☆, Chapter 113 "Is it comfortable?" Zhou Mujiao asked.
That night, Zhou Mujiao and Zhao Yunjing didn't sleep much. One was thinking about her relationship with Jiang Wuyu, while the other was worried that Lord Chen would cause trouble for him later. So they spent the whole night thinking of a solution.
The result was dark circles under both eyes.
Zhou Mujiao first applied an ice pack to herself, and then applied one to Zhao Yunjing.
Zhao Yunjing was tall, so even when he was sitting, he was still quite long. Zhou Mujiao had him hold a small ice pack and massaged his forehead on both sides.
The girl was so close, her sweet fragrance kept wafting into his nostrils, and her soft fingers were rhythmically kneading his temples. At first, his heart was beating fast and wildly, but later it rose and fell with the rhythm of her massage.
"Are you comfortable?" Zhou Mujiao asked gently.
In her entire life, she had only ever massaged her grandparents, and afterwards, she enjoyed being served by others. Zhao Yunjing was the first person she was willing to lower herself to 'please'.
"Comfortable.
"Then it's your turn to press it for me!"
Zhou Mujiao tossed him the ice pack and saw that his dark circles had lessened considerably. She smiled, then made two more ice packs and applied them to herself, treating it like a face mask.
The skin beneath her fingertips was smooth and fragrant. Zhao Yunjing was a little nervous and didn't know how to do it. He either used too much force or pulled her scalp. After Zhou Mujiao gave him a lot of pointers, Zhao Yunjing slowly mastered the method and began to gently massage and press.
Zhou Mujiao let out a satisfied sigh: "Brother Zhao, are you thinking about Miss Chen?"
"Um."
“I forgot to tell you, I have already signed an employment contract with Jiang Wuyu. He is now my employee, and you are my person. With this relationship, Lord Chen will not dare to touch you again. If he does, Jiang Wuyu will make him pay.”
As expected, Zhao Yunjing paused for a moment, then laughed: "To have the dignified commander of the Six Doors as your employee, Ajiao, you really are unexpected."
"Since he doesn't mention his past glories and insists on having me give him a job, I naturally treat him as an ordinary person, and besides..."
Those guesses swirled in Zhou Mujiao's mind, but when she spoke, they came out as a tentative question: "Besides, I always feel that he has another purpose in staying in Peach Blossom County. Otherwise, why hasn't he left after Peach Blossom and her husband were killed?"
Zhao Yunjing nodded: "We'll go to the brokerage again tomorrow to see if we can hire two more bodyguards. Zhu Yan alone is still too weak."
Zhu Yan came in from outside and heard Zhao Yunjing say that she was outnumbered and powerless. She didn't say anything, but pulled out the silver hairpin from her hair and threw it into the air.
A bird fell from mid-air and landed with a thud at Zhao Yun Jing's feet.
Zhou Mujiao exclaimed in surprise, "Zhu Yan, the little bird was flying peacefully in the sky. It didn't offend you. Why are you—"
Zhu Yan: "Even if I am alone, I can withstand a thousand troops."
He walked away with his head held high.
Zhou Mujiao chuckled: "Don't talk badly about others behind their backs. See, you got caught and slapped in the face, didn't you?"
Zhao Yunjing sighed, thinking that this Zhu Yan was quite a character. However, he had a question: "Zhu Yan claims to be able to withstand ten thousand horses and a thousand soldiers. Why was she sold to a brokerage firm back then? And why was she trapped in the brokerage firm for more than ten years?"
Before Zhou Mujiao could speak, Zhu Yan appeared again: "Because I was betrayed by my own people."
With the most subdued tone and expression, Zhu Yan recounted the most unbearable part of her past. Looking at Zhao Yun Jing, she said, "What else would you like to know, young master? Please ask. I will answer everything I know."
"I'm sorry," Zhao Yunjing apologized. "Then I'll leave Ajiao and Shiba's safety in your care when I'm not home."
“Miss Zhou is my master, and Zhu Yan will naturally protect her with her life. As for the others… I’ll see how things go.”
Zhou Mujiao laughed heartily, and Zhao Yunjing laughed too.
Zhu Yan looked at the two of them, their faces flushed with laughter, but remained expressionless, even somewhat puzzled, as if asking: Are they idiots? What's so funny?
Most masters have very strange tempers. Zhu Yan is still considered good. Some people are even more capricious than her. Even if they give you a hundred life contracts, they can still throw you into a pile of tigers if they don't want to. They can go into the mountains and stay there for twenty or thirty years. When they come out, your bones will have turned to dust. Where can you go to reason with them?
Zhou Mujiao bought Zhu Yan for two reasons. One was that she thought Zhu Yan was capable. Another reason was that she felt a sense of familiarity when she saw Zhu Yan. She felt that Zhu Yan resembled one of her relatives. After spending the past few days with her, that feeling had become even stronger.
Zhu Yan is usually quiet and doesn't know how to do housework. She only teaches a few children martial arts in the morning and evening. She usually either sits outside in a daze or stares at her in a daze. When she looks at her, her eyes are a little strange, as if she is reminiscing about something through her.
Today is the winter solstice.
In Zhou Mujiao's world, in Huacheng where she lives, there is a saying that "Winter Solstice is more important than the New Year." This saying does not exist in Taohua County. Except for the wealthy and powerful, ordinary people do not consider the Winter Solstice a festival. However, Zhou Mujiao still gave the embroidery workshop a half-day off and gave each person two large meat dumplings.
Aunt Zhao made dumplings early in the morning, and Zhou Mujiao also made meat-filled rice dumplings that morning. They were simmered all morning, and the aroma was so strong that the fragrance couldn't wait to waft out even before the bamboo leaves were peeled off. The taste was even more delightful.
Aunt Zhao gave it full praise: "Ajiao, the filling you made is delicious, very tasty."
"Next time I'll add mung beans, or red beans, or black beans, so you can try a different flavor, Auntie."
"I want some too! I want more!" Shiba ate with her mouth full of oil; she had never eaten zongzi before.
Zhou Mujiao gave her another small bite: "You can't eat anymore. If you eat any more, you won't be able to eat chicken or drink soup tonight."
Zhu Yan suddenly spoke up: "Master has been to Lingnan?"
No.
"Your zongzi is Lingnan style, mung bean zongzi, red bean zongzi, who taught you that?"
Zhou Mujiao remained calm: "I read it in a book; no one taught me."
Xiao Wu said, "Sister Zhu Zhu, my parents passed away before I was even a year old. My older sister was only seven or eight years old at that time... We never had the chance to touch rice."
Rice is a precious food, and people may not even get to eat it during festivals, let alone on ordinary days.
The Zhao family knew how tragic Zhou Mujiao and Xiao Wu's past was, so they all fell silent.
Zhu Yan's figure flashed, and her fierce voice came from outside the house: "I want their lives!"
Aunt Zhao was shocked and threw down the rice dumpling to chase after him, but Zhou Mujiao stopped her: "Auntie, it's alright, Zhu Yan knows what she's doing."
"But if she really killed someone from the Zhou family, then she's a murderer, and we, as her master's family, can't escape responsibility either!"
"It's okay, she won't."
How do you know she can't?
"Intuition," Zhou Mu chuckled. "At the brokerage, the broker told me she was rejected everywhere she went, but when I saw her, I knew she would come with me, and she really did. Auntie, do you believe in fate?"
A moment later, a strange noise came from outside. Everyone thought it was Zhu Yan returning, but Xiao Wu, with her sharp eyes, whispered, "Sister, it's not Zhu Yan, it's someone from the government!"
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