Chapter 70 Pei Xiao is a woman
The warm sunlight caressed my face, and even the air was filled with the scent of sunshine. This autumn sun was indescribably clean and refreshing.
I lazily rolled over, snuggled into the soft blanket, and rubbed against it, feeling so comfortable I wanted to sigh.
I squinted slightly, then suddenly sat up with a "whoosh," staring wide-eyed at the eight maids standing silently by the door, heads bowed, each holding a basin of water, a cloth, clothes, and other necessities. Anyone who wakes up early in the morning to find a bunch of people waiting in their room to serve them as they wash and dress would find it strange.
"Madam," a maid carrying a dress smiled and stepped forward when she saw that I was awake. "This servant will help you change your clothes."
I grinned foolishly and backed away, waving my hands repeatedly, "No trouble at all, no trouble at all, I can do it myself." As I spoke, I muttered to myself, although I usually had someone to serve me, it was only one or two people, and they were very easy to deal with. They would slip away faster than anyone else after I said "no need to serve you." In this respect, they were obviously no match for Tuanzi. I wonder how Tuanzi is doing now, since I didn't see Banxian bring her out this time.
"The Prime Minister instructed us to serve him well," the maid said gently, still smiling. As she spoke, she turned around and raised her hand, and two more maids came up to help me get off the bed, lifted my arms, and took off my wrinkled robes.
My hazy, sleepy mind finally recalled what happened last night. Then I drifted off to sleep again. Did Cao Cao's headache get better? How did I get back? I couldn't remember any of these things.
As I frowned and pondered, I was stripped down to just a single layer of clothing. Another maid gently unfolded a bright red robe with wide sleeves and a narrow waist, the embroidery of which was very delicate, but it was in the style of men's clothing.
Two maids came forward, one on each side, to help me put on the clothes and tie the belt. Then another maid held a pair of exquisite embroidered shoes and knelt down to put them on for me. All the movements were done in one smooth motion, with gentle care.
I stepped on the shoes; they were a simple style, without any unnecessary decorations, but they were very comfortable and fit perfectly.
I couldn't help but look up at the maids with suspicion.
"These clothes were all ordered by the Prime Minister," the head maid replied respectfully, bowing her head.
Several maids covered their lips slightly and chuckled softly.
With a "boom," I blushed from my face to the roots of my neck.
Last night, in my hazy state, I kept feeling someone harassing me. A pair of warm, large hands were groping me inappropriately, and they wouldn't let go of my feet...
It wasn't a hallucination after all...
Did he write down my measurements? Or did he notice that my shoes never seemed to fit properly, that my toes always hurt, and that I wasn't used to wearing long skirts, always stumbling and feeling inconvenienced?
While I was blushing, I was helped to sit down in front of the bronze mirror. A maid came forward, gently combed through my messy and tangled long hair, then combed it up high and tied it with a bright purple ribbon.
They took every step of the way, meticulously attending to my needs as I washed my face and rinsed my mouth, while everyone else got ready.
"This servant takes her leave." With that, the eight maids filed out in an orderly fashion.
I breathed a long sigh of relief; this was truly a ordeal.
Turning around, I looked into the bronze mirror. A figure in fiery red, with long hair tied up high, actually added a touch of color to an otherwise ordinary face, giving her a striking appearance with bright eyes and white teeth, and an air of unparalleled elegance.
Indeed, as the saying goes, "Buddha needs gold plating, and people need fine clothes."
After walking a few steps, I realized that this was much better than the restrictive and cumbersome women's clothing.
"Satisfied?" A mocking voice came from behind.
I didn't turn around. In the bronze mirror, I saw Cao Cao leaning against one side, smiling at me with a harmless look on his face.
I turned around, sat down casually, picked up a snack from the table and stuffed it into my mouth. "What are you up to?"
"So blunt, it's really disheartening," Cao Cao said, sitting down to eat some snacks.
Ignoring his excellent singing and songwriting, I snatched the last piece of pastry from his hand, stuffed it into my mouth, clapped my hands, and chewed it with some difficulty while puffing out my cheeks as if nothing had happened.
He chuckled.
After looking at me for a while, he suddenly reached out and gently touched the corner of my mouth.
My first instinct was to dodge.
"Don't move," he said, his tone commanding, yet his voice was unusually gentle.
So I just stood there dumbfounded and didn't move.
Lord Cao then calmly picked a crumb of pastry from my lips and put it into his own mouth.
I froze, began to tremble, and finally couldn't hold back my outburst, "A prime minister like you, if you want some dessert, just have the cook make it for you! Why do you have to fight me for it! You won't even let go of that tiny bit! If people see this, they'll think I'm bullying you!"
Cao Cao was stunned for a moment, then suddenly slammed his hand on the table. Just when I thought he was about to fly into a rage because I had scolded him, he burst into laughter while slamming his hand on the table.
"Are you a woman?" Cao Cao laughed wildly, feeling even more that he had struck gold.
I glared at him, and in an attempt to protect my reputation, I yelled, "Haven't you already tasted whether she's a woman or not? Why are you still asking me!"
A strange, distorted "pfft" sound suddenly came from the doorway, as if someone had been holding back laughter for a long time and finally couldn't hold it in anymore.
I turned my head and was immediately dumbfounded. I saw Dian Wei, Xu Chu, Xiahou Yuan, Xiahou, and several other generals whose names I didn't know standing at the door with strange expressions, their faces contorted, as if they were struggling to hold back their emotions.
"Hahaha... I can't take it anymore! I can't hold it in any longer..." Dian Wei finally broke down and burst into laughter.
Laughter erupted immediately.
It was only then that I belatedly realized what I had just yelled.
"Yes, you are a woman." Cao, always eager to stir up trouble, nodded solemnly, delivering his concluding remarks.
My face burned like a monkey's bottom, and I was so angry that my cheeks puffed up.
"Prime Minister, Guan Yu has arrived." The one-eyed Xiahou, unusually, did not burst into laughter, but the corners of his mouth could not help but turn up slightly, and his remaining eye was also filled with laughter.
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