It wasn't until mid-afternoon that Mo Shuang finally made it to the inner hall without even having lunch.
The ground is wiped bit by bit; the heart is cooled inch by inch.
The waist no longer felt like her own, and she could only do the movements in her hands mechanically, like a puppet that had lost its soul.
Leng Qisu sat beside the dragon table, reviewing the memorials, and from time to time he picked up the cinnabar pen and wrote heavily.
Not knowing what he was thinking of, he frowned slightly, put down the memorial in his hand, leaned against the back of the soft chair, closed his eyes, and raised his hand to pinch the aching forehead.
There was a rustling sound at the door.
He opened his eyes and saw a woman lying on the ground, wiping the ground bit by bit from the door inward.
His eyes flickered, but he didn't move, just leaned on the back of the chair and looked at her intently.
She pursed her lips slightly, with a cold and determined face. She lay on the ground and wiped for a while, then washed the rag in clean water, wrung it out, and wiped it again in an orderly manner.
He thought she would be angry, or beg him, or cry to him or question him like she did last night.
nothing!
She even wiped it vigorously.
From beginning to end, she never raised her head to look at him, or even looked in his direction.
His eyes stayed on her body, her face, her hands, and her bare feet.
He watched as long as she wiped it.
Or maybe, he didn't look, he just looked in that direction, but in fact, he was just thinking about something in his mind.
Mo Shuang finally touched the edge of his desk and looked at his bare feet under the desk with an unspeakable feeling in her heart.
I would rather go barefoot than wear other shoes!
What a passion for Linglong!
She was so crazy that she was still betting on his heart. His heart was not in a woman like her who was just for fun, and he didn't even have the slightest pity for her.
"Your Majesty, please pick up your feet!"
She lay on the ground, did not raise her head, and just spoke coldly.
The man doesn't move!
She patiently said softly, "Please pick up your feet and let your slaves wipe the floor!"
Only then did the man react a little, and raised his feet slightly. She quickly reached out and wiped the ground under his feet, but before she could wipe them, his feet fell down again, and fell directly on her hands. .
She was startled and instinctively wanted to retract her hand, but he added some more force under his feet to restrain her.
Perhaps he used a very skillful force, or perhaps her senses had long been numb, but she didn't feel any pain at all.
It's just uncomfortable, embarrassing...
I can't even pull out, what does it mean to be stepped on by him like this
Humiliating
"The emperor stepped on the slave's hand, please pick it up!"
She tried her best to regulate her breath, but she still couldn't suppress the anger that slowly rose and expanded in her heart.
She told herself to give him three seconds, and if he didn't pick it up, she would strike him with a palm.
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Using the other palm to raise the air, she narrowed her eyes and was about to strike at his foot, but he suddenly took his foot away, stood up, and shouted for someone to come.
Eunuch Li, who was outside, hurriedly came in and glanced at the woman lying beside the dragon table, "What are your orders, Your Majesty?"
"Put carpets on all the floors of Longyin Palace from the outer hall to the inner hall. Prepare a few sets of carpets and send them to the Clothing Bureau to clean and dry them every day, and then take them to Longyin Palace to replace them. . This way you don’t need to wipe the floor every day, just change the carpet! Otherwise, how can I do my official business if I wipe it clumsily like her every day?"
He glanced at the woman on the ground, turned to Eunuch Li, and ordered in a deep voice.
Eunuch Li was a little confused.
It’s not impossible to lay carpets, but I’ve never seen such carpets in summer.
Seeing him standing there motionless and not responding, Leng Qisu's face sank, "What? Eunuch Li, can't you understand what I said?"
"No, I understand, it's just..." Eunuch Li hesitated. In fact, what he wanted to say was that there was no need to spread the carpet. If a few more maids were sent to mop the floor tomorrow, it wouldn't be like this.
But before he finished speaking, Leng Qisu interrupted him coldly, "Do you have a 'just' role here?"
He was startled and quickly lowered his head and replied in fear, "No!"
"Then do it quickly!"
"yes!"
He quickly bowed and retreated. He was puzzled by this matter, and it was not until a long, long time later that he finally understood what the emperor was doing that day.
This is something.
"You don't need to wipe it. I have never seen a maid as clumsy as you. Get up!" Leng Qisu stared at the woman on the ground with cold eyes.
Mo Shuang originally wanted to say something to him, but like yesterday, how could she be as nimble and gentle as Linglong before? But her lips moved, but she didn't say anything.
I don't have the energy to say this.
"yes!"
She was very uncomfortable when she stood up suddenly after kneeling for a long time. She staggered and reached out to hold the table beside her to steady her body. After a while to adapt, she picked up the golden basin on the ground and left.
When she put down the golden basin and came back again, he was sitting at the desk again reviewing the memorials, and several maids were spreading carpets on the floor.
Big blooming peonies, a very rich pattern.
She pursed her lips, walked over and stood next to him, waiting for orders.
Linglong walked in with a slightly anxious expression and saw that everyone was busy laying the carpet. She frowned slightly and glanced at Mo Shuang who was standing behind Leng Qisu.
"Your Majesty!" She bowed to Leng Qisu, "Something happened in the harem!"
(End of chapter)