Dong Long~Dong Long~

Outside, a shocking rumbling drum sound reached the Linhuai Marquis Mansion, like a spring thunder exploded, and it felt like the gods picked up the drumsticks as thick as the mountain peaks, and slammed the drum surface as wide as a lake.

With the rumbling drums, the windows trembled.

"Hooray, hooray, hooray......"

You can still faintly hear the sound of the mountains shouting long live.

"What's going on out there?" Zhu Ping'an put down the "Art of War" in his hand and looked up at the window suspiciously.

"Uncle~Uncle~, the emperor outside is giving amnesty to the world, I heard that the emperor is here in person, and the prisoners in the capital have been released, and the crowds outside are lively, and many people have gone to see it." The little girl with the bun painted a magpie trotted in from outside with a skirt and said in a chattering voice.

It's really amnesty to the world!

Although Zhu Ping'an knew that Emperor Jiajing wanted to give amnesty to the world, after all, the boots had not yet landed, and now the boots have finally landed.

Emperor Jiajing granted amnesty to the world, and Senior Brother Yang's life was saved!

Zhu Ping'an was overjoyed in his heart, and he couldn't help but get up excitedly when he heard the words, but he forgot his physical state, and as soon as he got up from the bed, he pulled the wound on his buttocks, and the painful Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but gasp, but even if his butt hurt terribly, Zhu Ping'an still had a happy expression on his face.

Thinking that Senior Brother Yang was worried about his life, Zhu Ping'an touched his injured buttocks, and felt in his heart that this court staff was worth it.

"Uncle, slow down......"

Seeing Zhu Ping'an get up, the little girl with a bun couldn't help but run over to support Zhu Ping'an worriedly.

"Uncle, you want to be more ...... Changing clothes? ”

The little girl with the bun helped Zhu Ping'an, and couldn't help but ask as shy as a mosquito, and after asking, her pretty face was red with shame, like a crab essence that had been cooked and showed its original shape.

"Huh?"

Zhu Ping'an was stunned and didn't keep up with the rhythm of the bun girl's painting.

"Changing clothes, is my uncle going to change clothes?" The little girl with the bun repeated it again in a whisper like a mosquito, her shy little face turned even redder, and her head was about to be buried in a pair of big breasts.

Change?

In addition to changing clothes, there was also a euphemism for defecating and defecating.

Think you're going to the bathroom?

Belch.

Don't say it, it's estimated that you drank too much tea and ate too much fruit.

But thinking of the current situation of his inconvenience, if he wants to relieve himself, he really has to have someone to support him, otherwise he can't even get out of bed, and he can't stand up when he gets out of bed. Thinking of this, Rao is Zhu Ping'an is thick-skinned, and he can't help but turn red at this moment.

But the problem is that in the backyard of the Marquis of Linhuai's Mansion here, except for the male master, any other male servants are not allowed to enter, and Liu Dadao naturally can't be pointed out, there are only women here. If you want someone to help, you can only paint these girls, or old mothers. If you have to choose one of them to help yourself to solve a small problem, Zhu Ping'an will definitely not choose the old mother.

Of course, the painting is also counted.

This kind of thing seems to be taking advantage of oneself, but in fact it is a girl being taken advantage of. In this kind of feudal society in ancient times, men and women were not clear, and it was still very important for girls to have a good reputation or something. If you let the painting help you to solve it, in case someone gossips, it will not be good for the reputation of the painting, and if you get married in the future, it may have an impact. So, forget about the paintings.

"Ahem, what about that painting, Sister Li?"

Zhu Ping'an coughed, and asked a little embarrassedly, thinking about it, he could only trouble Li Shu. Of course, it won't bother Li Shu too much, just let Li Shu support herself a little, and the rest will be solved by herself. After all, I just can't stand up with a cane on my buttocks and thighs, but my hands are fine.

"The eldest lady's father-in-law hid an outer room outside, and after the eldest lady came back angry, the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and she angrily dropped a set of precious blue and white porcelain, and she was looking for death and life, and the young lady was called by the old lady to relieve the eldest lady." The little girl with the bun raised her red face and whispered back.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Zhu Ping'anjue's painting is shy and red, and there seems to be a kind of expectation and eagerness to try.

Doesn't make sense.

It must be an illusion.

Zhu Ping'an closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you? Isn't it suffocating...... It's suffocating. Slaves...... Slave and maid help you out of bed and change your clothes. Seeing Zhu Ping'an shaking his head, he thought that Zhu Ping'an was so dizzy that he couldn't hold it, and he couldn't care about being shy and reserved, so he asked with concern and said anxiously.

Suffocated?!

How could it be.

Zhu Ping'an's face turned red.

"Uncle, hold your ...... It's not good if it's suffocated, the maid listened to Mother Liu, and the man will ...... if he suffocates ...... will affect that," said the little girl with her head lowered and blushed, her ears were red.

Zhu Ping'an took a second to understand which one the painting was talking about, anyway, what are you little girl asking about all day long?!

"Ahem, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay. You won't have to change your clothes yet. It's just that I was a little excited to hear that the Holy One had granted amnesty to the world. Zhu Ping'an coughed, explained softly, and took a breath to suppress the stool.

Li Shu has been out for a while, and if she thinks about it, she should be back soon, and she can endure it for a while.

"Oh."

The little girl with the bun let out a sigh when she heard this, and there was a faint disappointment on her red face.

Just at this moment, a little girl outside came in with a pot of fruit.

Seeing the little girl come in, the little girl with the bun seemed to think of something, took the fruit plate in the little girl's hand, and assigned the little girl out, "You go to the pharmacy and stare at your uncle's soup, I'll just serve here." ”

The little girl with the bun painting is a first-class girl in the house, and it is a girl in the room that everyone passes in private, and she can be regarded as half a master, so the little girl naturally did not dare to disobey, and obediently took the order to go to the pharmacy.

Seeing the little girl leaving, Hua'er nodded her chin with satisfaction. It's afternoon now, and my uncle will definitely change his clothes. If the uncle changes clothes, of course, it is most suitable for him to serve, but he is the maid appointed by the young lady, and before the young lady goes to the eldest lady, she also explained to herself, and she has to take care of her aunt.

Many girls in the house looked at their aunt's eyes, and they couldn't wait to eat their uncle, I don't know how many little hooves have the intention of climbing the bed in their hearts. If they serve their aunt to change clothes, they will have some crooked thoughts if they can't keep it even. Last time, there was a girl next to Miss Six who wanted to climb into bed while her uncle was drunk, which made Miss angry. Hmph, I have to help the young lady keep an eye on it, and I can't give them a chance. ()

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