daisy and Sister Can Ju walked to the bed with ease, and pulled out a thin piece of white silk from under the brocade quilt. Sure enough, the blood stained a light red plum through the brocade quilt on the white silk.

After the two confirmed it, they rolled up the white silk, and when they passed Ling Bo, Sister Daisy snorted from her nostrils, extremely contemptuous.

The two nuns bowed to Bo Zhe and said, "Your servant will return to the palace immediately."

Bo Zheen let out a cry, raised his eyelids and said, "She doesn't have to go back to the palace with you. Go back and tell Ge Ge that Master asked this girl to be a personal attendant."

The two nuns looked at each other, and Daisy Daisy was puzzled: "This is not in compliance with the rules. As usual, she has to go back to the palace with her slaves to return to her life."

Bo Zhe put the teacup on the table, raised his eyebrows and said: "Since you Ge Ge sent her to try marriage, after last night, she is the man of the master. Can't the master be the master of his own woman?"

Ling Bo's expression moved, and the words "my own woman" made her feel a little strange.

The two mothers looked at each other again. Aunt Daisy was obviously the one who made up her mind. After thinking about it, Prince Jane's mansion is full of domineering masters from Yarjiang down. , then follow his wishes.

"Since it is the order of the forehead, how dare the servants refuse to obey, but it is better to report it in the same way."

Bo Zhe waved his hand and said, "Go and report yourself."

The two nuns had no choice but to agree, got up and left the room with the white silk.

At this moment, there was a noise of footsteps outside the door.

(Ask for a recommendation ticket~~)

(End of this chapter)