"Talk girl, please here." The maid picked up the lamp to greet her, and Tan Baolu's breath that had just been relaxed was raised again, and as if she had been driven to the shelves, she cautiously entered Cen Jianan's mansion step by step.

As an official, he has achieved the position of Cen Jianan, and he no longer needs to collect the money himself, and countless people are begging to send money to him. The openness of this mansion and the extravagance and erosion of this house are unheard of and unseen by Tan Baolu.

In the courtyard, a one-person tall coral tree is used as a rockery, and the various flowers and trees planted on the path by the pond are all precious varieties. It is just early spring, the plum blossoms have withered, the spring flowers, peach blossoms, begonia flowers have not yet reached the flowering period, if the branches are bare, look not good-looking, they can not enter the eyes of nobles, so the special light gauze silk paper, grasped a flower, don't be between the treetops.

Tan Baolu couldn't help but sigh in her heart, scolding Cen Jianan for being a traitor, and she really didn't wronged him.

After passing the Hanging Water Bridge and Jingpo Lake, I don't know how many corridors have been twisted and turned, the two maids pushed open a heavy and simple door left and right, and respectfully invited her to enter: "Talk about the girl, the steps are high, and you can lift your feet." ”

Talking about Baolu lifting her skirt, and then looking up, the scene of flowers cooking oil outdoors disappeared, and was replaced by a cold and murderous atmosphere.

The four corners of the room were lit with lights, and the light was soft, dimmer than the moonlight, and filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.

Walking further inside, the first thing you see is a screen embroidered with Wen Zhengming's cursive script, separating the view from the inside and outside of the house. The windows are all white silk curtains, and there is a yellow mahogany square desk under the window on the left, and there are a few round bamboo pen holders on the table, and a few uneven pens are inserted on the table.

It turns out that Cen Canaan will personally manage the accounts, not to mention that the richer the person, the more shrewd.

Tan Baolu was looking around, when several maids came into the room and said softly, "Please talk about the girl taking a bath and changing clothes." ”

As soon as she heard that she was going to bathe and change clothes, Tan Baolu's back stiffened.

She wanted to run when she pulled her legs, but she had this self-knowledge, and if she wanted to hide tonight, it was useless to run.

She stood stiff in place, and the maid carefully helped her into the milky bath, helping her peel off her cold dance skirt.

The hot milk steamed open the cold and shrunken pores, Tan Baolu's shoulders couldn't help but gradually stretch out in the water, she pondered the current scene in the water for a while, knocked on the side and asked, "Who ordered me to be sent here tonight?" ”

Her father? Xu Yu? Or Hedongyan?

Only when you know who did it, can you have a way to deal with it.

The head of the maid who bathed her shook into a rattle, "Talking about girls, slaves and maids don't know, slaves and maids are all obedient to orders." She carefully combed her hair with a jade grate and asked, "Talk about girl, is it okay to comb your hair like this?" ”

Tan Baolu didn't ask anything, a little disappointed, but there was no need to embarrass people because of this, so he closed his eyes and nodded.

The maid tied her hair, poured water with a small spoon, and carefully rinsed Tan Baolu's back.

When bathing, most of Tan Baolu's body is soaked in the water floating with white foam and rose petals, and occasionally half of the snow-white plump floats out of the water waves, like the handful of snow on the top of the mountain, white as beautiful jade, winding and undulating.

The maid had never seen such a delicate and charming figure, so she couldn't help but stare at it quietly, and just happened to see a bead of water stuck to Tan Baolu's neck, rolling from the thin collarbone to the fingertips resting on the edge of the barrel.

The maid couldn't help but say in her heart, no wonder His Royal Highness has allowed this woman to enter his room for so many years, the woman's appearance is really favored by heaven, and it is unparalleled in the world.

"I'm done, let's talk about the girl's dressing." After bathing, the maid changed into Tan Baolu's underwear.

There is a dragon in the house, and it is not too cold to wear only underwear, but Tan Baolu is only wearing such a thin underwear, and there is always a feeling that the clothes are not covering.

She wanted to ask the maids for a gown, but the maid took out an ointment from the tray and said, "Miss Tan, this is Bai Yusheng muscle cream, please use it." ”

Looking at the small silver bottle on the tray, Tan Baolu's body softened by the medicinal soup stiffened again.

She knew what the muscle-building cream was for, and the main effect of the muscle-building cream was to treat trauma, but because it was too rare and expensive, even the rich and noble people were reluctant to use the small wounds in the ordinary place, so over time, it became a secret medicine in the boudoir.

When the maid had finished explaining the trivial matters, she rushed out and closed the door, and she was the only one in the room.

Tan Baolu sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the ointment in the tray like a poisonous snake.

After all, she is a person who has died once, and she doesn't care so much about her chastity, but she must protect herself well to be worthy of living again this time.

She sat silently for a moment, then went up from her head to remove a hairpin.

The tip of the hairpin shimmered silver in the moonlight.

The fingertips that were as white as shallots pinched the palms, and the round nail shells were so tight that there was a fine and dense pain, Tan Baolu closed her five fingers and pushed the tip of the hairpin against her legs. Root ......

If he pretended to have dehydration with blood, it would make him lose his appetite and stop touching her, right?

"Dayu Ridge Road is time-consuming and laborious...... This kind of thing happened, and Xia Guan didn't expect it......"

Suddenly there were footsteps and voices outside the door.

"Dayu Lingdao was to be dug when the first emperor was there, and the new emperor naturally wanted to do this after he succeeded to the throne. But Dayu is a place where the wisdom of the people has not been opened, there are groups of bandits, and there is a lot of resistance, and there is such a big gap in this amount now, this thing, this thing really can't be pushed......"

Then she heard the voice of another official: "Dayuling Road must be opened no matter what, the person in charge of that batch of funds is Qian Shufei, he is your Wu Haoda's person, you can't run away, right?" What else can you say? ”

“…… The person I assigned was indeed Qian Shufei, but Qian Shufei was assigned to Tan Yu to handle this matter. ”

"Talk about Yu?" The man asked rhetorically.

Talk about Yu?

Tan Baolu in the house was also stunned, if she heard it correctly, it was her eldest brother's name.

"Yes," the official who reported to Cen Jianan continued, "Tan Wei's eldest son is now working as an errand ...... in the Ministry of Works."

The sound outside the house was soft, and then there was a debate, these big officials really quarreled, and it was no better than Grandma Sven, who picked vegetables at the entrance of the vegetable market. The public says that the public is reasonable, the mother-in-law says that the mother-in-law is reasonable, and the chatter is non-stop, and no one wants to take this responsibility.

Just when a group of people were arguing, Tan Baolu heard Cen Jianan's cold and clear voice, "One person in charge, one person in charge, and another person in charge." One person does one thing, two people receive money, three people compete for merit, and you do a pretty good job. ”

As soon as these words came out, the quarrel turned silent.

Cen Jianan speaks and does things with a thunderous and iron fist, not angry and self-assured, he doesn't even need to scold, just nod and shake his head casually, he can let his subordinates go home and ponder for a night, today's words are already quite heavy.

Through the door panel, Tan Baolu could hear the sweaty voices of the dog officials outside the door.

It seems that Cen Canaan is in a rather bad mood tonight......

She was even more angry, holding her breath as she continued to listen to the approaching footsteps behind the screen.

The footsteps stopped abruptly in front of the screen, and the conversation came to an abrupt end.

Tan Baolu subconsciously raised his head, and saw Cen Jianan standing on the side of the screen, blocking the group of entourages and officials behind him who were probing their brains and curious.

He was still wearing the purple dress he had worn to the banquet today, and a black cloak was draped over his shoulders. The solemn darkness enveloped him, making him look arrogant and noble, unattainable.

He just stood there with the light backlit, with the crescent moon above his head, and the silver light sprinkled on his body.

"Get out." She heard Cen Canaan say indifferently.

This command made Tan Baolu breathe a sigh of relief instantly.

It seems that it was not Cen Canaan's intention to arrest her, and she can go home again.

Tan Baolu didn't have time to move the nest here, but the group of officials who were behind Cen Jianan ran away before her, "Yes!" It's ......"

In the blink of an eye, the group was gone.

After this group of subordinates who were tortured by Cen Jianan every day to the point of being inhuman, they stepped back and got together and whispered: "Eh, do you see the people in that room? ”

"Where can it be, it's so tightly blocked, I don't even see the corner of my clothes......"

"I didn't see it either!"

"Who's going to dare to ...... with such great ability" The man paused and lowered his voice, "I dare to send someone to 'that' house." ”

The others also nervously looked around to make sure that there was no one, and then continued: "Today, the Holy Lord gave 'that' the stuffer, but they were all shamed. ”

"Tsk, what kind of sacredness is it!"

"Okay, okay, go back, be cautious and be cautious......"

The moonlight was hazy, and only Tan Baolu and Cen Jianan were left in the dim bedroom.

Cen Canaan was still standing in place, not denying at all that he meant to let the others get out.

At this time, Baolu didn't even have an excuse to run, so she could only continue to sit stiffly on the side of the bed.

Cen Canaan stood silently by the screen for a moment, then suddenly walked towards her.

As he got closer, his figure grew taller and taller, and when he reached the bed, the outline of his tall and strong body had been outlined by the moonlight like a tall mountain.

The powerful aura and the strong aura of the opposite sex pressed Tan Baolu to lean back, shrink back, hide back, and finally was forced to straighten her neck, and her neck and body were pulled in a straight line.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she was so nervous that she couldn't feel the hairpin in her hand.

But when Cen Canaan approached, he didn't do anything, he just looked at her for a moment, and then suddenly leaned down.

There was only a layer of paper between the two of them, and Cen Jianan bowed her waist like this again, and her heroic face was almost directly in front of her eyes.

Her eyelashes twitched slightly, and she glanced at Cen Canaan's face before quickly looking away.

She saw that the purple pupils reflected in the moonlight looked like a bottomless pool of water, with a small deep whirlpool in the middle, almost wringing her into it.

She also smelled the mellow sandalwood fragrance from him, mixed with the slightest coolness of the evening breeze, like a silk handkerchief gently brushing on her cheeks.

She didn't dare to breathe, her eyes drooped slightly, and she gasped for air.

He looked at her for a moment, as if he couldn't see clearly, and then stretched out a hand, rubbing his rough fingertips against her cheek, and holding her face up.

Tan Baolu was forced to raise her head higher, so that her whole face was immersed in the moonlight coming through the window.

The plump white cheeks are soaked in moonlight, and you can clearly see that there is a healthy layer of light fluff on the surface of the smooth skin. The thick black eyelashes are long and curly, the moonlight beats in them, like rippling clear water waves, and under the tip of the delicate and small nose are bright two prismatic lips, slightly half-opened, revealing small silver teeth like glutinous rice grains.

Cen Canaan watched it with such fascination, neither happy nor angry.

Tan Baolu has never understood Cen Jianan, and he doesn't understand what he is thinking.

But she always felt as if she had seen such a look somewhere.

Her little brother and little sister will also have their eyes light up like this when they treat toys that have been lost and recovered. When you get your hand, you don't let go of it, you put it in your pocket wherever you go, and from time to time you take it out and touch it with relief, for fear of losing it again.

She thought it was a little funny what had come to her.

What was she thinking, this one, but Cen Canaan.

It wasn't her five or six-year-old siblings.