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Episode 145
The man in charge gave the silver to Cen Simiao, and the maids who passed by were all overcast and uneasy, and the corners of the clothes were about to be rubbed.
The leader did treat Cen Simiao a bit differently, and he didn't even receive any heavy punishment for stealing Gongzi Liu's chicken soup. They originally wanted to discuss that Cen Simiao owed them the money, and the leader was completely bored with her.
This is supposed to be to tell the steward, but Cen Simiao always pleases people, they are afraid that the steward will be bought off again. That's why had the courage to say this before the leader.
But unexpectedly, the leader spoiled Cen Simiao so much.
The maid tightened her lips, tightened her chin, glanced at the banknote in Cen Simiao's hand, and turned her head away. Cen Simiao raised her eyebrows, a stack of silver bills fell on her hand, and her eyes were bent: "I have a bad memory. How much money do I owe you?"
No one said anything.
Cen Simiao was puzzled: "Why don't you say anything, what's the embarrassment of asking for an account? It's just right to pay off debts."
The maid glanced at her, her face turned a little ugly.
Cen Simiao looked down, laughed, walked to her, looked at it from head to toe, and finally turned around and put the banknotes on the table: "Look at it, I owe you how much I owe you and take it by yourself. "
"Don't save it for me, I have more money."
The maid gritted her teeth: "Don't go too far!"
Cen Simiao brows and looks at them, the maid is very excited, and the anger that has just been restrained is all revealed. She did not rush, and twitched the corners of her mouth: "Excessive? It would be too much for you to take the cash. It's really a good person."
The maid stared at her fiercely.
The smile on Cen Simiao's face gradually disappeared, her brows frowned, her chin lifted, her eyes sharp: "You just come here with your mouth open, and don't feel the amount of money in your pocket, so dare to say I asked you to borrow money."
"I know that when you see me, you feel uncomfortable, but you have to bear it all and not show it."
The maid was angry and resented: "Why? Didn't you just serve the leader for a few days, so the leader is closer to you than to us, why did your tail rise to the sky?"
Cen Simiao picked up the silver ticket and shook it, "Because I have money."
The maid's chest was fluctuating, and her face flushed with anger. Cen Simiao smiled with her eyes bent, "Don't worry, if you become me, you might be even worse than me."
The maid categorically said: "Do you think anyone is like you? I will never."
Cen Simiao nodded: "So the leader doesn't look down on you."
To tell the truth, this person can't eat even if she loses the slightest loss. If someone provokes her, she must return it. It's really enjoyable. Cen Simiao didn't let them take a silver ticket, so she put it all in her pocket.
Bought a lot of things.
I bought a better set of rouge gouache, and added a few sets of jewellery, so look good every day. Don't forget to pull a few pieces of fabric and let the tailor do it.
After spending this time, there is still a lot of money left.
Bai Muzhi's attitude was milder than before, not so cold. Sometimes when Cen Simiao spoke, he would listen to it.
Especially when he was eating, Cen Simiao advised him to drink more soup, so he really took the spoon to serve the soup several times in a row. Cen Simiao looked at the chicken soup that was about to bottom out, and her heart was very tangled.
She just drank a small bowl.
But Bai Muzhi asked her: "Why don't you drink soup?"
Cen Simiao has nothing to say.
And at night, she had to surreptitiously let go of Bai Muzhi's hand, then braved the cold wind and endured her sleepiness to light a charcoal fire outside the house.
Sometimes Bai Muzhi would come out quietly, sometimes stay in the house.
She wanted to sleep well, but didn't want to do it.
But Bai Muzhi didn't even want her to rest at all.
When Cen Simiao went out in the middle of the night, she accidentally bumped into a chair. The noise made was especially obvious in the quiet room. She quickly looked at Bai Muzhi who was lying on the bed in fear.
Nothing happens.
She gritted her teeth and walked out.
When the charcoal fire started to burn, she lowered her head, her whole body was very weak, very pitiful.
Bai Muzhi watched not far away, his eyes gradually becoming gentle.
In the early morning of the next morning, Cen Simiao poured a lot of cold water directly, and dressed it thinly, wandering outside for a while, and then ran outside again in the middle of the night.
Sure enough, she suffered from wind chill.
Cen Simiao didn't tell Bai Muzhi, he went back to his residence and asked the maid to spread the word, saying that he was afraid of infecting the teacher, after all, he was just right.
She stayed until the evening, and Bai Muzhi did not move.
Cen Simiao was about to lift the quilt and lay on the bed to sleep, when he heard someone knock on the door and raised her brows: "Sleep?"
The maid said that Bai Muzhi couldn't find something there, and asked her to go and find it.
Cen Simiao was very obedient.
Not long after he got there, he turned over the book he wanted on the shelf, and he saluted and left. Bai Muzhi glanced at her, just as dinner came and asked her to eat together.
Cen Simiao opened her mouth to speak, but paused without speaking.
She drank most of the chicken soup this time.
At night, Bai Muzhi didn't mean to let her go back, and Cen Simiao didn't say a word either, just staying aside, and when it was time to rest, she went to help Bai Muzhi unbutton her clothes.
Suddenly he was holding his shoulders, and the lapels of his clothes were about to be torn apart. The whiteness of the neck was already exposed. Cen Simiao quickly covered it and avoided. Bai Muzhi frowned. She said softly, "I've caught the cold. Infected to you."
Bai Muzhi pursed his lips.
When sleeping, it is still the same. Cen Simiao broke away from his hand, this time he held it very tightly, with great effort.
She was stunned, but she could break free.
I feel wronged.
In the early morning of the next day, Cen Simiao's wind chill became more severe, and she kept saying that she would go back, fearing that she would be infected by Bai Muzhi if she stayed here.
At first, Bai Muzhi ignored it, but later she talked a lot and became a little impatient. Her expression revealed displeasure, and she gave her a cold look.
Cen Simiao did not dare to speak any more.
When she went to bed at night, she planned to do as usual, but Bai Muzhi dragged her a bit and lay on him instantly. Cen Simiao was stunned, looking at his slightly cold eyes.
Bai Muzhi said, "Take off your shoes."
She complied.
A pair of bright, white and tender feet were exposed.
Bai Muzhi gave her eyes and pulled her into the bed. Cen Simiao subconsciously struggled to get up, but heard him say, "Sleep."
Cen Simiao bends the corners of her lips without a trace.
In the middle of the night, she felt a little heavy with her arms on her waist. She suddenly thought that it seemed that she hadn't seen Liu Wushao for some days.
Thought flashed, and fell asleep again.
It's getting colder, and nourishing soup is simmered on the stove in the kitchen, and the young man who has laid hands concentrates on the fire, for fear that the soup will be boiled dry.
The cook glanced over and yawned. The kitchen is warm, and he is prone to laziness, and his eyes are sleepy: "Don't confuse the two casseroles. Be careful."
The little servant was very clever, and he responded, "Don't worry, I share the chicken soup between Lord Liu and the leader."
After a while, the maid came, first said hello, and then looked at the two casseroles: "Which one belongs to Young Master Liu?"
little servant took one of them off the stove and handed it over with a smile: "Take it, that's it."
The maid nodded in response, and was about to go out, but she heard the cook mutter to herself: "It's really the same as other people. They are all serving people. Now people can drink chicken soup every day. We can only make chicken soup and give chicken soup."
Her face sank.
The maid accusing Cen Simiao of stealing chicken soup was later known to Liu Wushao, and the news that Cen Simiao had been punished, he was even more angry, but he couldn't blame the maid.
After all, the maid was for his sake, and she didn't know that the chicken soup was made for Cen Simiao. But without telling him, she told Bai Muzhi directly.
This makes no sense.
Liu Wushao scolded her with a cold face.
Although the maid said she felt unhappy, she felt more comfortable when she thought that Cen Simiao was more uncomfortable than her. But didn't expect it, but within a few days, Cen Simiao was all right, and instead was even more arrogant than before.
She brought the chicken soup to Liu Wushao angrily.
He whispered outside the door: "Young Master Liu, the chicken soup has already been boiled, can you send it in now?"
No one answered, she yelled again.
Suddenly the door opened, and the maidโs words stopped. Cen Simiao stood in front of her, bending her eyes, looking at the casserole in her hand: "I am here to make a plea to Gongzi Liu. I am here, so I donโt need you to wait. Now, leave it to me."
He said he was going to serve the chicken soup in the hands of the maid.
The maid reacted with a cold face, "No, I will take care of it."
Cen Simiao's brows jumped, and when he was about to speak, he heard Liu Wushao's voice and called out the maid's name: "You hand over the soup to her and go back."
The maid pressed her lips tightly.
Cen Simiao whispered, "Trouble you to close the door."
Then he turned around and sank his face. After hearing the sound of the door closing, he put the casserole on the table, and immediately his eyes were red, and he was holding back tears.
Liu Wushao was a little at a loss, not knowing how to coax.
As soon as Cen Simiao came in, the two of them quarreled a few words, and she kept saying that he let the maid beside him harm her. Liu Wushao heard the rumors among the subordinates. It is said that Bai Muzhi treated her very well.
Both of them rested in a room at night.
Cen Simiao looked stubborn and sniffed: "My son just listens to those people chewing their tongues, can you think of my heart?"
Liu Wushao didn't say a word.
She continued: "These days I am in Bai Muzhi's house. I stand at the root of the wall every night and can't even sleep. He still likes to open the windows. I was trembling in the cold wind. I have already suffered from wind chill for a while."
"The chicken soup he added was just because he wanted to warn me that it is something the master can only eat. He is drinking it during the weekdays. How can I drink it?"
"I was in such a situation, but I was taken advantage of by those who broke my heart."
Her voice choked and her expression was full of grievances. Tears couldn't help falling. Liu Wushao clenched her fists, her heart trembled, and suddenly felt that she was too unconscionable.
Cen Simiao became emotional: "I might as well hit him to death."
As she said, she ran into the pillar.
Liu Wushao quickly stretched out his hand to stop her, hugged her tightly in his arms, panting, his hands and feet were cold, his heart beating very fast, his face turned pale, he looked at Cen Simiao who was sobbing, and said softly, "It's my fault. , Shouldn't doubt you."
Cen Simiao choked.
He stared at Cen Simiao, his eyebrows became gentle, and there was still a trace of panic in his eyes. He took out the hairpin adorned with two pearls from his arms, stranded her hair, and put it on the bun.
He took out another pair of earrings, gently took off the pair she had brought, and then carefully put on the new ones again.
Liu Wushao tightened his jaw and looked serious: "I said, I want to do it for you."
Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled.
By the time she returned to Bai Muzhi, it was already evening, and dinner was almost ready. Cen Simiao walked over to salute, and Bai Muzhi glanced at her: "I asked you to apologize, why is it so long?"
Cen Simiao looked up: "I wanted to be lazy, so I didn't rush back to serve you."
He withdrew his gaze, his voice was cold: "Sit down and drink the soup."
She just came back after drinking chicken soup from Liu Wushao.
Cen Simiao bite the bullet and drank a bowl.
Suddenly Bai Muzhi said, "The newly bought earrings are not bad, but I haven't squandered all the money."
She took the soup bowl with her hand and responded.
At night, Cen Simiao washed clean, took off her shoes and socks, stepped on the quilt with a pair of white feet, stretched out her hands to unbutton her, and glanced at Bai Muzhi who was already lying down.
But it happened to hit his sight.
She raised her brows and didn't try to solve it anymore. She tore her clothes apart, and then lowered her head. The snow-white shoulders fell in Bai Muzhi's eyes, and his eyelashes trembled.
Cen Simiao's final voice rose: "My wind chill is almost healed."
He raised his eyes.
Cen Simiao got closer to him again, almost lying on him, but without any movement, her hair was scattered, she softly said, "It should not be contagious..."
Before she finished her words, she immediately hugged her waist, and the two were close to each other.
Bai Muzhi's fingertips rubbed her cheeks, and slowly descended, Cen Simiao's breathing became unstable, biting her lower lip, whispering softly in his mouth, his eyes were dark.
Cen Simiao touched his apple.
Bai Muzhi's breathing became even hotter, she kissed it directly, and gave a light bite. Bai Muzhi's arms around her waist tightened instantly, and did not push her away.
Cen Simiao bent her eyes.
Feeling his hand rubbing against her earlobe, it seems that the eardrop has not been taken off, and it is a little uncomfortable. Bai Muzhi frowned and took off the earrings, but because it was the first time he did such a thing, he got the earrings to the ground.
Cen Simiao's eyes became clear immediately, leaving his embrace, panicking, unable to even tidy up his clothes, hurriedly went to the ground to look for earrings.
Bai Muzhi was startled.
Cen Simiao's face was particularly ugly, with anger mixed in between his brows. He pursed his lips: "Why are you so anxious?"
She looked up instantly: "Who made you move, what should I do if I lose it!"
Bai Muzhi's eyes darkened, lying on the bed, his clothes open, his face cold.