Softly, with a slight apprehension.
The young man's face betrayed fear and vulnerability, his brow furrowed gently. His pitiful gaze made him appear extremely vulnerable, and it felt like a sin to harm him.
Lin Bozhou asked, "Have you made a mistake?"
"No," came the disciplined response.
"If you haven't made a mistake, why are you afraid that I'll hurt you?"
Meng Huan couldn't find the words to reply. He always made mistakes; how cautious did he have to be to never make a single one?
Making a mistake in front of someone without power meant, at worst, no fear for one's life. But making a mistake in front of Lin Bozhou could lead to death.
Meng Huan wanted to cry, "Woo..."
He hung his head and followed Lin Bozhou to the bathing room. As soon as the regent entered, a servant respectfully undressed him.
Lin Bozhou possessed a tall and handsome appearance, with a slender body and a posture reminiscent of a graceful mountain. There was no hint of savage, bulging muscles. Instead, he exuded an air of perfect Confucian refinement. However, when he removed his clothes, his sturdy physique, honed through archery and horsemanship since childhood, his broad shoulders and defined muscles, exuded both power and beauty, leaving no doubt that he must possess great stamina in bed.
Meng Huan glanced at him, feeling his ears uncontrollably heat up.
The book's original description started playing out again, and Meng Huan's heart twisted strangely.
How could he blush for a traitor?
In modern times, Meng Huan would undoubtedly ask, "Do you need anything?" if he had to help Lin Bozhou bathe. He disliked how people in high positions had to rely on others for personal care, as if they were helpless.
Meng Huan picked up a wooden ladle to pour water from Lin Bozhou's shoulders, rinsing away the sweat. This was one of the reasons he disliked ancient times. In modern times, he would definitely ask, "Do you need help with anything?" when faced with such a situation.
Lin Bozhou had just finished his ride, and his body was covered in sweat stains. As hot water cascaded down his shoulders, Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and said, "There's blood on my neck."
"Huh?" Meng Huan was momentarily taken aback. He had intended to pour water, but the position wasn't convenient. After pondering for a while, he wet his hands, cupped them, and gently rubbed the bloodstain near Lin Bozhou's ear and neck.
The dried blood was flaked, and the young man's fingers were pale and slender. The tips were slightly cool as they touched the skin beneath Lin Bozhou's white ear.
The touch was smooth, akin to stroking warm jade.
As Meng Huan looked up, he noticed an ambiguous gleam in Lin Bozhou's eyes.
Meng Huan froze, suddenly realizing that this action resembled stroking someone's face.
"...," Meng Huan hastened the rubbing motion, trying to make it less like stroking.
-- Yet, it still carried a faint sensation of pain, almost as if he were soothing wounds.
The corner of Lin Bozhou's lips curled into a smirk. "Does touching this king make you blush?"
"Heat." Knowing he was on the verge of rebellion, Meng Huan didn't hesitate. "The water in the pool is too hot."
"Hot?" Lin Bozhou's hand swiftly rose.
His hand, much larger than Meng Huan's, covered it from the back, enclosing it, and
applying gentle pressure downwards, dipping it into the water.
His voice, deep and tingling against the eardrum, whispered, "Do you feel it again?"
The hand not only dipped into the water but also seemed to approach Meng Huan's legs particularly closely.
Meng Huan: "..."
Help! The "fit" system, please let me go!
A powerful minister still dressed in the court uniform suddenly teasing him by removing his clothes—truly an exhilarating experience!
Meng Huan: TvT
Meng Huan fiercely pulled his hand out, splashing water, a few points stained Lin Bozhou's lips.
He blushed to death, stumbled and could not speak, Lin Bozhou smiled: "Last night when you slept in my king's arms, it seems that you were not so out of sight?"
"..."
It's not even a matter of being uncomfortable!
You can be anywhere, in public, outside the screen is full of maids!
The more the ears turn red, like a ripe peach, the more the pink juices almost penetrate through the thin skin.
The emotions in Lin Bozhou's eyes deepened, it seems to have to say something, the door sounded a movement.
"Your Majesty, the invitation."
The long history Chen An, footsteps hurried.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are getting into.
He is now closed to visitors, no one will be seen, and the invitation will be automatically blocked at the gatehouse. But Chen An actually brought one over.
Chen An's voice was through the screen: "As expected by Your Majesty, it is an invitation from the Minister of Rites."
The Ministry of Rites, the most famous gathering place of the Qingliu party in the court.
The opposite of the clear stream is the turbid stream, turbid stream, is the group of traitorous ministers led by Lin Bozhou. He and the chief minister of the cabinet are very powerful and have a distinguished status, calling the shots at the court, and seeing other officials' decisions as a matter of mood.
However, the Ministry of Rites is in charge of the imperial examinations, and through the friendship between teachers and students, most of the young generation of reserve officials depend on them, so the potential cannot be underestimated.
"The Minister of Rites is very close to the Qingliu Party, which loathes the king, and his friendship with the king has always been weak. But now he has placed an invitation to see you, saying that he is concerned about the king's eye disease, I wonder what it means."
The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the market. Knowing that the king is reluctant to return to the cabinet, the intention is to force out a bigger fish, also know that his Majesty's decree is biased towards the king, this provocation plan fell through ... he deliberately came to pay a visit--"
After a pause, "unsurprisingly, is to beg for forgiveness."
Chen An: "So this impeachment, the mastermind behind it is really the Qingliu Party?"
"Not necessarily."
After saying these words, Lin Bozhou stood up from the water with a "wow", his body was in full view, looking at Meng Huan directly hanging down his head.
His voice contained a very light smile, looking at Meng Huan's reddened earlobe, he said to Chen An: "Tell him to wait in the tea room, the king will come soon."
The figure outside the screen departed.
Meng Huan silently dressed him and put on his pants, feeling like she was serving a handicapped person. After enduring for a long time, she said, "Your Majesty, can I ask a question?"
Lin Bozhou straightened his clothes: "Hmm?"
"Before you married me, who dressed you?"
Lin Pozhou: "?"
Meng Huan said in his heart: Why do I feel like you don't have long hands?
But he didn't dare to say it, so he looked down and tied the knot on his side, his expression was a little defiant.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on the right equipment. The king of the country has a lot of trouble to serve?"
Meng Huan sulked and said, "You are really too lordly.
If he were an ancient man, there would be no problem at all. But he is a modern soul, it is more or less dissatisfied.
The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers. Open the government treasury, take whatever you want."
Meng Huan: "!!!!!!!"
He looked up and looked at him unexpectedly.
Lin Bozhou's tone was calm, but revealed that this king has plenty of money: "Still not happy now?"
Meng Huan was honest: "Happy."
"Go pick something you like." Lin Bozhou put on the crane cloak of Yanju clothing and said, "I'm going to be busy for my husband."
"..."
Meng Huan froze, widened her eyes and looked at him unexpectedly, thinking that the phrase "for husband" had been heard wrong.
However, once Lin Bozhou's clothes were on, his aura suddenly turned into a power and conspiracy wind, and he left the bathing room under the crowd.
Meng Huan stayed for a while, feeling the lingering heat in the room. The sensation of his chin being pinched by him had not yet faded, leaving a tingling sensation.
...It's still a bit hot.
He always liked to pinch his own chin, as if he was treating a child. Earlier, he pinched it, and now he was even squeezing the small piece of flesh on his chin, treating him even more like a child.
In terms of age, he was indeed younger than him... by eight years, to be exact.
Meng Huan bit his lower lip and applied the cold towel he twisted from the cold water on his face, feeling a heaviness in his chest, thinking that the burning heat would subside.
...But even after waiting for a long time, his ears were still red.
Meng Huan curled the corners of his lips, cleared his mind, gave up trying to cool his face, and turned around to step out of the room.
He was going to find Steward Xu.
Money! Yes!
Before him was a jade hairpin in excellent condition, clear and lustrous, feeling like touching ice.
"Madam, this is high-quality Lantian jade."
Meng Huan: "Wow."
"Madam, this is Dushan jade, vibrant in color and delicate in texture."
Next.
"This is Xiuyan jade, firm and smooth, with a translucent luster."
Meng Huan held the heavy, precious gold and silver jewelry in his arms, his slender arms almost unable to hold them all. He put some of them back, thinking that it would be enough. He wouldn't be able to carry them later.
"Madam, please don't be polite. Take whatever you like." Steward Xu offered some suggestions, "The original jewelry of Madam is not glamorous enough. Choose more pieces to add color, and the Prince will find them pleasing to the eye."
He picked up a silver butterfly hairpin and asked, "What do you think of this, Madam?"
Steward Xu didn't hear a response.
He turned his head and saw Meng Huan standing in front of an antique shelf, staring at a jade pen with a green color, his expression somewhat dazed.
"Madam..."
Meng Huan picked up the pen, "Can I have this?"
Steward Xu smiled, "Of course, Madam. Take whatever you want."
Meng Huan tilted his head, looking around, "Is there any paper?"
"Of course, what is it for, Madam?"
Meng Huan placed some of the other jewelry down to make room for the pen and said, "I'm bored in the mansion and want to have some fun."
For some reason, an image of Lin Bozhou sitting by the edge of a pond flashed in his mind—clear and beautiful, yet deep and unfathomable.
The purpose of him reading the original book was to draw fanart. For some reason, he suddenly tapped into the inspiration in his heart.
Steward Xu complied, "Please, Madam."
Back in the mansion, after placing the valuable items down, Meng Huan instructed the servants to arrange a few tables and cover them with rice paper.
Meng Huan had learned traditional Chinese painting before and was skilled with a brush. He held the jade pen with his slender white fingers, applying light strokes to create large blocks of color... then outlining the lines.
Perhaps due to having drawn explicit illustrations too frequently in the past, the pen naturally produced the structure of two human figures, and their facial features gradually became clear.
In ancient times, landscape painting was more popular, and figure painting was not in high demand. After considering for a moment, Meng Huan
realized that he couldn't remember any plotlines, and even the golden finger of drawing couldn't be of much use now.
If he managed to escape from the prince's residence, he would probably be left to fend for himself.
While Meng Huan was seriously contemplating his survival skills once he escaped from the prince's residence, a voice sounded in his ear:
"Oh, is this spring palace painting you've drawn, Madam? Are the figures the Prince and Madam?"