"Hmph, you stinky girl who doesn't know etiquette has the same virtue as your master!"
Princess Zhaorong stared at Xiao Ru's back, cursed, and slowly picked up the hangover soup. Just as she was about to bring it to her lips, she suddenly thought that the soup was brought over by that stinky girl. Who knows if the soup might look like her? Even though I have used my hands and feet, it is better not to drink.
She put the hangover soup aside without touching it.
It's been a while, why hasn't the cat appeared yet
Princess Zhaorong waited and waited, but she never heard the meow she was expecting. She began to feel a little unable to sit still, and her back and buttocks seemed to be crawling with a layer of small bugs, making it itchy.
Especially on her back, the itch was particularly severe. She wanted to reach out and scratch it, but in front of a palace full of courtiers, it was too indecent for her, a noble princess, to scratch her itch in public.
She forced herself to hold back, picked up the glass and took another sip. She thought she would feel better after drinking the cold wine, but she didn't know that after drinking the wine, the itching became more severe.
Princess Zhaorong was so itchy that she couldn't help but shrug her shoulders.
The material of the Snow Silkworm Clothes was thin, soft and slippery. It was more comfortable than any other material she had ever worn in her life, so she wore it close to her body without even thinking about it. When the smooth and soft cloth stuck to her body, she originally felt It was very comfortable, but now she was not so comfortable, and the skin that had been touched by the material began to itch.
It was like countless furry bugs crawling all over her body, from her chest to her back, from her lower abdomen to her arms, crawling all over her body, especially her back, which was simply itchy.
Princess Zhaorong couldn't bear it any longer. She raised her arms and went behind her back to scratch the itch, but she couldn't reach the vest on her back.
"Zhaorong, what are you doing? Sit down properly."
Ning Guogong glanced around and saw Zhaorong's tickling gesture, frowned and scolded.
He was surrounded by ministers who were fawning over him, and it would be a huge loss of dignity for Zhaorong to appear like this in the eyes of everyone!
"Dad, my back is itchy. Please help me scratch it."
Princess Zhaorong couldn't care less about the strange looks she received from the people around her. After scratching her for a few times, she could no longer hold back.
Ning Guogong's face darkened and he said angrily: "What a shame! Zhaorong, have you drank too much? Drink some hangover soup to wake up!"
He saw his daughter twisting around on the chair and shaking her body. It looked so ugly. Especially when he saw the ministers who were drinking at the tables around him began to notice his daughter, he just felt that his face was so ugly. Serve hot and spicy.
"Hey, come and scratch my itch, here, up, up, yes, right here!"
Princess Zhaorong scratched her back a few times and then started scratching her arms. She still felt that it was not enough, so she ordered two or three palace maids around her to scratch her itch at the same time.
But the more she scratched, the more itchy she became, as if those little caterpillars had scratched her heart, making her heart itch.
"It's so itchy, scratch it hard, and a little harder, yes, it's comfortable, so... comfortable, ah! It's uncomfortable, it makes me uncomfortable!"
Princess Zhaorong tore the clothes on her body, tearing off the two long sleeves, revealing a pair of snow-white and pink arms. They looked normal, but she felt itchy from skin to bone.
"Zhaorong! What on earth are you doing? Are you crazy?"
Ning Guogong looked at this scene with an angry face, wishing he could go forward and give his daughter a lesson.