Kuaiwen's pretentious daily life of female accessories

Wen Hongjing was not polite. He went to the desk to study ink and made a list. "Go and find these items. Our Queen Mother will use them and arrange for 20 maids with nimble hands and feet to come."

"Oh, okay, father-in-law, if you need anything else, just ask."

"By the way, put the ice basin immediately. The Queen Mother is most afraid of heat. We also need five cooks. The Queen Mother has a bad appetite, so she has five meals a day, and only the freshest ingredients are used..."

Haitang picked up the small copper spoon and picked at the incense burner.

Wen Hongjing hurriedly stepped forward to take it, "My dear, please don't move, I'm sorry."

He turned back and told the wife of the Minister of Household Affairs: "Our Queen Mother loves peonies and begonias. She wants fresh flower arrangements every day and they will be delivered before midnight."

"it is good."

"By the way, since I'm in such a hurry this time, I asked Madam to send me some fabrics for me to choose from."

Wen Hongjing walked to Haitang's side and stood next to her, admitting his mistake in a soft voice, "It's all my fault, I should have brought clothes with me. This folk thing is very vulgar, I have wronged you."

Haitang chuckled, "It's okay, the embroiderer in the prime minister's house is also pretty good, just do it a few times."

"Come on, I'll go make arrangements right away."

The old lady's temples were pounding, but she didn't dare to refuse. She could only tell the nanny beside her with a smile: "Hurry up and make arrangements. Do as the father-in-law said."

"Yes, old slave, go immediately."

The wife of the Minister of Household Affairs also laughed a little embarrassedly, "I will send people to the warehouse to get the best materials, and immediately arrange for the embroiderers to rush to work."

Wen Hongjing then waved his hand and said, "Old Madam and Madam, please go and get busy, we are exhausted."

"Okay, then the Queen Mother has a good rest."

Nalan Yuluo looked at Wen Hongjing blankly, a little aggrieved in his eyes. Before she could speak, he was pulled away by the old lady.

...

As soon as the person left, Haitang reached out and pinched Wen Hongjing's face, then pulled the person closer to her by his collar.

She looked at him with faint eyes, as bright as thousands of stars, "Xiao Hongzi, why are you like this?"

Perhaps because he was not in the palace, Wen Hongjing became more courageous and followed her strength to lie down on her small soft couch.

He hesitated for a moment, then put his arms around her waist and pulled her close to his chest, "I don't want to see my queen suffer any injustice. I am incompetent. If I can... I want to give my queen the best in the world."

"That's it? You don't like to make things difficult for others."

"Nothing can be hidden from the eyes of the empress."

"Hate them?"

"My slave hates the people my queen hates."

"Hehehe, Xiao Hongzi, you are evil."

Wen Hongjing lowered his eyes and looked at the woman in his arms who was smiling more delicately than Peony. His eyes were full of doting and he hugged her a little tighter.

In fact, the moment he left the palace, Wen Hongjing had a thought... It seemed like he had escaped from that prison. Could it be... If possible, it would be great to fly away with her like this! !

...

The people in the prime minister's house did not call Haitang to have a meal, but instead brought an extremely rich dinner. The nanny who came to deliver the meal only said, "The old lady sympathizes with the Queen Mother's fatigue, so she just needs to rest peacefully. Since the queen deliberately conceals her itinerary, so she can't It’s inconvenient to make such a big deal, I hope you’ll forgive me.”

"Go down."

"Yes, I will resign, old slave."

The food delivered was very sumptuous, with 18 large dishes, no scrimping.

Haitang actually ate happily and asked Wen Hongjing to sit down and eat with him.

However, Wen Hongjing refused, and he only served her food obediently, barely feeding her one bite at a time.

...

That night.

Wen Hongjing sent all the maids to wait in the outer courtyard and ordered there to be no noise. The Queen Mother did not see anyone at night.

Just like that, they were the only two people left in the courtyard.

Haitang was very interested in admiring the flowers in the courtyard. These flowers seemed to have been planted temporarily, and the traces of soil reaction were still obvious. It must be said that the arrangement was indeed good.

There is a swing in the courtyard. This swing has been around for some time, and even the wooden board has been worn until it shines, because people used to sit on it often.

Haitang sat on the swing, pointed her toes on the ground, and swayed gently~

"Hehehe~~"

When Wen Hongjing came out, what he saw was a girl swinging on a swing under the moonlight. The ice-blue skirt underneath her body swayed slightly. The width was consistent with the width of the corners of her mouth. It was so beautiful.

I don't know when she took off her shoes and socks, and her snow-white feet were slightly arched, tapping the ground from time to time...

Wen Hongjing stepped forward and reached out to stabilize the swing.

Squatting down, he held up Xue Zhi sincerely, took out a handkerchief, and wiped it with great care, "My dear, don't do this, it's all stained."

Haitang wrinkled her nose and put her toes on his chest. With a slight exertion, the swing moved backwards, and so did the people.

Wen Hongjing was kicked to the ground.

"Haha, Xiao Hongzi, why are you so useless? You could even fall down."

Wen Hongjing stretched out his hand to grab the foot that was dangling in front of him and brought it to his side.

"Ah~" Haitang was unsteady and almost fell down.

He stretched out his arms and picked her up, "This slave is waiting for your wife to take a bath. She's dirty outside."

"Xiao Hongzi, let the Ai family come down."

"Don't let go."

"Xiao Hiroko, you are brave."

"Um~~"

The dissatisfied, complaining, and mumbling little mouth has been blocked.

He only kissed her gently twice, but nothing happened.

"Little...Wen Hongjing..."

"Oh~"

His smile was as gentle as the spring breeze in March, and because of this smile, Haitang stopped struggling and watched quietly, letting him hold her.

Handsome?More than just handsome...

His smile was like the luster on the finest jade, warm and clear, instantly coating his already handsome facial features with a layer of light, making people unable to look away.

"Wen Hongjing, please smile more."

His expression was stunned, and then the corners of his mouth turned up again, revealing his extremely white teeth, "Your Majesty, do you like your slave to smile?"

"Extraordinarily handsome."

"Then please take a closer look at this slave."

"Look at you."

...

The bathtub is covered with a thick layer of flower petals.

The water temperature is suitable.

He kneaded with just the right amount of force.

Haitang narrowed her eyes comfortably... "Huh~"

*

While waiting for the washing to be finished, Haitang felt lazy and unwilling to get up.

Wen Hongjing rolled up his sleeves a little more and gently fished the person out.

"Dry yourself first. It's not good if you catch a cold."

"The weather is so sultry, where can I catch a cold..."

Haitang pushed him uncooperatively, and sat on the edge of the tub with her butt on her butt. She subconsciously lowered her feet to reach the ground, but couldn't reach it, and her waist was dragged...

Because she had just finished taking a shower, her face was still flushed and there were still traces of water dripping from her body.

The skin is like white jade and does not stick to water...

Wen Hongjing's eyes darkened and he slowly squatted down.

【slightly. 】

The light in the bathroom is quite bright.

There was just a breeze blowing by, and the candlelight flickered brightly and dimly.

The two figures were reflected on the screen.

The woman's neck is raised...

There is some whimpering in the throat~

............

The man's wet clothes had not yet had time to change.

People are extremely dry, but their fingertips and lips are cold.

"Hmm~Wen Hongjing~"

He didn't answer her, just hummed softly...