"You two go down."
The Ninth Prince casually asked his concubine to leave, as if he had eyes behind his back.
This, Qiao Qiaoer looked at Xing'er and Atong pouting in confusion, and hurriedly backed away after saying a few words.
She didn't know whether the two of them were in good company or not.
If these two people were here, although it would be a bit awkward, the Ninth Prince wouldn't be too outrageous after all.
But if they left, only he and the Ninth Prince would be left, and the Ninth Prince would still be in the same situation.
With a click, the door of the clean room closed behind him.
A few words of quarreling between Xing'er and A Tong could be heard faintly outside the door, and then everything became quiet again.
"Come here."
The Ninth Prince's lazily voice came from the front.
His back was still to Qiao Qiao'er, but an arm resting on the edge of the tub shook forward, signaling Qiao Qiao'er to step forward.
Qiao Qiaoer took a long breath and finally walked over.
As of now, that's it.
Since you don’t want it, it doesn’t matter who you give it to.
Qiao Qiaoer felt bitter in her heart, with a faint smile on her lips, and turned to look at the Ninth Prince: "What are your orders, Your Highness?"
"You're wearing a cloak, aren't you hot?"
The Ninth Prince soaked in the hot water.
The fatigue after a fierce polo match gradually came out.
He lazily flicked his fingertips and said, "Take off the cloak."
Qiao Qiaoer did feel hot.
I don't know if this clean room was baked with a carbon basin or if there was a ground dragon underneath.
It was much hotter than an ordinary room.
There was a wooden rack for hanging clothes a little further away.
Qiao Qiaoer walked over and hung up the cloak.
"Well, you really like wearing red clothes."
The Ninth Prince sighed, but still smiled in that lazy tone: "But you really look good in red.
Who told you that your skin is as white as milk?
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The Ninth Prince moved his fingers slowly and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Continue" continue.
Qiao Qiaoer took two deep breaths, with an imperceptible determination in her eyes.
Just keep going.
One piece of clothes after another, neatly hung on the rack, from outside to inside, from big to small.
Qiao Qiaoer was not in a hurry.
The movement should be slow.
If it is too fast, the charm will be lost.
It is best to do it slowly, with a leisurely and indifferent tone.
The Ninth Prince looked at the snow-white back.
There was only a thin big red bellyband strap in the middle, tied into a butterfly buckle, and two more straps hanging down to the waist.
Further down, there are trousers made of thin moon-white silk, hanging down and smooth, as if there are lines of water ripples in the water vapor, rippling one after another, making people think.
Well, this Qiao Qiaoer is quite interesting.
The Ninth Prince unconsciously sat up a little in the tub.
With a status like the Ninth Prince, one can basically reach the point where the oiran can choose any lady at will.
But the problem is that no matter how coquettish the oiran is or how dignified the lady is, it may not be interesting and predictable.
Therefore, the most popular ones are dignified oirans and coquettish ladies, the latter being rare.
The mothers in the yard have long understood that the girls are not called courtesans, but school girls.
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Playing the piano and singing is second-rate.
A truly first-class person must be able to open his mouth to talk about poetry, raise his hand to write lyrics, and even lie down on the bed and say a few lines of "红豆生", I hope you will pick more of them from the southern country.
However, it is not easy to see whether ladies are coquettish or not.
At least they are very dignified in appearance.
The Ninth Prince's first concubine has been decided.
She is Jiang Yizhen, the granddaughter of the first assistant, one of the most beautiful ladies in the capital.
It's beautiful, but no matter how you look at it, you can't see the word "coquettish", which inevitably makes the Ninth Prince feel a little lacking.
Now, right in front of him, someone took the initiative to show his kindness, with snowy skin like jade and black hair like a waterfall.
It was obviously delivered to his door, but he still had to miss two feet to touch it.
There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.
It seems to be saying that you can do it.
Whether it works or not, you won’t know until you try it.
Of course you have to take a bite of the fat on your lips.
After watching for more than half an hour, various sounds came from the clean room.
From time to time, Xing'er and A Tong came to the door and came across one place.
Flat mouth.
"There isn't even an Arhat bed in there, it's hard everywhere."
Xing'er whispered disapprovingly, "It's a shame that our master has been struggling for so long."
A Tong covered her mouth and smiled after hearing this: "Master is above, what does it matter?
Last time, you were the one who served me to take a bath.
Later, I saw that your elbows and the back of your neck were all blue.
I really couldn't figure out how to do it."
Be like that.”
Xing'er glanced at Atong and sneered: "What's so hard to imagine?
You'll know if you try it yourself.
But last month, you and Hongyu spent most of the night hanging out with me.
Take care of me Look, you should be more careful, that Hongyu is the maid next to the future princess, and it’s not easy to be by my side now. " Of course A-Tong would not think that Xing'er was so kind to give her advice, and instead of continuing, she just pointed at the door of the clean room and whispered: "I'm afraid the water inside isn't hot enough, why don't you wait until I go in and ask?
"How about adding some hot water, or maybe it's time to get dressed and go out."
While the two were talking, a thin stream of water was seen meandering out from the crack in the door.
Myolie quickly stepped away to avoid getting her shoes wet by the water.
How big of a move would it take to achieve this?
Xing'er and Atong didn't look at each other, but stared at the clean room door hatefully.
"Shameless" A Tong just cursed in a low voice when the door suddenly opened in response, startling her and taking several steps back without realizing it.
It was Qiao Qiaoer who came out.
Completely different from the various embarrassments that Myolie and Atong secretly imagined, Qiao Qiaoer looked the same as when she went in.
Her clothes were neatly dressed, even her cloak was well wrapped, but she just lifted it up a little with both hands.
Avoid touching the water on the ground.
If it weren't for this person's youthful face, it would look like it had just been moisturized by the rain and dew.
Moreover, there was a purple lip mark on his neck, and the place he came out of was a clean room.
It would have looked like a normal routine after being a guest.
No difference.
Qiao Qiaoer's steps were a little sluggish, her toes tipped to avoid the water marks on the ground, and she nodded casually to the two people outside the door, but her eyes stayed on Atong's face for just a little longer.
A Tong's heart skipped a beat, and she didn't know if she had heard her shameless words just now.
She quickly lowered her head and made a humble gesture: "Girl, are you leaving now?
It seems like the wind is blowing outside."
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Qiao Qiao'er didn't answer, only twitched the corner of her mouth, then raised her head and walked out.
In a blink of an eye, her snow-white cloak floated past the door and disappeared.
"Hey."
A Tong pouted at Qiao Qiao'er's back, turned to look inside the clean room, and was immediately startled
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