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The candlelight flickered, and the room suddenly darkened.

Jiu Gongzi raised his hand to hold the flames: "Uncle Qian, put the tea set on the table...... After talking for a while, he noticed the sound of clothes squeezing approaching, and he couldn't help but pause for a moment.

A moment later, the Ninth Prince raised his eyes.

There was a woman standing in front of the desk, dressed in a light blue dogwood brocade, which made her skin look like jade and her body was slender.

The fair woman's eyes flickered, and she gave the ninth prince a slanted glance, and then Ying Ying saluted: "Slave Chunxiao, come to serve the son." ”

Woman's voice...... The mumbling sound was soft and glutinous, like a delicate whisper in the ear. And her waist is in the middle of it...... It also reveals three points of charming style, two points of dignified elegance, and one or two points of enchanting charm.

The nine princes' lacquer-like eyes suddenly narrowed. Squinted at her for a moment, and suddenly said lightly, "Raise your head." ”

This sentence is plain and unwavering, as if speaking to the wall.

"Slave maid...... The slave did not dare. Saying that she didn't dare, the woman raised her sleeves to cover her small mouth, and timidly looked at the desk.

Between the two people, there was a large desk seven or eight feet wide. The ninth prince was tall, and even though he was sitting, he was only half a head shorter than her.

According to the rules, without permission, slaves and maids are not allowed to come within three feet of their masters, let alone look at him at eye level.

My Fair Woman's body is slightly to the left, reads();. This pose on the micro side...... It seems that her chest is bulging, and her waist is not full of grips.

Temptation with this? Want...... Grandfather still didn't believe it! In an instant, the thought turned a few times. The ninth prince's Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly.

There is an old banyan tree in front of the bamboo house, the stem of the tree is rugged and curved, and the branches on the top are stretched like a cover. Uncle Jian sat on the sloping branches, looking into the house through the half-rolled bamboo curtains.

In the bright light, the woman gently and deftly turned the corner of the table. He said softly: "If Childe has a headache." It is better for the slave and the maid to press the son. As he spoke, somehow, his loose hair suddenly fell apart.

Black hair and red lips. Coupled with a slippery white piece of powder neck, and when he raised his hand in exclamation, he pulled his coat, and in the cracked brocade sound, half of the fragrant shoulder......s were exposed.

The man gradually came to his senses.

The mocking look in the eyes of the ninth prince flashed away. Raised his hand and rubbed the corner of his forehead, and said in a low voice: "Retreat." ”

"Isn't the slave going to serve the childe?" The woman's face showed a little grievance. It's just that grievances are grievances. When he didn't retreat, he moved forward, and muttered timidly: "The slave comes to serve the son's wide clothes." ”

The room was brightly lit, and the sloping branches were very close to the bamboo house. Uncle Qiang frowned and looked inside the window...... Jiu Gongzi suddenly raised his hand to cover his forehead, as if he was in too much of a hurry to stand up. It's like a little unsteady ...... feet.

Something is wrong!

Uncle Qiang's heart sank, and before he could react, there was already a loud "bang" in the room. mixed with the woman's panic screaming: "Childe, childe, you ......." ”

Uncle Qiang dodged into the bamboo house.

The house was a mess. The clay pot and porcelain bowl were shattered, and the scrolls of the books fell all over the ground.

This is not the point, the point is that Jiu Gongzi supported the desk with one hand and pinched his eyebrows with the other. The bright candle, Uncle Jian only saw that his face was blue, and his cheeks were drenched with sweat, as if he had just been soaked in water.

"As soon as the slave and maid came, the son ......." Chunxiao's face was pale, and he didn't care about covering his clothes, so he raised his hand to pick up the ninth son.

"Retreat! Exit it!. "Uncle Qiang is so anxious that he wants to jump to his feet. Forehead drops on God! If you try to try and try, you will really try people to be good, and you will not want the life of the head of the family.

"Childe, Childe." shouted twice, and seeing that the ninth prince did not react at all, Uncle Qiang had no choice but to help and hug him and put him on the low couch.

When he turned around, Uncle Qiang sent someone to call Yuanshan and Mengshen.

The residence of the attendants and the bamboo hut here are only separated by a small bridge.

Across the bridge, the distant mountains and the dream sink come very quickly.

As soon as he stepped on the bamboo corridor, Uncle Qiang stretched out his hand to grab the two of them, and while motioning for Yuanshan Meng to sink into the house, he suppressed his voice and asked: "In the past, when the son was close to the woman, would he also be dizzy and sweaty?" ”

...... asked this, Yuanshan's eyes rolled, and he made Meng Shen go first, and dragged Uncle Jian to the door two steps away. When he stood by the wall, he saw that there was no one around, so he put his ear to him and asked, "Just now...... Is there a woman who comes to disturb the son? ”

The potential meaning is that the woman came to see the Ninth Prince, which was not a pleasure for him, but a "disturbance".

Uncle Qiang couldn't help but want to scratch his head. It's just that his hand was half raised, and he remembered that there was still something to figure out, so he put his hand on the shoulder of the distant mountain, frowned and asked, "Why is Childe dizzy, huh?" What the hell is going on? ”

It turns out that this old guy not only sent Ji people to talk over there, but even Jiu Gongzi also sent people here, and Yuan Shan gritted his teeth and was secretly annoyed. It's just annoyed, but his face was shocked and shocked, and he glared at Uncle Jian and asked, "Could it be that Uncle Ao made Ji Ren get close to Gongzi?" ”

After asking this, seeing the old man's gloomy face, he slapped his forehead: "Oops! Childe can't smell powder. ”

"Why can't you smell powder, wasn't it good before?" This kind of thing is extremely weird, not to mention that Wang Sima and Uncle Jian don't believe it, even Doctor Chen was very strange at that time.

The old man must get to the bottom of it, and depending on the situation, if he doesn't figure it out, the ninth prince will not be able to get confused.

"Come, come on." Yuan Shan simply whispered to Uncle Jin's ear: "That business trip...... Wounded...... So far, there has been no ....... ”

After getting the news he wanted, Uncle Qiang returned to the inner city overnight.

On the desk, the lamps and candles were about to burn out, and Wang Sima had obviously been waiting for a long time.

Uncle Qiang stepped forward and saluted. After saluting, he knew that Wang Sima must be anxious to know the result, and he didn't talk nonsense: "Go home, the son does have a strange disease." ”

"How?" Although he knew that Wang Jiu would not deceive such a major event, Wang Sima still had luck in his heart. There is a faint hope that the ninth prince is messing around, and it is a plan he set up because he is dissatisfied with marrying the four princesses.

"The servant asked the two Ji people, and also asked the attendant of the ninth prince." Uncle Qiang was concise and to the point, simply omitted some details of Lala, and focused on the key points: "The ninth prince was injured before, and he stayed with this disease after he recovered. ”

Speaking of this, Uncle Qiang paused, and after thinking about how to phrase it properly, Fang took two steps forward, and when he was close to Wang Sima, he suppressed his voice and said: "The servant asked, from the old lady's birthday to the present, the ninth prince has never been close to a woman. ”

The old man's birthday is still ...... Almost a year.

Whether to be close to the woman or not is not the point, the point is that this disease is not an illusion made by the ninth prince for Xie Jiang.

A year ago, Jiu Gongzi didn't recognize her.

In the flickering candlelight, Wang Sima's face ...... Gloomy and tired, it seems that there is still a little helplessness.

In a bamboo hut dozens of miles away.

"Childe, rinse your mouth." Yuan Shan took the tea cup and handed it over, and when the ninth prince took it lazily, he squinted the corner of his eyes to look at the dream.

The two of them have been partners for more than ten years, and if they talk about a look, even if they move their eyebrows, they can guess what it means.

The light flashed in Mengshen's eyes, and he went to the door with a muffled voice.

"As the son expected, Uncle Qiang really went back to see the old master."

Don't look at Uncle Qiang is gone, there are not sure how many guards are hidden in front of the house and behind the house, the bamboo wall is not soundproof, and the voice of the distant mountain is almost a whisper: "There is a message over there, and the old master will return to Wuyang tomorrow." ”

...... going back at this time, Jiugongzi's lacquer-like eyes narrowed slightly.

PS: Please take it by the hand...... Circle it in the bookshelf, okay? (To be continued.) )

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