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Ginseng.

"Right Prime Minister, you..."

Why are you staring at me while holding the soap locust? ? Zhou Ze almost asked directly like this, and an ominous premonition flashed through his heart uncontrollably.

Sheng Mu seemed to know what he wanted to ask, so he played with the soap locust in his hand, wrapped it in fine soft silk, and replied: "Your Majesty, there is no need to be nervous. I just want to serve the Emperor well."

The implication is that you want to help him clean his body?

After Zhouze in the bathhouse reacted, he immediately took a step back, "Wait a minute, I..."

It’s not necessary to serve like this, I don’t want it—Zhouze couldn’t say these words, because the next second, Sheng Mu stretched out his slender arms and brought Zhouze to him with a gentle tug.

Sheng Mu didn't say anything else, but smiled slightly at Zhouze. That smile made Zhouze shiver for no reason.

Zhou Ze forced out a stiff smile, while struggling and declining at the same time, "Right Prime Minister, I can do it myself..."

"How can this be done?" Sheng Mu objected naturally, "How can the emperor, who is ninety-five years old, have no one to serve him?"

As he spoke, Sheng Mu couldn't help but directly rub the soap locust wrapped in silk into a delicate and fragrant foam.

Then apply this snow-white foam carefully on the young new emperor's neck, collarbone, shoulders...

Zhouze was about to cry, but felt that the man's fingertips that seemed to be caressing his skin seemed to have calluses that only people who have practiced martial arts for many years had.

This made the touch slightly rough, but when it came into contact with his thin skin and tender flesh, it brought a huge strange feeling that was hard to ignore.

"Right Prime Minister, you, if you do this again, I will sue you for committing disobedience, disobedience, and disobedience to the king!"

Zhouze had unknowingly retreated to the edge of the bathing pool, his back almost touching the warm pebbles. While he was threatening, his face turned red and he repeatedly refused.

Who knows?

This right minister is crazy.

Whose powerful regent-like figure would soak in the bathtub with the puppet emperor, and even bathe the puppet emperor himself with soap locust and pearl powder.

It's simply unreasonable.

Zhouze glared at the tall, slender, handsome man in front of him who was lowering his head calmly, trying to stop him from continuing with his fierce eyes, but it had no effect.

Sheng Mu seemed to be deaf and blind, unable to hear or see, but he still applied it to him unhurriedly, the soft foam produced by the friction between soap locust and silk.

"Your Majesty, can you please turn your back? I've already finished wiping my face."

Sheng Mu finally spoke, but what he said made Zhouze even more embarrassed and he wanted to punch Sheng Mu hard in the face.

He refused righteously: "No! Get out."

"It's my fault that I failed to serve the Emperor well," Sheng Mu said softly, "It would be better if the Emperor gave me another chance."

Zhouze: "..."

I really want the royal guards to drag this man out and behead him.

The two of them stood there for a few breaths in the warm bath. The mist was lingering, and Sheng Mu's majestic and handsome face, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling, was so dense that it was difficult to see clearly.

At this time, Zhouze didn't care whether to increase the strategy value or not. The shame of being helped to bathe like this was already greater than the temptation to increase the strategy value. He carefully moved to the side.

"I've finished taking a bath and am going up."

After saying that, he immediately turned around and wanted to leave the bath, but his strength and speed were no match for the powerful Sheng Mu.

Sheng Mu caught him back as easily as he was carrying a kitten. After adjusting his posture so that Zhouze's back was facing him, he spoke calmly:

"How can I just go through the errands that the emperor entrusts me with? Even if the emperor is benevolent and cannot bear to trouble me, I should still perform my duties well."

The implication is that even if Zhou Ze regrets and does not send him, he will never stop midway and must "complete" the order.

Seriously! Full of nonsense!

Zhouze almost yelled, but he had to turn his back to Sheng Mu at this moment, stiffly feeling Sheng Mu apply the foam to large areas of skin.

Then apply the pearl powder used to remove dead skin on joints that are prone to roughening.

Sheng Mu's movements were extremely meticulous, and in fact, there was no hint of intimacy on the surface.

But Zhouze listened to the increasing strategy value one point after another in his mind, and felt the touch of the other party's calloused fingertips, but he didn't feel that the other party's behavior was innocent.

By the time Sheng Mu finished the process, Zhouze's skin was all red. He didn't know whether it was because he had been soaked in hot water for a long time or because of something else.

Sheng Mu glanced at it and looked away without changing his expression, as if indifferent, but Zhouze heard that the strategy value suddenly increased by 5 points.

It's already 25 o'clock.

Really good acting.

Zhouze had already seen through it, but Zhouze didn't say anything. He had completely shut his mouth and let Shengmu "wash" him like a fish on a chopping board.

Since he couldn't resist, he simply lay down and enjoyed it. After Zhouze thought about this, his mood became much calmer for a while.

After a while of burning incense, Zhouze finally left the bath, and Sheng Mu carefully changed his clothes. It could be said that he looked brand new from head to toe.

"I'm tired." Zhouze returned to the Yangxin Hall and lazily said to Sheng Mu, hinting to him to get out of here.

Sheng Mu couldn't help but smile when he heard the voice-over, and wanted to confront the little emperor again.

"Your Majesty has not had lunch yet. Why don't you and your ministers eat together and then have a good rest?"

Sheng Mu seemed to be proposing, but in fact he was informing.

Zhou Ze looked at the man who showed no expression of emotion or anger with itchy teeth. After a while, the words "Yes" burst out from between his teeth.

The palace people spread good food.

"Your Majesty, these tiger skin chicken feet are delicious. Do you want to try it?"

Sheng Mu rolled up his sleeves, picked up the public jade chopsticks, picked out a piece of soft and spicy tiger skin chicken feet, and gently but steadily handed it to Zhouze's lips.

His tone was so soft that it seemed like water was dripping from his eyes.

Zhouze couldn't help but fell silent for a while after hearing this. The words seemed very familiar to him. Sheng Mu... was really not a good person when he was teasing others.

Very different from the previous soul fragments.

Those soul fragments in the past were either harsh and gloomy, or straightforward.

But Sheng Mu... was cold and sinister at first, full of danger, but the deeper he went, the more the right minister, who had been in a high position for a long time, gave him a sense of being casual, playful, and easy to deal with.

When Zhouze thought of the word "black belly", he was suddenly enlightened. It turned out to be such a word, and it was so appropriate.

A lunch of fancy feeding finally came to an end. Zhouze ate so much that his belly bulged slightly under his dragon robe, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

He decided to give Sheng Mu some color, otherwise it would not be enough to calm the wrath of the saint.

"Right Prime Minister, how are you doing recently?"

Sheng Mu's eyes moved slightly, "Thanks to the Emperor's concern, I am fine."

"Then, can you go to court on time starting tomorrow?" Zhouze glanced at Sheng Mu.

Sheng Mu stared straight into the little emperor's cat eyes, "Of course."