When Rong Xi was working at the family member's family, every time she was taking a break, the little maids who had just started to love each other had nothing to do and wanted to pass the time, so they liked to pass around and read those not-so-serious books.
She was not interested in those stories at all, but when those maids were sitting together on the bluestone steps, chirping and discussing the contents of the story books, Rong Xi would walk up to them and glance at the book cover.
Rong Xi was deeply impressed by the titles of two of the scripts.
One is called "The Young Master's Slave", and the other is called "The Prince's Favored Maid".
Although she hadn't read the second story book, she had roughly understood its content from the discussion of those maidservants. How to have feelings for their slaves.
Naturally, there are some descriptions of clouds and rain in these scriptures.
The young master in Yuanwai's mansion is really the same as the characters in the story book, he is obviously a person who wants to take a scientific examination, but he is pestered by a few pretty little maids all day long, not doing his job properly and not thinking about making progress.
Later, Mrs. Yuan Wai drove out the servant girls who were particularly restless, and the young master of Yuan Wai's family restrained himself a little.
Naturally, her current situation can't be regarded as a slave or favored servant of Lao Shizi.
Although Mu Huai didn't say it clearly, since she was still ordered to sleep in tonight, her status has changed from an ordinary palace maid to his maidservant.
Thinking about it, Rong Xi's breathing stagnated slightly.
She clung to Mu Huai's neck timidly, forcing herself to suppress the sadness and fear in her heart.
Seeing that the woman was about to fall from him to the ground, and her silky black hair just now became slightly disheveled, Mu Huai clasped her slender waist|legs to make her sit still.
Seeing that Rong Xi didn't reply, avoiding his gaze and not daring to look at him, Mu Huai asked again: "Serve me, are you wronged?"
Rong Xi frowned, shook her head again and again, and replied with a slightly crying voice: "Slave...Slave is not wronged."
Mu Huai lowered his eyes, pinched her chin with one hand, moved his face a little closer, their foreheads almost touching.
He stared into her eyes, and asked again in a low voice: "Is it not wronged, or dare not be wronged?"
Rong Xi lowered her eyes slightly, and looked at the man's right hand with well-defined phalanges.
When he raised his eyes again, the man looked at her a little deeper.
Rong Xi's lips trembled slightly, and finally replied: "I am not wronged... I am not wronged, I am willing to serve Your Highness..."
After finishing speaking, Mu Huai stared at her for a long while before loosening the shackles on her.
Gusts of autumn wind rushed into the room, and several flickering candles were extinguished.
Mu Huai's thin lips curled slightly, although he was extremely handsome in the flickering flames, he looked like a Shura.
Obviously he didn't show any anger, and those handsome eyes were obviously still smiling, but Rong Xi was afraid of him from the bottom of his heart.
What a nightmare master.
Rong Xi only felt that her hair was being pulled up one by one along the roots.
She thought, maybe she left him after many years, not serving him as a palace maid by his side.
If she dreams of this man when she falls asleep in the middle of the night, and hears him calling her Rongxi in a low voice in her dream, she will probably be awakened with fear all over her body.
Mu Huai put his hand on the top of her hair, and stroked it again and again, as if stroking a kitten, and asked urgently, "You don't know how to serve a man?"
Rong Xi closed her eyes heavily, she understood that Mu Huai had a reason for asking her this way.
After all, at the time of last night's absurdity, Mu Huai already knew that she was not some innocent girl who didn't understand.
In order to help Yu Zhaorong to be a favorite, she once practiced the art of flattering the emperor.
I thought she would never use this method in this life, but I didn't expect that she would use it in front of Mu Huai today. It's really unpredictable.
Rong Xi's breathing gradually became shallower. With her low status, she can't control many things. Now that she's in this situation, blaming others will only make her situation worse.
While letting herself calm down, she slowly leaned over, trying to touch Mu Huai's with soft lips first.
After clearly feeling that Mu Huai's breathing was slightly sudden, he moved down slowly, and stopped his lips on his Adam's apple.
Mu Huai's hands were still on her long hair, seeing the beautiful woman Yunshui's eyes slightly raised, she was looking at him timidly.
He nodded, signaling her to continue.
Rong Xi suppressed his beating heart, closed his eyes tightly and stretched out that inch of warmth.
Opening and closing his lips up and down as if he was holding sugar syrup.
Feeling the wet|itch on his neck, Mu Huai frowned, his fingers were already deeply embedded in Rong Xi's hair.
leprechaun.
After cursing secretly in his heart, he quickly held up the woman's head, and quickly regained the dominance.
Suck and suck like venting anger.
When Rong Xi hummed again and again, the dark red curtain was pulled back violently, and then slightly swayed.
From the corner of her eye, she looked at the increasingly faint candlelight outside her eyes, and finally closed her eyes slowly.
*****
The next day, the masters and bachelors of the Hanlin Academy had a collective rest.
Because the errands of the Hanlin Academy are not hard, they are usually responsible for compiling books and writing history in the palace, or helping the officials of the Zhongshu drafting orders, which can be regarded as leisure positions, so the officials of the Hanlin Academy usually take ten days off and one day off every month, which is more expensive than ordinary officials. Two days less for rest and bathing.
The princes and princesses can also snooze for a few hours at this time, so they don't have to get up early to study.
Mu Huai does not have the habit of snoozing, and he is rarely lazy on weekdays. Although he tossed and tossed late into the night yesterday, he woke up refreshed and refreshed the next day, without feeling tired at all.
He propped himself up with one arm, then half-lyed on the bed, and rubbed the space between his eyebrows with his hands.
The woman next to her seemed to be still soundly asleep, Mu Huai was still reminiscing about what happened last night, so he looked down at her.
Seeing that Rong Xi put the quilt all over her head, wrapped herself tightly, and curled her body into a small ball.
Mu Huai couldn't help frowning, and stretched out his hand, and lifted a corner of her quilt.
But he saw that Rong Xi was not as he thought, and was still sleeping soundly.
Instead, he had a pale face, his head was dripping with cold sweat, and he was extremely uncomfortable at first glance.
Seeing this, Mu Huai panicked, he was indeed rude last night, did he hurt her
He hugged Rong Xi carefully, patted her on the back, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
Mu Huai's voice was rarely concerned, but Rong Xi tried to open his lips, but couldn't speak a word because of the abdominal pain.
She was originally in good health, and she never suffered from abdominal pain like ordinary women during menstruation, but that day, in order to help Mu Huai reduce his high fever, she immersed herself in cold water in late autumn, and it still hurt her body after all.
Seeing that Rong Xi was silent, Mu Huai became more and more anxious. He faintly smelled the sweet and milky fragrance on her body, which was actually mixed with a faint smell of blood.
Rong Xi leaned against the man weakly, and was about to tell him that she was fine, but Mu Huai began to look up and down her body.
He turned her over, and saw that the plain white pajamas behind her were indeed stained with blood.
At the beginning, there was redness on the quilt between her, but it was only a small spot.
Now this blood has turned into a blockbuster.
It still seemed to hurt her.
Mu Huai's brows became darker, regretful in his heart.
Seeing that the tips of Rong Xi's ears were as red as a drop of blood, he guessed that she must be terrified now, because he didn't know how badly he had hurt her to this point.
He has always been arrogant, but this is the first time he feels guilty towards a woman.
There was a trace of imperceptible tension in his voice, but he pretended to be calm and coaxed in Rong Xi's ear: "Don't be afraid, I will call the best imperial physician in the palace to treat you...prescribe the best medicine for you... You don't need to be afraid if you can't cure it... I have no shortage of servants in Quyun Palace, if you really can't cure it, I will take care of you for the rest of your life... "
Seeing that Rong Xi still didn't reply, Mu Huai buried his head in her neck, the panic in his heart suddenly intensified, and he added: "Not only will I support you, I will promise you any monthly salary you want."
After finishing speaking, Rong Xi felt unspeakable, and gently pushed him with her slender hands.
"Come on."
At this moment, Mu Huai raised his voice, wanting to call the attendant to invite the imperial physician, Rong Xi put his hand on his wrist, and finally spoke after a while, calling him with difficulty: "Your Highness..."
The attendant who came was already standing in the flying enclosure outside the bedroom, waiting quietly for Mu Huai's order. He faintly heard a woman's voice in the hall.
That voice sounded very familiar, delicate and soft, soft and whiny, it should be Aunt Rong who is next to Mu Huai.
The attendant immediately lowered his head, he remembered that when he was watching the night outside the hall for Mu Huai yesterday, he also heard Aunt Rong's voice.
It's just that last night's cry was extremely flattering.
The guard wondered if he heard it wrong, how could there be a woman crying in Mu Huai's bedroom
But now, he can be sure that he heard correctly.
It seems that Aunt Rong is with His Highness...
Thinking about it, the attendant's face also turned red.
—"What's the matter, wait until the imperial physician comes." Mu Huai said.
He removed Rong Xi's hand from his wrist, and was about to support himself and sit on the wheelchair beside the bed.
Rong Xi blushed at this moment, bit her lips and asked him in a low voice: "Does your Highness know... women are different from men, every month... there will be menstruation..."