Hearing the sound of water coming from the inner room, Yan Li quietly approached and hid behind the screen.

This dongyuan wears a hat and veil at other times, and it must be taken off when taking a bath. I don't want him to tilt his head to look, but he only sees the woman's soft and white slender back, and occasionally he can see some beautifully contoured side faces, but that's all.

Yan Li was completely annoyed.

The dagger slipped from his sleeve and was held by him with his backhand, intending to do nothing, since this dongyuan may be harmful to Sheji, just kill it.

Yan Li squinted slightly, glowing with murderous intent, clenched the dagger and slowly approached, and just as he was about to stab directly into the back of Dong Yuan's neck, the man said directly: "Xiao Cui." ”

Yan Li hurriedly put the dagger back into his sleeve and replied coldly: "What's wrong." ”

Hearing such a close voice, Qu Yan was startled, and hurriedly grabbed the outer robe on the side and covered her face, only revealing a pair of slightly embarrassed eyes and glaring at Xiao Cui: "When did you come, I didn't tell you that you weren't allowed to approach the inner room before, don't you know?" ”

Even if he stared at people, his peach blossom eyes sparkled like black pearls, and although he covered his face and body with a white robe, he could faintly see the snow-white pink neck and half of his breasts.

Yan Li frowned slightly.

His steamed buns are bigger than hers.

He looked away as if nothing happened, looked at Qu Yan's face, and said impatiently: "What are you telling me to do." ”

"Did you start a charcoal fire, and the room was so cold that it was freezing, didn't you notice?" Qu Yan said, and felt a gust of cold wind floating, and suddenly sank her body further into the water, and she felt more and more that this maid named Xiaocui was useless except for her name.

"Oh." Xiao Cui answered lightly and went out, without any respect.

Qu Yan was angry.

Have the maids in the Six Princes' Mansion been specially trained?

Could it be that she is just a mere guest, and she has just come to the Six Princes' Mansion and the foundation is not stable at the beginning, so she just doesn't pay attention to it?

Qu Yan secretly made up her mind.

Give this Xiaocui another three days, and after three days, she still doesn't teach repeatedly, and she doesn't look like she is the master, so she is directly kicked out of Wangyun Pavilion.

**

When Qu Yan shivered and put on her nightgown and went out, the charcoal fire was finally figured out by Yan Li how to burn it.

It was still freezing cold in the room.

Qu Yan hugged her arms, reached out and touched the bottom of the futon, but found that it was cold and biting, she closed her eyes heavily, endured her irritability, and said softly: "Xiaocui, are you sick today?" I forgot all the things I taught you the other day. ”

Xiao Cui glanced at her faintly: "What are you doing." ”

Oh my God-

What did she ask?

Qu Yan felt that her head was too big, it was the first time she had met such a stupid servant girl, was this here to be a servant girl or to be the master?

She patiently repeated what she had said before: "I told you before, I am afraid of the cold, and before I come back, I will build a charcoal fire in the house, and when I bathe, I will go to warm the quilt." Remember now? Well? ”

"Oh."

Yan Li took off his coat and got into the quilt directly.

Qu Yan took a thick robe and draped it on her body, curled up on the couch and planned to read a book for a while, and after reading the quilt, it must have been heated, but she didn't want this ancient day to be so cold, so cold that she couldn't even turn the page, she sighed at the palm of her hand, and finally couldn't stand it anymore, so she took off her shoes and socks and went to bed.

Xiao Cui, who was well-behaved and warm on the bed, frowned slightly, and her face was full of disapproval: "It's not hot yet, what are you doing when you come up." ”

Qu Yan: "......? ”

She was a little speechless for a while, so she simply ignored her, turned her back to Xiaocui and shrunk in the quilt and continued to tremble.

"What are you shaking?"

Qu Yan felt that her head was full of the word 'forbearance': "Shut up." ”

"Oh."