Chapter Forty-Eight: The Chain of Suo Xian
The morning sun shines through the window, sprinkled on the white and beautiful little face, the porcelain white skin is transparent in the sun, the beauty is illusory, and it is extremely unreal. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info
The long thick black eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings, and Bai Ruo woke up faintly, looking at the empty person on his side, and felt a sense of loss in his heart.
A short time later, a brisk knock sounded at the door. Bai Ruo tidied up his clothes and went to open the door.
A handsome maid stood respectfully outside the door with a basin of water, and when she saw the door open, she said sweetly: "Morning white girl!" Slave Qinglian, this is the washing water prepared for the girl. Chen's mother said that when you are well later, she will send me a dress to try on for the girl to see if she needs to modify it. ”
"Thank you!" Bai Ruo took the basin, frowned slightly, and then asked, "What dress?" ”
"It's the dress you wore the day after tomorrow when you took over Oiran!" Qinglian's innocent face was full of expectation.
It turned out to be this thing! Bai Ruo chin lightly, she knew that Mother Chen attached great importance to the Oiran succession ceremony the day after tomorrow, after all, the vacancy of the Oiran position had a great impact on the business of Tianxiang Pavilion.
After everything was in order, Qinglian came over with a stack of dresses, and as soon as she entered the house, she couldn't wait to show it to Bai Ruo, it was a finely made red butterfly dark pattern Liuxian dress, the skirt tail that dragged the floor, the satin was shining with streamers, graceful and luxurious.
"I'll try it on, you go out first." Bai Ruo commanded softly.
After Qinglian went out, Bai Ruo turned his back to the door, took off his clothes, and just straightened his chest.
The door was gently pushed open and then gently shut.
"Qinglian, come and help me tidy up my back." Bai Ruo didn't doubt anything else, the style of this Liuxian dress was luxurious and cumbersome, and she couldn't tidy it up alone, so she began to feel a little impetuous.
The footsteps approached silently, and a fat hand put on the white snow shoulder, which was as white as congealed cream, and was shocked to find something wrong, Bai Ruo hurriedly turned around and saw an obese man in a blue satin suit, squinting his small eyes and grinning.
This person is none other than Yin Zhiping, the eldest son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and Chen's mother introduced this distinguished guest to her last night. Two days ago, he just married the Oiran of Tianxiang Pavilion, and he was still newly married Yan'er, so he still came to Tianxiang Pavilion every day to continue to have fun.
Bai Ruo grabbed the placket of his chest with one hand, raised his hand with the other, and just wanted to cast a spell, a silver rope appeared in Yin Zhiping's hand, and this rope flew over like a spirit to tie Bai Ruo's hands.
Bai Ruo's hands were trapped, and his shirt slipped down to his elbows, revealing a crescent-white bandeau with a snow-white twin peaks looming.
Bai Ruo was ashamed and angry, biting his lower lip tightly, struggling with his hands, and the rope became tighter and tighter.
"This is called Suo Xian Chain, even the immortals can't escape, I advise the white girl to stop struggling." Yin Zhiping said proudly, his voice was very determined.
His small eyes stared at Bai Ruo's proud curves, and his face was squeezed by fat and lewdness. "As long as you are obedient, maybe you can be the main room. I can't bear to give you over. "With such a beautiful person, I'm afraid there won't be a second one in the world.
As he spoke, Yin Zhiping walked towards Bai Ruo with his big belly and short fat legs, seeing that a hand was about to attack his soft chest, a trace of fear flashed in Bai Ruo's eyes, and he silently recited a mantra, intending to fly away, not caring about revealing his identity in front of mortals.
The sound of a hurried garment came through the air, carrying a gust of wind, which made it impossible to open his eyes, and then only a muffled snort was heard.