The King's Concubine_The Masked Feast【Complete】(29)

Yao Niang couldn't help shaking her head. A little girl is just a little girl. She can't compare with Yuyan and the others. She is much less alert. Then she turned around and thought about herself. She was not much better than the others.

At the same time, she sighed lightly, stood in the hall for a while, and then went back to the inner room.

The room was very quiet. The arrival of Prince Jin did not wake up the little princess. She was still sleeping soundly.

Yao Niang's face was red like dripping blood. When she thought of the situation just now, she had an urge to cover her face and want to die.

She accidentally let him see such a scene. Would he think that she was deliberately seducing her? It was also because she was too careless that such a leak occurred.

At the same time, Yao Niang was also a little confused. Why did Prince Jin stay on the second floor again today? Why didn't he go back to Chaohui Hall?

After this, Yao Niang couldn't sleep anymore. She sat on the edge of the bed and was in a daze. Suddenly, a sound of footsteps sounded outside. Yao Niang just stood up and saw Fucheng walked in.

"Mrs. Su, get a basin of hot water and send it to the second floor."

Yao Niang hesitated, looked at the sleeping little princess, and then looked at Fucheng, "Eunuch Fu, the little princess..."

"We will help you watch it." Fucheng waved his hand.

Since the other party said so, Yao Niang could only obey. Of course, she wondered why Fucheng didn't do it himself, but asked her to do it. But then she thought about it, with Fucheng's status, he probably didn't do rough work like boiling water on weekdays, so she was no longer confused.

Yao Niang went to the tea room to boil water first, and when the water was hot, she filled the copper basin with water and brought it to the second floor.

Yao Niang had never been to the second floor of the small building. The stairs were behind the central hall painting in the main hall.

Stepping on the second floor, there was a small hall in front of her, with only one door leading inside.

At this time, the door was half-closed.

Yao Niang pushed the door open with the basin in her hand, and what she saw was a dark brown floor.

The floor was wiped very clean, and in the middle was a felt mat with a dark purple woven pattern. Anyway, with Yao Niang's eyesight, she couldn't recognize what the pattern was, but she just thought it looked very beautiful and matched the room's furnishings.

On the wall opposite was a row of lattice windows, with a table under the window and purple gauze curtains hanging on the window. At this time, two windows were wide open, and the night wind blew in from outside, stirring the gauze up and down.

On the right side was a row of antique shelves and gauze covers. In the hazy night, you can vaguely see that there are bookshelves and desks, as well as several armchairs and flower tables. On the left side was also a row of antique shelves and gauze covers, with lights on inside. The light was not bright, but you could see an eight-immortal table and a chaise longue under the window.

But Yao Niang's eyes were not on these, but on the half-closed door further in, where the light came from.

Yao Niang took a deep breath and walked over with the basin.

She couldn't hold the basin with one hand and knock on the door with the other, so she could only put the copper basin on the ground and knock three times.

"Come in." It was the usual cold voice of King Jin.

Yao Niang pushed open the door and walked in. The furnishings in this room were simple but elegant. In the corner of the room, there was a gilded dragon three-legged incense burner, which seemed to be burning incense, and there was a unique and special smell in the air.

This was the smell of King Jin, which made Yao Niang remember it most vividly, because she often woke up in the afterglow of this smell in her previous life.

Inexplicably, she felt a little palpitated, and when she looked up and saw King Jin sitting on the edge of the bed behind the curtain, with his clothes half-opened and his black hair scattered behind his shoulders, and his narrow phoenix eyes looking at her, she felt a sense of suffocation.

Her heart was beating very hard.

Chapter 22

Yao Niang was not unfamiliar with this nervous suffocation, because she had this feeling every time she saw King Jin in her previous life.

She had analyzed why this was the case, and there was only one conclusion-King Jin was born too handsome.

Undoubtedly, the Prince of Jin was handsome, the most handsome man Yao Niang had ever seen.

He was so handsome that she dared not look at him any more.

Yao Niang lowered her head and whispered, "Your Highness, the water is here."

"Help me clean my feet."

Yao Niang was stunned for a moment, but did not dare to refute, and walked over with the basin.

After such a delay, the water temperature was just right. The Prince of Jin had already taken off his shoes and socks, and stepped on the footrest barefoot. Yao Niang held his soles with one hand and his calves with the other hand, and put the Prince of Jin's feet into the basin.

The Prince of Jin's feet were very beautiful, white and strong, and his nails were often trimmed, except for some thin calluses on the soles of his feet. Yao Niang was familiar with these. To be more precise, she had learned them specially in her previous life to please the Prince of Jin and keep him in her room.

For example, how to wash the Prince of Jin comfortably, and which parts of the body to massage to relieve fatigue, she knew them all.

To please him. It seemed that she did it unconsciously.

Yao Niang used one hand to pour water on the legs and feet of the King of Jin, and the other hand gently touched his calves. The muscles of the King of Jin's calves were knotted and hard, and they could not be pressed. It was the result of riding for a long time.

Yao Niang sighed in her heart, and gently stroked his calves with her hands. When the muscles were a little weak, she began to press with her fingers.

Little by little, from top to bottom, back and forth.

Press carefully and densely.

Yao Niang did not seem to realize that this was the first time she cleaned the feet of the King of Jin, but she was so familiar with it that people who didn't know would think she had done it countless times.

The King of Jin had this feeling, but it did not prevent him from feeling very comfortable.

It was really comfortable, and it seemed that all the discomfort in the legs and feet disappeared. This time, the King of Jin came back from outside after riding a horse for a whole day. He didn't like to ride a car and rode a horse wherever he went.

While feeling comfortable, the King of Jin lowered his eyes to look at Yao Niang.

He saw that her cheeks were white and her eyelashes were curled. Because her clothes were wrapped tightly, he couldn't see anything from this angle.

The King of Jin couldn't help but frown. At this time, he no longer had the same idea as before, thinking that this wet nurse was deliberately seducing him. If he had that idea, it would not be possible to dress like this.

Maybe she changed her means and deliberately did this to appear unusual? I have to admit that after seeing that extremely beautiful scene, the King of Jin always couldn't help but think of that picture in his mind.

This is the fundamental reason why the King of Jin specially called Yao Niang up, because he didn't vomit.

Maybe the scene was too shocking, or it might be too hasty. The King of Jin didn't notice this until he went up to the second floor. In order to test whether it was true, he asked Fucheng to go down to fetch water for him to wash, and he also mentioned the wet nurse on purpose.

Fucheng was born with a very smart heart, and he would definitely understand what he meant.

As expected, she came.

Downstairs, Fucheng paced back and forth, unable to control his excitement.

His Highness actually took the initiative to find a woman?

As long as he thought of this, Fucheng felt like tears were flowing.

Will it work? Will it not work?

These two thoughts kept rolling back and forth in his mind, like a pot of boiling water.

Fucheng's ears were very high, for fear of missing the slightest movement, and even more afraid that the nurse would run down crying and his Highness would be furious.

But there was no movement after waiting for a long time. Just when Fucheng was anxious, he suddenly heard a slight sound of footsteps. He immediately lifted the hem of his robe and ran out, showing all the energy he had when he was a little eunuch.

Upstairs, Yao Niang felt more and more cramped. Although she lowered her head, she could feel the eyes above her head.

She was not unfamiliar with this kind of gaze, and could even be said to be familiar.

Let her think about it, every time the King of Jin looks at her like this, there will always be...

Yao Niang was completely stunned, and at the same time, a numb feeling came up from her tailbone uncontrollably, and she suddenly felt like she was in a furnace. Her chest was swollen, as if it was about to burst, and with a slight tingling, Yao Niang could even hear a sizzling sound.

She bounced up and covered her chest, but unfortunately her legs were weak and she fell to the side.

The King of Jin was a little confused by her action, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to pull her, but she hurriedly got up from the ground and blocked his hand at the same time.

Under the light, her face was red, her arms tightly hugged her chest, her eyebrows drooped, but her eyelashes could not stop trembling: "I, I seem to hear the little princess crying, I have to go down..."

As she said, she didn't give the King of Jin a chance to react, and turned around and ran away.

Leaving the King of Jin with his feet in the basin, his hands frozen in the air, he didn't react for a long time.

As soon as Fucheng came out, he saw Yaoniang coming down from the stairs.

No tears, no snot, no messy clothes, just watery eyes and red face, as if she had just washed her face, and as if she had just been favored.

Fucheng couldn't help clearing his throat, and seeing Yaoniang was frightened, he thought that she was indeed a coward.

"Mother Su, have you served?"

Yaoniang was stunned for a moment, why did this sound so strange?

Yaoniang was not unfamiliar with Fucheng. Although Fucheng was the chief steward of the palace, he was actually serving the King of Jin personally. In her previous life, every time the King of Jin came to the courtyard, she could see him. But in her impression, Fucheng, who always seemed to be smiling but actually had a neutral attitude, suddenly became such a face. To be honest, Yaoniang couldn't accept it.

I always felt that there was a kind of weirdness in his seemingly serious expression.

"His Highness has gone to bed." Yaoniang chose a less strange statement.

Hearing this, Fu Cheng's eyes lit up immediately, and he nodded repeatedly with a smile on his face: "Madame Su, you have worked hard, go and rest."

He was thinking in his heart that this Madame Su was really an honest person. She was still able to come down to work in such a state, she was really strong. At the same time, he felt that time was too short, could it be that his prince was not strong enough?

In short, Fu Cheng's mind was full of strange thoughts at this moment, and he wanted to run up to see his prince taking off his clothes and looking satisfied.