Foxy Beauty Charms the World

"My lord, she has been standing by the roadside the entire time." Lan Yun put down the warbler. In the end, the only one who didn't go out often was Ying Zhuang, who was trembling. She was already dizzy from the torrential rain, and her face was deathly pale.

Qin Lingmo sighed. No matter how hard he thought about it, it was impossible for him to throw her out in the rain.

"Miss Yingzhu, why do you have to go through all this trouble?"

"I, I know, you will definitely come looking for me …" Yingying quivered her lips and said that her hands and feet had turned blue from the cold. Qin Lingmo had nothing to say. He took the wine jug and passed it to Yingzhu: "Drink some warm water. Right now, there is no way to light a fire. There are no clean clothes either."

The Prefect's daughter obediently received it and took a sip. The refreshing wine rolled down his throat and started to heat up.

"I've never tasted wine before. It tastes great." Her face was a little better. At least it was a little bit pale. Qin Ling Mo smiled. That was Hu Ying's wine, of course it tasted good. However, he did not explain anything to Yingzhu. Right now, he could only hope that the rain would quickly stop and send her back.

Perhaps it was because he had heard Prime Minister Qin's prayers, but after the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the rain gradually began to subside. Slowly, it came to a stop.

Only a rain mist as thin as a needle permeated the air, emitting a strong smell of rain and soil.

"Milord, you can leave now."

"Send Miss Yingzhu back first." Qin Lingmo instructed.

"I won't go back! If you chase me away, I'll come out again! " Ying Zhuang broke free from the guard's grasp and stared fixedly at Qin Lingmo, his expression agitated. "I don't want to stay at home all my life. I also have what I want. I want to marry you!"

Although the saying that there was no woman in the Northern Tang Dynasty without talent was virtuous, under etiquette and discipline, the women of the Northern Tang Dynasty were reserved and virtuous. Let alone loudly shouting to a man that I want to marry you, even if it was her own marriage she absolutely could not easily bring up.

This was the style of a lady from a noble family.

From this point of view, Yingzhu can also be considered to be different. Her face immediately turned completely red, but she did not want to retreat. Her eyes were covered by a layer of mist as she stared at Qin Lingmo, refusing to budge an inch.

"I'm sorry, I don't like you." It wasn't polite to reject a girl in front of others, but Qin Lingmo didn't want to hesitate and give anyone else any thoughts, "I have someone I like."

Ying Zhuang's delicate body swayed, her eyebrows slightly knitted as she looked at him, but she did not retreat. Instead, she took a few steps forward, and her eyes flashed with a resolute light: "Let me follow by your side, I will work hard to become a girl that can match you! I don't want to leave without even trying. "Perhaps this is the only time in my life that I will like her. I don't want to, I don't want to do nothing, just marry anyone and wait for my age to slowly fade …"

As he spoke of his sadness, tears fell from Ying Zhu's eyes. She had seen her sisters marry long ago. If it was not because she had never seen them before, it was because she was unwilling. If she didn't run into Qin Lingmo, it would have been fine. But since she met her hero, how could she let go of him and allow him to leave?

Seeing that she was upset, Qin Lingmo knew that he shouldn't be too unyielding. She was not his political enemy, nor was she a public enemy. He could treat her ruthlessly. The person in front of him was only a girl with a young heart.

It was probably due to too much excitement that the Ying Zhu, who was originally drenched by the heavy rain, fainted. Qin Lingmo embraced her as he felt the young girl trembling in his embrace.

"We can't go on like this. We should find a place to change out of our wet clothes."

"Yes, milord."

The group led the way, and Wan Xin, who was silent, also mounted the horse.

"Hey, are you okay?" Qin Lingmo shot a glance at him, his complexion looking much better than before.

"He won't die." Wan Xin curled her lips and changed the topic, "I didn't expect this young miss to have such perseverance. How about you accept it, Sir Qin?"

"I only love Little Ying." Qin Lingmo straightened his back.

"It's normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines."

"I only have one heart, and I only have one person." A solemn, almost pious tone.

Wan Xin didn't say anything, she only smiled and continued to stay silent. The rain continued to fall like thin threads across the world. The fragrance of earth lingered in front of his nose.

Tong Yang County, Fu Lai Inn

"Shopkeeper, give us eight rooms." Bring some hot water and the best food. "

"Alright!" This grandpa, several people, please go up! "

There was a room, and hot water was immediately brought in. However, there was a problem placed in front of Qin Lingmo and the others. That was who changed the clothes for the unconscious Ying Zhua.

There was a difference between men and women, and they couldn't bear to be intimate with each other.

Even the loyal Lan Yun had quickly disappeared when faced with this problem. Wan Xin hugged her shoulders, and regained her mocking smile and tone: "Sir Qin, you can take care of it yourself. Since they're here for you, don't waste it."

Qin Lingmo raised his head and stared at him. He sighed in his heart, "My lord, you've been staring at me more and more with increasing skill. It's truly a congratulation that your eyeballs have yet to fall out of your sockets."

"Cut the crap." Wearing these wet clothes will make you sick. " As Qin Ling Mo spoke, he was unable to bring himself to do so. The woman in the bed groaned and frowned, a suspicious flush rising to her cheeks. Qin Lingmo reached out to touch her forehead. The temperature was a little hot. Presumably, the young miss was unable to bear the torrential downpour. At this time, it was not the time to worry about the differences between men and women. He finally untied Ying Zhua's clothes.

Qin Ling Mo's delicate, snow-white skin slowly revealed itself. His face was burning as he turned his head away.

Wan Xin, who was standing at the door, was amused. She hugged her shoulders and teased: Master Qin, are you looking at me with your eyes? Be careful that your hand touches something that should not be touched. "

Qin Ling panicked and turned around, just in time to see Ying Ying's snow-white breasts wrapped in peach embroidered undergarments, her slender waist, and her faintly exposed navel. He quickly pulled the quilt back over his head, covering it tightly. Wan Xin whistled and laughed. This made Qin Lingmo's face turn even hotter. With a swoosh, he moved away from the bed.

As they left the room, Qin Lingmo's room was next door, while Lan Yun and the rest's room was scattered all around. It is convenient to protect and obey the summons of the adults.

Upon entering the room, Qin Lingmo heaved a sigh of relief. Wan Xin also followed and looked him up and down, "I say, Lord Qin should also hurry up and change. If you knock him down, I won't be able to afford it."

"Why do I feel sticky …" Just a moment ago, his entire attention had been focused on helping Yingzhu change her clothes. Qin Lingmo had neglected that he was still wrapped in wet clothes. He began to untie his clothes. His clothes were stuck together, and it was not easy to untie them. Even though his fingers were knotted, they were still tied together.

Wan Xin could not bear to watch any longer, so he stepped forward to help. Very quickly, he took off his wet clothes, leaving behind only his undergarments. Qin Lingmo coughed and felt slightly embarrassed. Although he didn't like to order people around, he was still a court servant. It was normal for servants to attend to him.

"You're quite used to it." He did not have anything to say, and even though he had asked Wan Xin to help him change his clothes, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

"This subordinate is the righteous protector of the Celestial Sect of Wonders and is normally taking care of the sect master's daily needs. This is nothing." Wan Xin's tone was flat as he began to undress Qin Lingyun.

"Wait, wait …" Qin Lingmo clutched a corner of his undergarment as he felt a little uncomfortable.

"We're both men, what are you afraid of?" Wan Xin said this quickly and nimbly as he stripped off Qin Lingmo's undergarment. This rain was too sudden and it was completely drenched from the inside out. If he didn't change it, he would definitely be sick.

Qin Lingmo, who had already turned into a white chicken, was not used to being honest. He immediately turned around, wanting to take out some clean clothes from his luggage, but was stopped by Wan Xin.

"Wipe it clean."

The waiter brought hot water from every room, which was rather considerate. Wan Xin wrung the towel dry and passed it to Qin Lingmo. Seeing the latter hesitate, he tilted his head and teased: "It can't be that Sir Qin doesn't even know how to wipe his body?"

"Of course!" Qin Ling's face turned red again as he grabbed a towel and wiped it clean. Wiping his hands, he saw Wan Xin looking at him with her arms wrapped around her shoulders. He then turned around, wiped a few hands carelessly, and found some clothes to put on. Wan Xin silently watched on from the side, the smile on her lips growing wider and wider. Finally, it turned into a forced smile while holding her stomach.

"What are you laughing for!" Qin Lingmo asked with a dark expression.

"Sir Qin, those are Hedonist Pants. They can't be put into your arms." Wan Xin restrained his laughter, trying his best to calmly point out.

"..." I know! "

"Then, could you tell me, by the way, that you are going to wear a robe if you don't wear the middle clothes? Are you going to wear underwear?"

"..." "Get out!" Completely black, Qin Lingmo randomly put on his undergarments and pushed Wan Xin out of the door.

The Right Protector disappeared from the doorway, and after a while, he stuck his head back into the room and said, "My lord, there's always a reverse side to the belt. Don't forget about it."

Qin Lingmo, who was about to wrap a belt around his waist, suddenly felt a surge of warmth in his head.

Wan Xin quickly closed the door and left with a snicker.

When Yingzi woke up, it was already 3 in the afternoon. The moment she woke up, she realized that all her clothes had already been removed. She couldn't help but feel surprised, embarrassed, and annoyed. Just as she was at a loss as to what to do, someone knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Yingying grabbed the quilt tightly and hid behind the bed.

"Miss Yingzhu, your clothes."

"Oh, come in."

The person who entered was a member of the guard. He lowered his head and placed a few clean clothes on the table beside him. "Lady, this was prepared by the order of Lord Qin."

"Oh …" Seeing that the guards were about to leave, Ying Zhua hurriedly called out: "That, Lord Qin, he …"

"Lord Qin is eating downstairs. If Miss has finished packing, please head over as well."

"I, I know." Ying Lei paused, shyly whispered: "Um, do you know who changed my clothes?" Her voice was like a mosquito's chirping. After all that time, it was different from when she had threatened to marry Qin Lingmo.

"It's Lord Qin."

"Oh …" This time, Ying Yang's face turned completely red. Just now, that bit of embarrassment and annoyance had turned into honey.

She was the only one left in the room. The Prefect's daughter stood up and her gaze inadvertently fell upon the undergarment she was wearing. Her snow-white chest was trembling from her actions. When she thought of the man undressing her, she couldn't help but blush and feel hot, like a red camellia in winter. She quickly put on her clothes. Although it was just an ordinary dress, it revealed a youthful vigor that could not be concealed.

After a simple wash, she left the room.

Qin Lingmo isn't that hard to find. It's too obvious." It was as though all the astral light had been gathered here. Qin Lingmo had an extraordinary and refined aura, making it difficult for others to ignore him.

"Yingli greets Lord Qin." In the rain boldly confession, Yingzhu like all the noble ladies of the elegant and gentle salutation.

"Miss is also hungry, please enjoy." Qin Lingmo, with a calm expression, chewed on a steamed bun and picked up a piece of vegetable dish, eating it with relish.

He had never seen any of these dishes before, so he curiously picked one up and put it in his mouth. But before he could savor the flavor, he frowned.

"Miss, are you used to it?" Qin Lingmo looked at her and smiled without batting an eyelid.

"It seems... "There's sand..." Yingzhu chewed for a bit, then forcefully swallowed it down.

"Is that so? "I ate quite well." Qin Lingmo picked up another pair of chopsticks and calmly gave a faint aftertaste. Even if he were to eat the delicacies of a mountain and a sea, he could only do so.

Yingzhu did not want to be outdone, so she did not want Qin Lingmo to feel that she was being too pampered, so she also followed his example to eat, but the large salt in the leaves made her wrinkle her face. Her two delicate eyebrows were knotted together, and after enduring it for a while, she finally couldn't bear it and ran away, covering her mouth with her hands.

Qin Ling Mo heaved a sigh of relief. Wan Xin, who was beside him, curled her lips and drank a mouthful of wine, "Sir, you can't be thinking of using these tricks to make her suffer and retreat, right?"

"I did it for her own good." The former Prime Minister had no shame as he picked up a chopstick. His expression suddenly changed. He grabbed the edge of the table, tilted his head, and vomited.

Wan Xin leisurely shook his wine cup and sighed, "Truly killing one thousand enemies and self-destructing eight hundred."

"Good, what a big piece of ginger …" Qin Ling's eyes were filled with tears.

"Oh, that dish is called Ginger Stir-Fried Meat."

"…"