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After kneeling for a long time, Zhou Zhiqing's neck was stiff and straight, her knees were numb, and her back was sore. ”

Knowing that he was deliberately trying to toss herself, Zhou Zhiqing didn't dare to show a little resentment, she walked lightly and carefully held her breath and entered the door.

Yan Zhenrui was only wearing a pure white undershirt, with long dark hair, half-leaning on the bed and reading. He had already bathed, and in addition to the faint soothing incense, most of the incense in the room was the soaphorn incense used by Yan Zhenrui.

Zhou Zhiqing saluted and said respectfully: "What does the prince command?" ”

Yan Zhenrui didn't even raise his eyelids, as if he didn't notice her coming, he casually turned a page of the book, and after a while, turned another page......

Zhou Zhiqing honestly remained silent.

Yan Zhenrui also seemed to think that this was quite boring, so he raised his eyelids slightly, and lazily ordered: "Pour tea-"

There was no emotion in this sentence, but Zhou Zhiqing still blushed. She really felt ashamed, she didn't even know how to serve people, presumably Yan Zhenrui was very dismissive of her in her heart.

As a woman, she can't keep Yan Zhenrui's people, as a slave, she only knows the whole process of serving, not to mention staying by Yan Zhenrui's side for so long, she actually has a very limited number of times to serve tea and pour water in person.

Aside from spending most of her time in his bed, she really didn't know anything about his preferences.

Zhou Zhiqing was only ashamed in her heart for a moment, and immediately cheered up. If you don't know how to serve, then learn.

She quickly glanced around, saw that there was nothing in the house, so she answered, turned around and went out to find tea and hot water, according to the steps taught by her grandmother, quickly washed the tea, made tea, and put it on the tray, and then held it with both hands and sent it in respectfully.

She knelt down, stretched out her hand straight above her head, estimated the distance between her and Yan Zhenrui, and said bluntly: "Lord Wang, please use tea." ”

Yan Zhenrui slowly looked away from the book, glanced at the top of Zhou Zhiqing's hair, looked away with an incredible attitude, and reached for it. But there was a mistake in judgment, his hand failed to catch the tea bowl, but hit Zhou Zhiqing's wrist, she couldn't hold it steadily, and the tea bowl fell down with a bang.

Yan Zhenrui frowned, mumbled, and his voice rose an octave.

Zhiqing didn't wait for him to ask for the guilt, so he said: "The slave and maid should die, the slave and the maid should die, please be merciful-" I didn't care about wiping the tea and tea foam on my body, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the empty water stains on the back of Yan Zhenrui's hands: "It's the slave and the maid who are stupid, please forgive the prince." ”

Yan Zhenrui looked at the humble and obedient Zhou Zhiqing silently.

In just one day, she has changed, no longer the Zhou Zhiqing who flashes smart eyes, is playful and cute, and is obviously afraid but wants to come to him, she has become so polite, polite, and polite, she is a well-behaved girl who can't be more well-behaved, but listening to her call herself a slave and say her cheap words so smoothly, he is not happy at all, not happy at all.

What would she do if she was really herself?

Yan Zhenrui closed her eyes, and Zhou Zhiqing's aggrieved and resentful, but stubborn eyes flashed in front of her, she wouldn't cry, she wouldn't cry, and she didn't dare to fight him, but she would never say such a despicable thing to beg him for forgiveness.

She won't be the first to clean up for him.

So, which exactly does he prefer?

Without waiting to come up with an answer, Yan Zhenrui opened his eyes. It's too scary to like these two words, how could he possibly like a woman? In his eyes and heart, women have always been insignificant dolls, relieving his desires, warming his bed, if it is possible to give birth to children for him and pass on the family lineage, but it just can't occupy a little of his energy and mind. He couldn't have wasted even the slightest emotion on a tool.

Once he has feelings for a woman, it becomes his weakness, and the last thing he needs is weakness.

If he has a weakness, he will be caught, and once he has a handle, he will face a catastrophe. One must build on a firm foundation?

Yan Zhenrui said coldly and detachedly: "That's it, I think you are a first-time offender, let's change another glass." ”

This is not in line with Yan Zhenrui's character. In his heart, the rules are bigger than the sky, no matter whose fault it is, it will only be Zhou Zhiqing's fault in short, but not only did he not punish her, but he also thought that she was a first-time offender, so he let it go.

Zhou Zhiqing was stunned for a moment, and she didn't have time to rejoice, she was already thanking her briskly, got up briskly, went to make tea briskly, and then briskly handed the tea bowl up again.

A straight back, an ink-like hair top, and a jade-like wrist.

Even, there is a faint sense of sweat.

This time, Yan Zhenrui didn't embarrass her, he didn't even look at her, he just sent her: "You keep vigil here, the king will tell you if there is something." ”

Then for a long time, I put my energy into the military book, and I didn't say anything.

At the beginning, Zhou Zhiqing was worried that she didn't know what Yan Zhenrui would do, but after a long time, the room was lukewarm, and there was a pleasant soothing fragrance, so she began to feel sleepy.

Afraid that she would fall asleep and make a mistake, Zhou Zhiqing removed the lampshade and put the lampshade in front of her. She held her cheeks, closed her eyes, and talked for support.

What she thought was, if she slept for a while, who didn't have a nap? But if you fall asleep, you will inevitably make a mistake. Putting the lamp in front of her, she knocked her head down, and the candle flame would burn her hair, and she would wake up if she didn't wake up.

It was the best she could think of.

Who made her tired, no, no, no.

Yan Zhenrui held the book, but he didn't read a word. He was tired and tired, and his brain was booming, making it impossible for him to concentrate.

It's weird, but I just didn't get a good night's sleep last night.

When will he not even be able to stay up all night?

Yan Zhenrui opened the bowl boredly and took a sip of tea. The tea is warm, and the tea leaves are a little soft and rotten, no longer the most authentic fragrance of tea, but with a dull rusty smell.

Yan Zhenrui impatiently put the tea bowl aside, wanting to let someone change another cup. Just like that, as soon as he looked up, he almost jumped up.

Zhou Zhiqing sat at the table opposite, her head drooping, and she was already asleep soundly with her eyes closed. The flame of the candle was no more than a line from her forehead, and as her head sank, it came an inch closer to her hair.

She sank a little lower this time, and the fire swooped and devoured her hair.

Without waiting for Yan Zhenrui to speak, Zhou Zhiqing felt a tingling pain in her scalp, and she had already woken up from her sleep, and she panicked with her sleeve to put out the flames, and then looked over here with palpitations.