Chapter 45: Homesick

Jiang Qiao'er blushed and tidied up her clothes that had been ripped up by the palace ministers, and moved to the sofa in the bedroom barefoot. Look at the fastest chapter on (txt home/\small/\say/\net xtjia. com）

Rubbing his flushed face, which had not faded away. Get rid of the embarrassing actions that you think in your heart.

Jiang Qiao'er, Jiang Qiao'er! The face of the old Jiang family has been lost by you! I almost did something like that!

After a while, the palace courtier came out of the bathroom, and the ends of his hair were dripping with drops of water that were almost in a line. A handsome face can't be darker.

Jiang Qiao touched her nose in a curt, ran to the bathroom with a cigarette, locked the door, and opened the canopy.

"Yikes!" Cool!

Assi!

Ice is dead!

Jiang Qiao'er was so excited by the cold water that her body trembled for a while, pouted, and turned on the hot water.

Perverted! Take a bath with cold water!

The palace ministers outside heard Jiang Qiao'er's exclamation, and gloated and curled the corners of their mouths.

A startled little woman! The fire she lit caused him to be extinguished with cold water!

When Jiang Qiaoer came out of the bathroom, the palace courtier was already lying on the bed, Jiang Qiaoer moved her body slowly, trying to open the door and go out, and sleep back in her maid's room.

"I've already told grandpa that we slept together that night, and ......" The palace courtier's deep eyes stared at Jiang Qiao'er's loose pajamas, and the light in his eyes seemed to be able to see the seductive body under the clothes.

"And what?" Seeing the palace courtiers staring at him with squinting eyes, Jiang Qiao'er hugged his body exaggeratedly.

Big pervert!

"And what do you say?" The palace minister touched his lips evilly, and his slender fingers rubbed back and forth.

Bastard!

looks so demonic, and he still puts on a seductive look!

Jiang Qiao'er silently rolled her eyes in her heart, and no longer paid attention to the coquettish palace ministers on the bed.

"Come here!" Seeing that Jiang Qiao'er no longer cared about herself, the palace courtier's depressed heart was unhappy for a while!

I was ignored by this woman!

"What?" Hearing the voice of the palace minister's order, Jiang Qiao'er quickly moved a few steps towards the door.

"Sleep!"

"The ghost wants to sleep with you!"

"I'm going to sleep with you." The palace courtier smiled at Jiang Qiao, and the corners of his mouth rose to an elegant arc.

"I'll count to three, don't let me carry you up......"

Damn bastards!

Threatened by the palace ministers, Jiang Qiaoer had no choice but to go back to bed obediently, although she was 120,000 reluctant! But don't annoy him!

"Good! I'll just hold it and sleep. Baidu search txtjia .com "The palace courtier closed his eyes, gently hugged the villain in his arms with both hands, and fell asleep with a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth.

The two had no dreams all night......

When Jiang Qiao'er woke up the next day, there was no temperature on the pillow of the palace minister.

Jiang Qiao'er rubbed her numb arm and rolled over to get out of bed. As soon as I finished washing, I heard someone knocking on the door.

"Ma'am?" Aunt Jane knocked softly on the door.

"Oh, here we are." Jiang Qiaoer opened the door. "What's wrong? Aunt Jane. ”

"The old lady brought breakfast, saying that it was boring to eat alone, and wanted to see if you were up, so let you accompany you."

Jiang Qiao'er remembered the scene of Bai Tian's intercession for herself that day, pursed her lips slightly, and said, "Well, let's go." ”

As soon as Jiang Qiaoer came downstairs, Bai Tian was already sitting at the dining table and scooping porridge himself.

She hurriedly walked a few steps, intending to take the porridge bowl in Bai Tian's hand: "Grandma, I'll come." ”

"No, this is what we owe you, and grandma will pay you for it." Bai Tian made a pun, although the words were not clear, but they were also comfortable to listen to.

Bai Tian insisted on serving porridge to Jiang Qiao'er, handed it to her, and then sat on the stool.

Jiang Qiao'er knew that she must have come today not just to talk about this. So she didn't urge, and quietly accompanied the old man to eat.

After eating, Bai Tian nodded with satisfaction, although he was old, he still put down the dishes and chopsticks elegantly.

"Actually, grandma came this time, mainly because grandpa meant."

Jiang Qiao'er smiled and listened politely. did not show any dissatisfaction with Gong Hanshuang or her because of the previous incident.

Bai Tian had a little love for this little girl in his heart.

"Grandpa said that as long as you take good care of the courtiers, the palace family will not treat you badly, but if you have any other thoughts, you won't be able to get away with it like this time."

Although she loves it, but her grandson's life is more precious, and she will not be soft on what she should say and do in the future.

"I understand." Jiang Qiao'er nodded politely and did not mention the events of that day.

Now that he rashly said that Shen Fujun framed him, no one must believe it, since the matter has passed, there is no need to mention it again. If Shen Fujun fails to achieve his goal once, he must have other actions, and then he will find a way to find evidence to prove his innocence.

"This grandma is relieved." Bai Tian looked at Jiang Qiao'er sitting in front of him with satisfaction, and the stubbornness in the little girl's eyes was exactly the same as that of herself back then.

Sending Bai Tian away, Jiang Qiao'er threw herself into the round hanging chair in the corner of the living room, from where she could see a corner outside the palace house, the shade of hibiscus greenery, and a fire bloomed in the distance.

"Aunt Jane, can you find paint?" Jiang Qiao'er, who had been quiet, suddenly got up and asked with her head tilted.

"What does my wife want to paint?" Aunt Zhen looked suspicious.

"Okay, Aunt Zhen, don't ask, help me find some paint. I want white, warm yellow, and sky blue. Jiang Qiao's ears were coquettish to Aunt Zhen.

"Okay. Mrs. wait a while, those things will have to be picked up in the warehouse, and I will inform someone to send them. With that, Aunt Zhen went outside the Ten Mile Palace.

Jiang Qiao'er jumped up from the chair excitedly. Ran to the bedroom with a cigarette and changed into a simple t-shirt, shorts and sneakers.

The clothes prepared by this guy are quite complete!

After a while, Aunt Jane came back with a pile of paint.

Jiang Qiao'er saw Aunt Zhen coming back, and hurriedly went over to catch the paint in her hand. "Aunt Zhen has worked hard!"

After speaking, without waiting for Aunt Zhen to respond, she happily ran to the back garden of the Ten Mile Hall with the paint.

The palace ministers don't like complicated things, so the back garden of the Shili Hall is actually just a very neatly built lawn, and the fences on both sides of the garden have faded in the wind and sun.

Jiang Qiao'er carried the white paint and brushed it one by one. The once lifeless back garden suddenly became completely new. Jiang Qiao'er rubbed her somewhat sour arm, looked at her work and nodded with satisfaction.

"Madame is so skillful." Aunt Zhen held the water cup and looked at Jiang Qiao'er, who was busy with a happy face, and unconsciously she was also infected by her.

Hearing someone's appreciation, Jiang Qiao'er became more motivated, and painted the flower stand directly opposite the garden with his favorite color in one go.

Since you can't get out in a short time, let's make yourself enjoy it more!

"Aunt Jane, when I was a child, I also had such a small courtyard, and there were roses planted by my grandmother and morning glories planted by me on the flower stand. I also want to plant roses here. Jiang Qiao'er turned her head and looked at Aunt Zhen who was standing aside with a smile in her eyebrows.

"I miss home." txt House Fiction Network