Pei Zhen was still dripping with water on his face when he came out of the bath. Outside the house, in the biting autumn, he only wore a long shirt in the house, his feet were on the soft cushion, and his eyelashes were very long, dripping with water. Ming Zheng swallowed his saliva inexplicably, don't look over.

Pei Zhenliu looked at Ming Zheng's eyes as if he had realized something, and then turned his head and looked at Ah Shang silently.

Ah Shang was excited by the young master's eyes, his hands moved, and he looked at Ming Zheng silently along Pei Zhenliu's gaze, looking at her with both hands on the side, with a pinch of wet hair on the top, dripping a little water, and the individual shrunk there, looking a little pitiful, and said in his heart, could it be because they didn't entertain the little young master well, which made the young master unhappy. Ah Shang exclaimed and was confused for a while, it doesn't matter if the little young master has anything to do with Ming Zheng, the most important thing is that the young master in front of him values her.

Glancing at what expression Pei Zhenliu had, the more he thought about it, the more certain he became. So Ah Shang turned around and brought the two bowls of ginger soup in the kitchen with his hands and feet.

Ah Sang smiled gently, and gently and thoughtfully dried Ming Zheng's hair slowly.

Ming Zheng saw that Pei Zhenliu seemed to be thinking of her for the first time, and her heart was sour.

Pei Zhenliu didn't say anything, stared at Mingzheng for a moment, and took Mingzheng to take a bath.

There was no maid in the Sanssouci Palace, Pei Zhenliu ordered someone to bring clothes, glanced at the small wooden barrel with an expressionless face, and threw her straight in.

Before Ming Zheng had time to surprise how there were two buckets of water in the house, he had no technical content and paddled in the water.

Ming Zheng: "........."

Ming Zheng wiped a handful of water from his face, could he be the first person in history to be drowned in bath water?

Pei Zhenliu glanced at it, raised his eyebrows, and turned around.

"Daddy!" Ming Zheng shouted dryly.

Pei Zhenliu glanced displeased, "What's the matter, don't you have hands and feet." ”

Ming Zheng weakly poked out her head, and was so frightened by the word "again" that she buried her head in a plop, she felt that she was a trouble, so she didn't dare to mention it.

Pei Zhenliu left quickly, and after a while, he heard the sound of the door opening and closing outside, and there was no movement in the middle of the sound.

Ming Zheng looked down at his bath water, there was a half bucket of petals floating romantically, not roses, but colorful, I don't know where the flowers came from, Ming Zheng sighed, ready to get up, moved his little feet slightly, looked down at the bloated, water-soaked clothes.

Pei Zhenliu is afraid that this is not the first time to raise a child! she must find some parenting policy to give him when she has the opportunity!

Ming Zheng complained secretly, and threw his bloated thick clothes full of water out on the spot, and then he heard a very light footsteps, and Ming Zheng's ears stood up, and he didn't dare to move at all. Although this body is a child, but his mind is full of eighteen, Ann really broke into a person, she is shy......

"Little young master?"

It was a strange and gentle girl's voice.

Ming Zheng: "?"

"Little young master, I am here to bring you clothes on the orders of the young master. The girl spoke tentatively again, and her footsteps drew closer and closer.

Ming Zheng exhaled, climbed back into the barrel, and cleared his throat. "Come in. ”

The person who came was a girl who looked like a cardamom girl of about twelve or thirteen years old, with a simple moon white shirt skirt, which had a clear and moving beauty when the corners of her mouth were hooked, and her voice was gentle as if she was from the most gentle love hometown.

She looked at Ming Zheng and smiled, "Little young master, the slave is warm water." After a pause, she looked at Ming Zheng with clear eyes, "Do you need a slave to bathe and change clothes for the little young master?"

The palms of the kither folded in front of her slowly tightened, and she lowered her eyes slightly, as if she had something to say. But after all, he didn't say it.

Wen Shui saw that Ming Zheng did not speak, and retreated decently.

Ming Zheng looked at the moon-white clothes that were best placed in his hand, and was slightly surprised, most of the people in this demon palace were wearing red and black clothes, and the people she had seen in the past half a month had rarely seen other colors except for the young master. She frowned, not much love, got up, there were a lot of water stains around the barrel, Ming Zheng did not stand firm, obviously slipped and fell to the ground, "pop", in this silent air, there is a different kind of alarm.

So I heard the movement of Ming Zheng, and after leaving, the people outside the house came in one after another, asking through a screen.

Ming Zheng: "........."

Her face was not very good, and she looked at Ahsan several times. Ahsan turned his head and smiled slightly. "The young master went to the side room to read. ”

Ming Zheng finally let go of the heart he was carrying,

Then he continued to drink half a bowl of ginger soup that he had just drunk, and when he looked up, he pretended to look sad, and pretended to sigh deeply.

Ah Sang saw that Ming Zheng lowered his head slightly, a little lost, and his face was a little unbearable, the little young master was still a child after all, and the young master was now her only relative, and he was eager to get closer to her, but the young master accompanied her so little, he secretly made up his mind that he should persuade the young master more next time.

Ming Zheng came back slowly to pack up his things, thinking about today's events, his mind was uneasy, he wandered two steps, and drank the bitter tea that he hated most on weekdays in his hand.

The people around Ming Zheng were mixed, and they were not familiar with them, but they were familiar with each other, and at that time, they were standing near the palace gate and talking in a low voice. Ming Zheng could not hear very clearly, so she carefully stood on tiptoe and approached the windowsill to eavesdrop, but soon after hearing footsteps, she obediently sat back down on the cloud bed, and put her hands on her knees.

Someone came in and waited for her to sleep, Ming Zheng obediently, drank the medicinal soup routinely, took off his boots, climbed on the cloud bed with his hands and feet, put down the hook, and the layers of gauze curtains floated up, and Ming Zheng closed his eyes under the gaze of the waiter.

It is also strange to say, after Ming Zheng came here, although he was thoughtful because of the unfamiliar environment, but in most cases he was lazy to eat, and he slept on the bed.

Early the next morning, before dawn, Ming Zheng was waited by the attendants to get up. In this daze, I suddenly heard a lot of movement outside.

With a bang, the door was opened open by a strong hurricane.

One step away, I don't know when a bright girl appeared.

The red wide-sleeved fairy skirt, the waist is ringed, between walking, the ring is ringing, it is the apricot eyes and willow eyebrows, there are fiery red flowers on the forehead, the scorching flames, lifelike as if to jump out, there is a black hair rope on the head, when there is no wind automatically, there is a little chic and sassy, a pair of white jade earrings in the shape of a crescent moon are hung on the ears, and there is a delicate silver lock on the chest.

When everyone heard the movement, they stood in front of the palace gate and looked around, and when they saw the same girl, they were all treated as quails, and they generally lowered their heads, and did not dare to swallow half a word.

The woman has a natural reserved arrogance, the eyebrows and eyes are cold and cold, and when the chin is raised, it makes people have the illusion that the sky and the earth are ants.

Ming Zheng didn't know what was going on, and smiled at her gently, the water-soaked veil hadn't been removed from her face.