The Concubine in the Palace_The Feast of Masks【Complete】(31)

It was indeed King Jin.

Today's King Jin looks exceptionally handsome, wearing a brocade robe with silver embroidered cloud patterns on a sunny day after the rain, and a green jade crown on his head. The King of Jin rarely wears this kind of clear and refreshing color, so it looks particularly eye-catching, like distant mountains, clouds and mist, and like the sea làng.

Yao Niang was stunned for a moment and hurriedly followed Jade Cui with her knees bent to salute.

King Jin stepped into the room, followed by Fucheng.

"The little princess has just gone to bed, and grandma is in the east chamber." Yu Cui said to King Jin respectfully.

King Jin nodded and glanced at the little princess on the bed. In fact, rather than looking at the little princess, Yao Niang felt that he was looking at herself. Inexplicably, she just felt that his eyes stayed on her for a moment as they passed by.

Yao Niang shrank inwardly and lowered her eyes restrainedly.

King Jin looked calm, nodded to Yu Cui, then turned around and went out.

Instead of leaving, I went to the second floor.

Yucui was not surprised by this.

Because this second floor was originally reserved for King Jin, King Jin would come here from time to time, although mostly at night. She was a little hesitant to bring tea to His Highness. She was not allowed to go up to the second floor without instructions.

Yu Cui was talking to Yao Niang about this when Fucheng Shi Shiran walked in from outside.

"Nanny Su, go make a cup of tea for His Highness, Junshan Yinzhen, don't make the wrong one."

Fucheng's words not only surprised Yu Cui, but also made Yao Niang very stunned, because the job of making tea was not the turn of a wet nurse when there was a girl.

But Fu Chengdu spoke, and Yao Niang did not dare to refute, so she could only make tea and bring it to the second floor.

Seeing Fucheng who didn't seem to want to go upstairs and was smiling and talking to Yu Cui, Yao Niang had a bad feeling in her heart.

Sure enough, when she went up, she saw Prince Jin sitting behind the desk with dark eyes.

I don't know if it was her misunderstanding or something else. It was clearly the book that King Jin was reading, not her, but he always felt as if he had eyes on his forehead.

Yao Niang's heart felt like a deer, and she couldn't help but want to touch her hair and clothes. Unfortunately, both hands were occupied by the tea tray, so he could only hold his body stiffly and carry the tea over.

As she got closer to King Jin, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Yao Niang's forehead and the tip of her nose. She was so panicked that she put the tea cup on the table gently. The closer she got to King Jin, the taller Yao Niang felt that he was. She was standing and he was sitting, but they were at the same level.

Seeing that King Jin made no move, Yao Niang breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to retreat, he heard King Jin cough lightly.

She shrank subconsciously, wrung her hands together and clenched them tightly.

Prince Jin didn't need to raise his eyes to see those slender white fingers that looked like onion roots. A picture suddenly appeared in his mind -

That day, in the water, she stirred the water up and down to clean his feet.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Yao Niang's mouth was filled with bitterness, and her thoughts were indeed coming.

But this made her feel less anxious. He really remembered what she had said to him when she deceived him, not anything else...

She said in a thin and weak voice: "Your Highness, please atone for your sins. I didn't mean to deceive you that day. I just heard something wrong. I always felt that the little princess was crying. But when I waited, I found that the little princess was not crying. It was all The slave is wrong."

Is this not self-inflicted?

"What did you do wrong?"

"I shouldn't help His Highness clean your feet halfway and then leave you alone. I shouldn't come down and see that the princess is not awake. I won't dare to go up again for fear of being punished."

"So, is it excusable?"

Yao Niang nodded quickly.

King Jin looked at her.

Today, the wet nurse is dressed even more old-fashioned, wearing sandalwood-colored clothes, wide and shapeless. Wearing a bun, her formerly smooth forehead was now completely hidden under the bangs she had deliberately made.

According to the customs and folk customs of the Qian Dynasty, married women did not wear bangs.

But she was lucky. In order to deliberately create bangs, she deliberately blocked the hair in front of her forehead and fixed it with hair oil. Maybe because this kind of bangs is not easy to get, she put a lot of hair oil on this layer of bangs, which was shiny and looked like an eyesore.

At first glance, she looked like a woman working in the kitchen, but after seeing such beautiful scenery, how could she hide it from the discerning King Jin.

He just felt that it was a waste of natural resources.

King Jin was a little surprised by his own thoughts. He had always found women's bodies disgusting. Let alone reverie, he would never think in that direction, but he repeatedly made exceptions for this little nanny.

It was because of these anomalies that King Jin was determined to find out the truth about this matter.

"If you don't want me to blame you..." King Jin said slowly.

Yao Niang was stunned for a moment.

"Take off your clothes."

Well?

Yao Niang was so surprised that she even forgot about hiding and even her superiority. She raised her head and looked at King Jin in surprise. She could see his bright white face and her bright red mouth slightly open, as if she had seen some strange sight.

King Jin has never been an unfashionable person. To be honest, he speaks very little and pays attention to respectability. After all, he is the son of a noble family in Tianhuang, the son of a dragon and a phoenix grandson who are extremely wealthy. For him to say something like that to tease a decent woman is simply scarier than seeing someone running naked on the street.

Anyway, Yao Niang had been with King Jin so many times in her previous life, and he only said a few times, and they were all wrong words spoken when they were confused in bed. When he got off the bed, he was serious and cold, like a god who was not stained by dust.

"Your Highness, you can't do this..." Yao Niang trembled for a long time before she said with difficulty: "How is this different from those bullies who bully men and women..."

Hearing this, King Jin smiled lightly.

It was the kind of very arrogant, contemptuous, and disdainful smile, mixed with a bit of high-handedness, looking down on all living beings, unobstructed, as if he had heard some big joke.

King Jin did not do any bullying behavior of raping decent women, but it did not mean that he did not do other similar things of bullying others by taking advantage of his power. You have to know that people with this identity and status, since they were born, the first thing they understand is what is "power". And the reason why these so-called sons and daughters of dragons and phoenixes are above all other people is because of "power".

Especially the Prince of Jin, whose mother died when he was young. The prince who lost his mother was not as good as a slave in the palace. Since he was a child, the Prince of Jin knew how to use "power", how to use "power" to intimidate those slaves, and how to gain more "power" in order to stand on the top of the clouds one day.

So the Prince of Jin is not a bully, he is just a higher-level bully, the ancestor of bullies.

But he really felt embarrassed to do all kinds of bully behaviors like a street bully.

The Prince of Jin thought about how the bullies in the street should oppress the good people in his mind. It's not that he likes to associate, but this interesting little nurse in front of him, her performance is like this.

Unfortunately, the Prince of Jin thought for a long time, but he couldn't figure out this skill. He decided to give up and do it his own way.

"Take off your clothes, don't let me say it again!"

Small theater:

Prince Jin: Are you a widow whose husband died? Is the king dead? Count it yourself. This article is only 22 chapters. How many times have your husbands died?

Yao Niang: (Innocent face, pointing fingers, just not talking)

Prince Jin: I will let you know whether your husband is dead or not... The following omitted more than 10,000 words...

Chapter 24

It must be said that Yao Niang was really scared, her face turned pale all of a sudden.

She subconsciously wanted to crawl on the ground and let the King of Jin take whatever he wanted, but she also thought of Xiao Bao.

She thought of Xiao Bao who lost his mother in the previous life, and was probably lonely and helpless, and suffered from Li's cold eyes in the Yao family. If there is a person in the world that Yao Niang feels most sorry for, it can only be the son she had to abandon in these two lives.

Xiao Bao can't be without a mother, she can't die, so she can't repeat the same mistake and become the concubine of the King of Jin.

At the same time, Yao Niang's mind was also clear, and she felt as if she was trapped in an unconscious maze. She was obviously a wet nurse who came to the palace to work properly. She did her job very well and was impeccable. Why did she feel that she had to obey the King of Jin to be right?

She did not sell herself to the King of Jin's palace, nor was she the King of Jin's concubine! She was just a wet nurse!

It turned out that the legacy of her previous life had a profound impact, not only on her body, but also on her mind.

Yao Niang suddenly felt a sense of clarity as if she had been enlightened. Her waist straightened unconsciously, and she no longer protected her chest in a defensive posture, but her hands naturally dropped.

The King of Jin thought that Yao Niang was finally going to stop struggling. While he was satisfied, he couldn't help but doubt whether this wet nurse was playing hard to get and deliberately teasing him like this?

He had seen such a woman more than once, with a look of being mighty and unyielding, but in fact it was just a superficial appearance, all routines.

There are too many such routines in the palace, and the King of Jin doesn't want to see them anymore.

He suddenly lost interest. He didn't quite understand where his emotions came from, but he didn't want to understand.

For him, women are never a matter of whether he can get them or not, but whether he wants them or not.

If you want them, you can get them.

The King of Jin even thought that if this woman could really eliminate his fetish, what would it matter if he gave her a lifetime of glory.

Just like staying in a brothel.

The King of Jin's face turned cold again, but Yao Niang, who half-closed her eyes and seemed to be thinking about something, didn't notice all this.

For the King of Jin, it was just a word and a thing.