Mingxiu's foot was still injured that night, so it was impossible for her to do anything inappropriate for children. Right now, Mingxiu was pestering Kangxi to draw some patterns for her.
Kangxi looked at the person hanging on him and swaying back and forth with a headache, feeling helpless. It wasn't that he didn't want to paint, but listen to her description.
Why draw such big eyes when you're drawing a tiger? Why make it look like it's about to cry but has no tears? Why are the tiger's eyelashes so long? Why is its face so round? And why is its body so short? Is this really a tiger? Why would a tiger look so strange?
and!
"Your Majesty, this tiger's face isn't round enough. Also, draw more eyelashes on it, and draw more fur on it, and emphasize the color," Mingxiu chattered on.
Kangxi's temples throbbed with urgency, and he threw down his brush. "Whose painting is this, yours or mine? Besides, find someone else."
Upon hearing Kangxi's voice, Mingxiu quickly grabbed Kangxi's arm and placed the calligraphy brush in his hand.
"I was wrong, Your Majesty, I was wrong. Please, please, I won't say anything, okay?" Mingxiu looked at Kangxi ingratiatingly.
Kangxi glanced at her, then picked up his brush and continued painting.
Mingxiu pouted. If it weren't for the fact that Kangxi's paintings were so beautiful, she wouldn't be here trying to curry favor. Humph!
"And another thing, Your Majesty, these two belts can be made even longer. Just draw some little tigers on them, lying down, sleeping, playing, you name it. Your Majesty, you're the best! I love you the most! You can understand me, right?" Mingxiu said, fawningly massaging Kangxi's back.
Kangxi glanced at her, said nothing, and drew everything according to her request.
Mingxiu was very satisfied with the paper drawn by Kangxi, and words of praise poured out like they were free.
"Your Majesty, you are so amazing! Your painting is so lifelike, it's wonderful! I love it so much!"
"Your Majesty, I love you so much! You are so amazing!"
Kangxi didn't speak, but tilted his head and listened to Mingxiu's praise.
Mingxiu looked at the painting and then at Kangxi, and was very satisfied.
But when Mingxiu went to bed that night, she paid the price for her earlier request.
"Your Majesty, please don't," Mingxiu said, looking at Kangxi somewhat embarrassed.
Emperor Kangxi smiled and said, "How could that be? I think Xiuer is still very energetic. Just use your hands. I won't make things difficult for you."
Mingxiu blushed. Was this not awkward? It was clearly very awkward, but seeing Kangxi's charming expression, she still awkwardly reached out her hand.
Kangxi snorted, his breath hitting Mingxiu's face, making her already flushed cheeks even redder.
After about 45 minutes, Mingxiu's hands were sore that she frowned and refused to continue.
However, Kangxi was still unwilling to let her go. He directly stripped off her light pink undergarment adorned with green plum blossoms, held her in his arms, and continued in a different position.
"Be good, Xiuer, it'll be over soon."
Mingxiu's face flushed red as she faced Kangxi's burning gaze. What was he going to do? Could it be what she was thinking?
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I, I, I can't, no, that's not how it is," Mingxiu stammered.
Kangxi bent down and touched Mingxiu's cheek, speaking softly in her ear. His warm breath enveloped Mingxiu, and feeling his intense scent, Mingxiu trembled uncontrollably.
I felt so weak that my body was completely limp.
Kangxi's hands also roamed over Mingxiu's body, igniting her desires and arousing her emotions.
Mingxiu looked up at him with some discomfort, her seductive gaze making Kangxi's throat tighten and his eyes darken.
Gradually, I started to feel tired after a short while.
Emperor Kangxi closed his eyes, clenched his fists tightly, and sweat beaded on his forehead.
Feeling that Mingxiu was no longer moving, he exerted a little force, and Mingxiu angrily pinched his leg.
After holding her down for about half an hour, Kangxi finally released her completely and took a handkerchief to wipe her clean.
Mingxiu blushed as she looked at Kangxi with a reproachful expression. Her lips were so sore that she didn't want to speak at all.
This man is only concerned about her injury; he clearly wants to play around with her in various ways. He's so despicable! He knows quite a few tricks up his sleeve! Humph!
This man might as well just give her a quick death; this is clearly only for his own pleasure.
She must have read *Jin Ping Mei*, and she knows exactly how he fooled her back then.
She felt embarrassed that he had caught her looking at colored pictures, but now it seems he has been looking at them much more than she has.
Looking at Mingxiu's aggrieved face, Kangxi chuckled and got out of bed to pour her a glass of water so she could rinse her mouth.
Mingxiu looked at her resentfully, then let him clean her up.
Kangxi wore a satisfied smile throughout the entire process.
After helping Mingxiu finish her bath, he put her on the bed, held her waist, and soon fell asleep.
Mingxiu was already asleep by then.
In the morning, upon hearing Liang Jiugong's voice outside, Kangxi slowly opened his eyes and looked at the woman in his arms, facing him with her head not on the pillow, her messy hair hitting her face, and her whole face flushed.
Because she was sleeping on her side, the blanket slipped down a bit, revealing her delicate collarbone and rounded breasts. Kangxi only glanced at her before quickly turning his head away.
He went too far yesterday; Mingxiu's body is covered in marks from yesterday.
He coughed once, tucked the blanket around Mingxiu tightly, and then got up to have someone come in and serve him.
In fact, Mingxiu didn't know that Kangxi only appeared composed now; deep down, he was quite playful. However, due to the weight of state affairs on his shoulders since ascending the throne at a young age, he never had time to play.
Now that the overall situation has finally been stabilized and there are no internal or external troubles, Kangxi naturally began to reveal his true nature a little more.
Otherwise, given Yongzheng's behavior, why would Hongli enjoy playing so much?
It was just a matter of generational inheritance; of course, Kangxi was much more discerning than Hongli.
When Mingxiu woke up in the morning, it was almost noon. As soon as she opened her eyes, someone came in to serve her.
Lifting the blanket, Green Bamboo blushed with embarrassment. How could a virgin like her see this?
Ming Xiu followed the gaze of the green bamboo and looked down at herself.
He twitched his lips hard. Was he a dog?
She could only ignore the marks on her body and let Green Bamboo help her get up.
What can she do? If this were modern times, Mingxiu might be able to vent to her best friend and share her feelings and experiences. But this is ancient times. If Mingxiu dares to utter a single word, it might scare people to death.
After washing up, Green Bamboo helped her to the dining table. Because of her injury, her diet had been very bland, but not unpalatable.
However, Mingxiu, who was used to strong flavors, couldn't adapt to it for a while and could only eat with a blank expression.
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