Seeing Jiang Jingchuan come in, Nanny Yang quickly stood up and saluted.
Tu Qingyu didn't want to pay any attention to him at all. He lay down on the bed and pulled the quilt over his chest, leaving only the back of his head exposed to him.
Nanny Yang was extremely anxious when she saw this. How could her master become so arrogant because of her favor?
It was already out of line that he did not go to pay his respects to the Crown Princess today, and now he is being so rude to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
But since His Highness was there, she couldn't warn him out loud and could only secretly glance at the Crown Prince's face.
Fortunately, His Highness doesn't seem to blame me. Not only does he not blame me, he seems quite happy?
"Has Liangyuan had breakfast?"
"Your Highness, the master has not yet gotten up to wash." Nanny Yang bowed and replied.
"Go down and prepare breakfast."
"promise."
After everyone left, Jiang Jingchuan sat on the bed and reached out to pull her quilt down. "Get up, wash up, and have breakfast."
Seeing that the person didn't move, he reached out and tried to pry him over. Without using much force, the person turned over.
He saw the beauty on the bed was already in tears. He almost stopped breathing and asked, "Why are you crying?"
"Don't bother me so early in the morning." He reached out his hand to wipe her tears. "If you don't want to get up and wash up, that's fine. I didn't have enough fun last night, so I don't mind doing it with you again this early in the morning!"
He thought this threat would work like last time, after all, she cried so hard last night.
I definitely don't want to do it again in the short term.
Unfortunately, it didn't happen. Instead, the little girl cried even harder.
"You, you are so bad. I begged you, how could you, how could you do this..." After accusing her, she whispered, "It hurts..."
This soft accusation, choked with sobs, almost made him lose his guard.
He leaned over and picked her up, ignoring her struggles and placed her on his lap.
Then he let her lean on his arms, patted her back gently, and coaxed her, "It's me, Menglang. This is your first time, I should have been more considerate. Talk to your husband, where does it hurt?"
It's true that practice makes perfect. He is becoming more and more proficient in using these words and actions to coax people.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, but at least she wasn't crying so hard, he said again: "Yu'er? Talk to your husband?"
"No, don't call me Yu'er." She choked.
"What's that name? Jiaojiao? Guaibao? Baoer?"
Oh my god, what a disgusting name! How could the prince even say that?
"No!" She twisted her body, trying to break free from his arms in protest.
The next moment, the man holding her breath became heavy, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't move!"
She froze there, not daring to move.
After a long while, he spoke again, "Get up and wash up so you can have breakfast. If you don't want to wash up, we can do something else. Do you understand?"
She nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and he put her down with satisfaction, praising her, "Yu'er is awesome."
Tu Qingyu complained to Dabao in his heart: "If it weren't for my luck, I wouldn't want to tolerate this prince at all."
Names like Jiaojiao, Guaibao, and Yuer are very good, and have the flavor of the old-fashioned domineering CEOs.
Dabao soothed him, "Don't be angry, young master. This is all for the mission. Think about the good fortune that has befallen your soul this morning."
Tu Qingyu thought about it, almost grinning, and finally said seriously: "You are right, it's all for luck."
During breakfast, Nanny Yang was stunned when she saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince picking up side dishes and checking the temperature.
The words he wanted to remind his master to serve His Highness breakfast got stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them.
Is this the reason why the master is so arrogant because of his favor?
If this is true, then he does have some capital to become arrogant due to his favor.
After breakfast, Jiang Jingchuan returned to the main hall to handle government affairs. When he came back in the evening, he was holding a small jar of ointment in his hand.
He waved everyone away and said, "I didn't expect you to apply the medicine obediently. Come here, I will apply the medicine for you."
He sat directly on the couch and patted the spot beside him.
Tu Qingyu's expression was as if struck by lightning. Apply medicine? Was this the kind of medicine she was thinking of?
To be precise, was it the method she wanted to use to apply the medicine?
"What's wrong?" Jiang Jingchuan raised his eyelids to look at her, "You don't feel any pain anymore? If it doesn't hurt..."
"It hurts!" she blurted out, then blushed and lowered her head before repeating, "...it hurts."
Obviously, she understood what His Royal Highness the Crown Prince meant, and said that she would rather apply medicine than do it again.
This is the bad thing about this character. The prince has a lot of luck, and she can't wait to take him to bed every day.
But on the surface she has to maintain the image of a pure little white rabbit, tsk.
She moved over little by little, and then she was stripped naked again and lay on the bed.
Jiang Jingchuan saw that every inch of the little girl's body was turning red.
Applying the medicine was even more embarrassing than last night.
Tu Qingyu bit her lip, trying not to make any sound, but when his hands pressed on some places, she couldn't help but hum softly.
The prince paused for a moment while applying the medicine, his eyes became deep, and after a moment, he moved his hand away as if nothing had happened.
He told himself in his heart that he should be more restrained, as he still had to go to pay his respects to the Crown Princess tomorrow morning.
She hasn't gone today. If I don't let her go tomorrow, it wouldn't be pampering her, but harming her.
After applying the medicine, he picked up the underwear next to him and put it on the person.
This was another pleasure he discovered after washing and dressing Tu Qingyu last night.
Dressing Tu Qingyu, feeding her, and teaching her to write touched a secret spot in his heart.
He once again realized that Tu Qingyu belonged to him completely.
She has no family or relatives behind her, only him.
Put on your clothes, put the person into bed and wrap him with the quilt.
He also changed into his underwear, lay down, and held the person in his arms.
This is another novel experience that I have never had before.
In the past, he would either invite someone to sleep with him and send her back after the service, or he would go to the women's residences, and after making love, each of them would have their own quilt, and he never crossed the line.
The women in the harem are all ladies from wealthy families, and they even follow the rules when sleeping.
The sleeping position is fixed, straight and straight, without any deviation from the norm.
Unlike Tu Qingyu, who resisted him as much as she did last night, she would follow the source of heat and roll into his arms when she fell asleep.
Tu Qingyu, who was being held, struggled symbolically, and after Jiang Jingchuan said in a deep voice, "Don't move," he really stopped moving.
Jiang Jingchuan looked at the woman who was sleeping soundly and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Was she afraid of him or not?
She said she wasn't afraid, but she always resisted his closeness during the day.
She said she was scared, but she fell asleep so quickly even though he was lying next to her.
The next morning, not long after Jiang Jingchuan went to the morning court, Tu Qingyu was woken up.
"Master, it's time to get up and pay your respects to the Crown Princess."
When the late queen was alive, people in the harem only paid their respects on the first and fifteenth day of every month.
The later imperial concubines would naturally not surpass the former queen, and the current crown princess is even more so.
Everyone in the harem goes to pay their respects to the high-ranking officials on the first and fifteenth day of each lunar month, except for newcomers.
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