[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Ding Nvxia, the wife of the Zuo envoy

Ding Minjun chased Yang Xiao in, but found that hot water was already prepared inside, and immediately blurted out: "Do you want to take a bath?"

Yang Xiao looked up at her, held up a wooden tray with one hand, and on it was a set of gauze skirt with water red embroidery on a white background, walked over and handed it to her, pursed his lips and said, "Here."

Ding Minjun reached out to take it, looked down, and asked suspiciously: "Is this for me?"

Yang Xiao pointed to the dress she was wearing with his eyes, frowned in distaste, and said lightly: "It's bloody and oily, can you still wear that suit on you? Hurry up and change into a new one." Yes, then I will come to you again."

After that, he walked out with his hands behind his back.

Hearing this, Ding Minjun looked down, and was immediately disgusted by the dark blood stains mixed with oil stains on his hair. He quickly took his clothes and went to the compartment specially used for bathing, put down the tray, quickly untied the clothes on his body and threw them into the bathroom. on the ground.

A graceful figure was vaguely reflected on the translucent silk screen, and the sound of splashing water soon came from inside.

After washing, Ding Minjun unfolded the set of clothes that Yang Xiao brought her and put them on, only to find that it was a cross-neck skirt shaped like a palace skirt. Tucked up tightly, a slender waist is stretched out, and the wide sleeves hang down to the ankles, and she looks like a fairy as she walks.On the tray under the gauze skirt, there is also a string of forbidden steps of similar color. The agate pearls are connected in series by jade threads. Wearing it on the waist not only suppresses the hem of the skirt, but also emits a crisp sound of jade when walking. The sound is really nice.

Ding Minjun is also a woman, how can there be a woman who does not love beauty?It's just that most of the Emei sect are monks, and the disciples in the sect are all dressed up very cleanly. In addition, as people in the martial arts world, most of them wear clothes that are easy to move when walking in the rivers and lakes. Where have you seen such beauty? The same dress as the fairy in the sky?However, this skirt is beautiful, but it is quite restrictive, and it is a bit inconvenient to wear and move, and it is not suitable for hanging a saber by the side, which is somewhat unattractive.

She thought a little regretfully.But now that she has worn it on her body, she doesn't plan to take it off and change it to another one. It's troublesome to toss back and forth, but it's just inconvenient to use a sword. She still has the golden bell cable and the ice soul silver needle, which are still out of reach for ordinary people. Her body, let alone Yang Xiao's presence, would never put her in any danger.

Ding Minjun dressed carefully in front of the body-length bronze mirror in the room, turned around and left the cubicle, only to find that Yang Xiao was already sitting at the table with his back to her, slowly making tea to pass the time.The roots of his hair at the collar of his neck were still slightly damp, and the robe on his body was changed into a new one, presumably he had just bathed.

Hearing the movement behind him, Yang Xiao put down the tea set in his hand and turned sideways. When he saw the woman standing there in a water-red palace dress with a white background, a trace of amazement flashed in his eyes.

Ding Minjun usually wears the dresses of female disciples of the Emei School. That Juejue is an old nun who has been a nun for decades. Naturally, her clothes are as clean as she wants, and her disciples are not allowed to paint.However, Ding Minjun's facial features are actually beautiful, and she is not suitable for such a clean water and hibiscus makeup, which will make her look a lot dull. She has seven or eight points of appearance, but she is forced to be suppressed to only five points.Now it's just a change of suitable clothes, it's like a different person, bright and glamorous, which makes people's eyes shine.

It's just that the rolled up hair is still empty, which doesn't match the dress.

Yang Xiao propped his chin and thought for a while, lifted up his robe, stood up, and stretched out his hand towards her.

Ding Minjun felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by his undisguised eyes. Seeing that he was coming to pull him, he quickly retracted his hands, lowered his long eyelashes and asked in a low voice: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Yang Xiao leaned over and grabbed the hand she was about to put behind his back, and whispered in her ear: "Come." After speaking, he led her to the dressing table by the window, and pressed her shoulders to let her sit down. , opened the jewelry box to pick and choose for a long time, and finally picked up a pair of exquisitely crafted golden steps and swayed them into her hair, bent down to face the beauty reflected in the bronze mirror and asked, "how is it, does it look good?" ?”

Ding Minjun tilted his head slightly, and the tassels hanging by his ears swayed slightly, making a lingling sound.She looked up at him, and asked with some uncertainty, "Is this... for me?"

Yang Xiao lowered his head, met her eyes, hooked his lips into a chuckle, and asked her in a deep and mellow voice: "Do you like it?"

Whenever he heard him speak with this tone and voice, Ding Minjun was always a little overwhelmed.She blushed slightly, blinked her eyes and sat upright, raised her hand to carefully support the hairpin in her hair, gently lowered her head and pursed her lips, revealing a fair and slender back of her neck.

Yang Xiao looked down, the tip of his nose seemed to be lingering with the fragrance of flowers, even slightly sweet.He tensed his jaw unconsciously, his protruding Adam's apple slid up and down, and suddenly felt an inexplicable thirst.

... "Yang Xiao?"

As if sensing some kind of dangerous signal, Ding Minjun fidgeted a little, subconsciously called his name.

Yang Xiao seemed to have regained his senses suddenly, and suddenly withdrew his gaze from the white and delicate skin, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and said calmly, "It's nothing."

Ding Minjun heaved a sigh of relief, and once again looked at himself in the bronze mirror carefully.

Yang Xiao looked down at the top of her hair, his expression remained unchanged, but he gradually clenched his hands behind his back.

Fortunately, his self-control is commendable. After a while, when the two returned to the round table, he had completely calmed down, and he even rolled up his sleeves to show Ding Minjun who was sitting opposite him. The kung fu of making tea.

Ironing the cup, warming the pot, washing the tea, brewing...the smooth flow of water between hands is extremely pleasing to the eye, not like a person in the martial arts, but like a son of a family.

Ding Minjun looked at it with his chin in his hands, secretly guessing that he must have a good family background when he was young, and he didn't know what happened to him later, so he joined the Ming Cult and became a bright leftist who was under one person and above ten thousand people.

While thinking about it, Yang Xiao had already divided the tea, pressed the wide sleeve with one hand, revealing a sharp wrist bone, and put the purple sand tea cup in front of her with the other hand, raised his hand slightly and said, "Taste it."

Ding Minjun held the teacup up to his nose and sniffed lightly, then looked up at him with a smile, and exclaimed: "It smells so good."

The corners of Yang Xiao's lips were slightly raised, his left sleeve was rolled up to cover his right hand holding the cup with three fingers, and he sipped slowly with his eyes slightly lowered. When he put down the cup, there was a knock on the door at the right time.

The carved wooden door opened with a creak, and Hong Wu walked in with the wine and vegetables in person. When she saw Ding Minjun in a water-red veil dress with a white background, she smiled before saying a word, and praised sincerely: "I saw it right, girl, you are really good!" It fits this bright outfit."

After saying that, he put down the food and drink, looked at her face left and right, his eyes lit up suddenly, took her hand and stood up, and brought her to the dressing table again, took Luo Dai and described her carefully. To raise her eyebrows, she dipped a little cinnabar red rouge with a makeup brush, dabbed it on the corners of her slightly raised eyes, and then carefully applied the same color of lipstick.

Ding Minjun looked at the beautiful and charming woman in the mirror, and couldn't believe that this person was himself.This technique of applying makeup is really exquisite.

Hong Wu pursed her lips and smiled without saying a word, helped her up and turned around.It happened that Yang Xiao made another pot of tea, and looked up casually, but his sight was caught in an instant, a dark light quickly flashed in the depths of his jade-like pupils, and then he fainted deeply, bottomless.

He raised his hand and drank the tea in the cup in one gulp to relieve the thirst that overflowed in his throat again. When he swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled, but his eyes were still fixed on her.

Ding Minjun's cheeks were flushed, and he dodged his gaze helplessly. He always felt that at this moment, he seemed to be a prey in his mouth, and he might be torn apart and eaten at any time.

Her eyes moved around, and she caught sight of Hongwu, who was smiling meaningfully beside her, and immediately coughed in embarrassment, and changed the subject: "Yes, yes, how is the child's injury just now? "

Hong Wu half-covered her red lips with the handkerchief in her hand, and said softly: "Miss Lao is concerned, she has already dealt with it for him, there is no problem."

"That's good..." Ding Minjun calmed down, and then asked in doubt: "How can there be children of this age here?"

Hongwu sighed softly when she heard the words, and said eloquently: "This child's name is Gu Xichao, and he is the son of Yunniang, a kitchen helper. He usually does some light work to support the family." After a pause, she continued. "Speaking of Yun Niang, she is also a pitiful person. She used to be the top card of the Ningxiang Pavilion opposite. When she was young, she was so beautiful. How many dudes spent a lot of money to win her favor? It's a pity that people are not good, but they just fell in love with her." A downhearted and unlucky scholar, in order to send his lover to Beijing to rush for the exam, he even took out all the money he had saved enough to redeem his life, looking forward to it day by day, but in the end, his lover was caught off the list and married to the servant's daughter News. Poor Yun Niang was eight months pregnant at the time, and she was overly sad at the time. Even though she gave birth prematurely, she tried her best to give birth to the child, but she hurt her root, and later fell seriously ill. The madam thought she was dead She was unlucky in the museum, so she was kicked out. It was her good luck, she gave birth to a capable son, and she never thought that Xiao Gu, who was only six years old at the time, could drag her to the Lingyin Pavilion. Unable to bear it, they took their mother and child in and asked a doctor to examine her. After all, she deserved to die, but she was finally rescued, and then stayed in the back kitchen to do some help work. Xiao Gu is a sensible child and knows his mother's health. Not good, I climbed up and down to help with work at a young age, and I never made a mistake on weekdays, today should be an accident..."

Ding Minjun heard the secret protection in her words, and thought to himself, is it possible that I still have trouble with a child?Then he waved his hand to show that he didn't care, and turned to look at Yang Xiao, but he told Hong Wu: "Bring that child to me tomorrow."

Hongwu cherry lips parted slightly, concealing the doubt in her eyes without any trace, and nodded in agreement: "Yes."

Ding Minjun looked at the two of them from left to right, and unexpectedly found that Hongwu had never sat down since he came in. Of the two of them, one was sitting and drinking tea casually, while the other was standing sideways with his hands down, not like a Hualou. Bosses and benefactors are more like superiors and subordinates.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly, she picked up the teacup and took a sip, swallowing her doubts.