Pampered Into Being The Empress

When Rong Xi was working at the family member's home, whenever he was resting, the little maidservants who had been in love with each other had nothing to do and wanted to kill time, so they liked to pass on those not-so-serious scripts to each other.

She didn't dare to be interested in those words, but when the maids were sitting on the bluestone steps and holding up the script to discuss the contents, Rong Xi would also walk to their side and look at the two-eyed book cover.

Rong Xi was deeply impressed by the titles of two of them.

One is called "The Young Master's Petite Slave", and the other is called "The Prince's Favored Maid".

Although she hadn’t read the two storybooks, she also learned about the contents from the discussion of those maids. It was nothing more than how the petite slave and the maidservant would greet and please their master, as well as the unruly young master and the noble prince. How to feel affection for their servants.

Naturally, there are some descriptions of clouds and rain in these scripts.

The young master in the foreign mansion is really the same as the character in the storybook. He is obviously a person who wants scientific research, but he is pestered by a few pretty little maids all day long, not doing business and thinking about making progress.

Later, the wife of Yuanwai drove the maids who were particularly restless in their minds out of the house, and the young master of the Yuanwai family had just converged a little.

Naturally, her situation nowadays is not a slave or a maidservant.

Although Mu Huai didn't make it clear, even if she ordered her to go to bed tonight, her status was reduced from an ordinary maidservant to his maidservant.

Thinking about it, Rong Xi's breathing was slightly stagnant.

She clung to Mu Huai's neck timidly, and suppressed the sadness and fear in her heart.

Seeing that the woman was about to fall from him, the black hair that was still compliant with Shicai also became a little messy, and Mu Huai clasped her slender waist|limbs and let her sit firmly.

Seeing that Rong Xi did not reply, avoiding his sight and daring not to look at him, Mu Huai asked again, "Serve me, wronged?"

Rong Xi frowned, shook his head again and again, and replied with a little crying: "The slave maid...The slave maid is not wronged."

Mu Huai settled his eyes, pinched her chin with one hand, his face leaned a little closer, and their foreheads almost touched each other.

He stared at her eyes and asked in a low voice: "Is he not wronged, or dare not to be wronged?"

Rong Xi's eyes drooped slightly, and he looked at the man's right hand with distinct phalanx.

When he lifted his eyes again, the man's eyes looked at her a little deeper.

Rong Xi's lips trembled slightly, and he finally replied: "No grievance... The slave maid is not wronged, the slave maid is willing to serve your Highness..."

After speaking, Mu Huai watched her for a long while, before letting go of the shackles on her.

The autumn wind poured into the room, and the flickering candles were extinguished.

Mu Huai's thin lips hooked slightly, although he was exceptionally handsome in the light of the extinguishing fire, but he looked like Shura.

Obviously he didn't make any anger, and those Yingjun eyes were clearly smiling, but Rong Xi feared him from the bottom of his bones.

Really a nightmare master.

Rong Xi only felt that his hair was pulling up one by one along the root.

She thought, maybe she left him after many years, not serving as a maidservant beside him.

When she fell asleep in the middle of the night, if she dreamed of this person, listening to him calling her Rong Xi in a deep voice in her dream, she might be awakened by the fear of her body.

Mu Huai put his hand on the top of her hair, and followed it again and again, as if stroking a kitten, and then forced him to ask, "You can't serve a man?"

Rong Xi closed her eyes heavily, she understood that Mu Huai had a reason for asking her like this.

After all, at the time of absurdity last night, Mu Huai already knew that she was not a simple girl who didn't understand anything.

In order to help Yu Zhaorong to be a solid pet, she once learned the art of charming the king.

She thought that she would never use this method in her life, but she didn't expect to use it in front of Mu Huai today. It's really unpredictable.

Rong Xi's breathing gradually became shallower. With her lowly status, too many things are involuntary. Now that she has reached this situation, complaining about others will only make her situation worse.

While calming herself, she slowly leaned forward, trying to gently touch Mu Huai with her soft lips first.

When it became obvious that Mu Huai was breathing slightly, he slowly moved down and stopped his lips at his Adam's apple.

Mu Huai's hand was still on her long hair, and seeing the beauty of Yunshui's eyes lifted slightly, she was looking at him with a slight timidity.

He nodded and motioned for her to continue.

Rong Xi crossed the beating heart, tightly closed his eyes and stretched out that inch of tenderness.

It opens up and closes the lips as if with sugar.

Feeling the damp|itchiness in his neck, Mu Huai frowned, fingers already deeply embedded between Rong Xi's hair.

Goblin.

After cursing secretly in his heart, he quickly held up the woman's head, and quickly regained the dominance.

Puff and **** like a vent.

When Rong Xi whispered repeatedly, the dark red curtain had been swayed again after being violently pulled.

She looked at the faint candlelight outside her eyes from the corner of her eyes, and finally slowly closed her eyes.

*****

The next day, the master and the bachelor of the Imperial Academy took a break.

Because the errands of the Imperial Academy are not hard, and they are usually responsible for compiling books and history in the palace, or helping the officials drafting the summons of the Chinese books, which is considered a leisure position. Therefore, the officials of the Imperial Academy usually take ten days off, which is more than ordinary officials. The days of rest are two days short.

The prince and the princes can also snooze for a few hours at this time, without having to get up early to study.

Mu Huai didn't have the habit of snooze, and he seldom made laziness on weekdays. Although he tossed into the night yesterday, he woke up refreshed the next day without feeling tired.

He supported himself with one arm, then lay halfway on the bed, rubbing his brows.

The woman beside him seemed to be still asleep, Mu Huai still remembered everything from last night, so he looked down at her.

Seeing that Rong Xi had covered his head and wrapped himself tightly, his body was also curled up into a small ball.

Mu Huai couldn't help frowning, and when he stretched out his hand, she opened her quilt by a corner.

But he saw that Rong Xi was not as he thought, still sleeping soundly.

But with a pale face and a cold sweat on his head, his body was extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Mu Huai felt a little flustered. He was really rude last night. Will it 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 a rare concern, but Rong Xi tried to open his lips, but couldn't say a word due to abdominal pain.

She was originally in good health, and she had never suffered abdominal pain like an ordinary woman when she came to the moon, but in order to help Mu Huai get rid of the high fever, she was soaked in cold water in late autumn.

Seeing Rong Xi's silence, Mu Huai's heart became more anxious. He faintly smelled that the sweet and milky fragrance on her body was actually mixed with a touch of blood.

Rong Xi leaned weakly against the man, and just about to tell him that it was okay, Mu Huai began to look at her body up and down.

He turned her over, and saw that the plain white clothes behind him was stained with blood.

In the beginning, there was a drop of red on the bedclothes she was in between, but it was only a small spot.

Now this blood has become a blockbuster.

It seems that she still hurt her.

Mu Huai's brows deepened, regretting in his heart.

Seeing that the tips of Rong Xi's ears were red like drops of blood, he guessed she must be terribly scared now, because he didn't know how badly she was hurting her.

He has always been arrogant, but he felt guilty for women for the first time.

His voice pierced a few undetectable nervousness, but pretending to be calm, he whispered in Rong Xi's ear: "Don't be afraid, I will call the best doctor in the palace to treat you...prescribe the best medicine. If you can't cure it... don't be afraid... My Quyun Palace is not short of servants, if you can't cure it, I will take care of you for a lifetime..."

Seeing that Rong Xi still didn't reply, Mu Huai buried his head on her neck. The panic in his heart suddenly intensified, and he added: "Not only to support you, I will allow you as many months as you want."

After speaking, Rong Xi felt unspeakable in his heart, and gently pushed him with a thin hand.

"Come here."

Mu Huai raised his voice at this moment to call the attendant to ask for the imperial doctor. Rong Xi put his hand on his wrist, and after a long while he finally spoke, calling him painfully: "Your Highness..."

The attendant who came was already standing at the flying hood outside the sleeping hall, waiting for Mu Huai's order, and he faintly heard the voice of a woman speaking in the hall.

The voice sounded very familiar, soft and soft, soft and whispering, it should be Aunt Rong who was standing next to Mu Huai.

The attendant immediately bowed his head. He remembered that he heard Aunt Rong's voice when he was vigil outside the hall yesterday for Mu Huai.

It's just that last night, but Meiji cries.

The guards all wondered if they had misheard, how could there be women crying in Mu Huai's bedroom?

But now, he can be sure that he heard it right.

It seems that Aunt Rong is with His Royal Highness...

Thinking about it, the attendant's face was red.

——"If you have anything to say, wait for the doctor to come." Mu Huai said.

He moved Rong Xi's hand from his wrist and was about to sit on the wheelchair next to the bed.

Rong Xi blushed his cheeks at this time, biting his lip and asking him in a low voice: "Does your Royal Highness know...women are different from men, every month... there will be menstrual affairs..."