Chapter 861: Extremely awkward but frank
The moon and stars are sparse, and the night dew is silent.
Zhu Ping'an, who was on duty at night, thought he would have trouble falling asleep, but he didn't expect to fall asleep unknowingly after counting more than a hundred buns.
"Snoring. Snoring."
The snoring sounded rhythmically, echoing the shouts outside the window, playing an endless nocturne.
The little maid Baozi was lying on the bed in the master bedroom. Her head was mushy, and her face was wrinkled more like a bun. She was tossing and turning, staring at the curtain in a daze, staring at the wall in a daze, and burying herself in the pillow in a daze< br>
My head is mushy and my heart is confused.
Tossing and turning.
A pair of small hands hugged the shoulders, rolling to the east of the bed and then to the west of the bed, but no matter how he rolled, the thin blanket on his body was wrapped well.
Because my uncle put the thin blanket on me.
"I may not be able to sleep tonight."
The little maid Baozi thought in her heart as she stared at the curtain in a daze.
Just when Baozi's little maid was thinking this, Zhu Ping'an's rhythmic snoring came over during the night.
Hul. Lu. Hu. Lu.
The little maid Bao Zi couldn’t help but prick up her ears and open her small cherry-like mouth slightly. It turns out that her uncle also snores.< br>
It’s strange
Why do I feel so at ease listening to my uncle’s snoring?
I don’t think about anything anymore in my head, and I don’t think about anything in my heart anymore. My head is no longer mushy, and my heart is no longer confused.
Before, it was like a small boat teetering in a stormy sea.
After my uncle’s snore sounded, the stormy sea seemed to be calm all of a sudden. The originally shaky boat was now sailing quietly in the vast sea. The gentle moonlight shone on the boat and the sea, dyeing it. A ship and a sea of clear light.
No more tossing and turning.
The wrinkled bun face also relaxed and stretched.
The little maid Baozi was lying sideways towards the night watch, like a baby, holding the thin blanket with her hands and feet. Amidst the continuous snoring, she closed her eyes in peace, and took a long Her eyelashes lay flat quietly, and she gradually fell asleep.
I fell asleep quickly.
I don’t know what I dreamed about in my dream.
The bun-shaped face bloomed like a flower, revealing two cute dimples, the corners of the mouth also raised a beautiful arc, and even the black hair seemed to bloom like a flower on the pillow.
"Uncle, please be gentle."
In a quiet bedroom, a girl muttered vague words in her sleep, destined to be unheard by no one.
The next morning, Yin Shi, that is, four or five o'clock.
Zhu Ping'an's biological clock worked, and he opened his eyes on time from his deep sleep. The darkness outside the window gradually faded away, and only a faint sense of light came in. He could see things blurry, and the world seemed to be dark. The splash-ink pictures looked like they had just woken up, and the sounds of girls washing and cleaning the courtyard could be vaguely heard outside.
After opening his eyes, Zhu Pingan stretched out his hands, rubbed his eyes, lifted the thin blanket, and slowly sat up.
After sitting up, Zhu Pingan realized that he was not covered with a thin blanket, but with a piece of clothing.
I am also shirtless, with only shorts on my lower body.
The clothes of the ancients were relatively loose and used much more fabric than modern clothes. It was also hot at night in summer. In order to cool down, Zhu Pingan took off his pajamas, leaving only a pair of shorts. In order to avoid I caught a cold, so I pulled a thin blanket to cover my stomach, so I didn't notice it at the time. When I sat up, I realized that I was covered with a piece of clothing last night.
Pick up the clothes.
Zhu Pingan used the faint light outside the window to see that the clothes in his hands were pink.
Pure cotton.
It looks like it’s still a piece of pajamas.
The clothes worn at night cannot be Li Shu's, and they are half new. It seems that they have been worn and washed many times. With Li Shu's mysophobia, it is impossible to change and wash the same clothes. So many times.
We can narrow the scope of clothes for night duty. They can only be Li Shu’s personal maids. Among the personal maids, Hua’er is the one who works most nights, and Qin’er has also been on duty several times.
There is still a difference in height and weight between the two of them.
Zhu Pingan unfolded his clothes and took a closer look.
Not waiting to see yet.
A scent spread to your nose.
Well
The scent of bathing is mixed with the faint body scent of girls.
The taste is somewhat familiar.
Soon Zhu Pingan remembered that this smell was exactly what came from Hua'er, the little maid of Baozi, when she pushed her down and covered her with a thin blanket last night.
Then, the owner of the clothes is the painting.
Ahem
Although it's a little embarrassing, it's nothing more than covering up with clothes, it won't have any impact.
Besides, if I don’t tell anyone, no one will know. It will be as if it didn’t happen.
Just let it go.
Zhu Pingan coughed in embarrassment and was about to put the clothes aside. But just when Zhu Pingan was about to put the clothes away, he suddenly discovered that the clothes were wet, and his heart was wet. shape traces.
Huh? !
Zhu Ping'an felt his head dizzy, and a voice rang in his heart.
Could it be a wet dream? !
Zhu Pingan glanced down suddenly.
Uh
Sure enough, there was also a heart shape wet on the shorts.
Damn it.
This is really embarrassing.
My great name for the rest of my life.
Zhu Pingan looked up at the window at 45 degrees, his lips twitched slightly, and he took a long breath.
How about destroying the body and eliminating traces? !
no.
Zhu Ping'an shook his head and rejected the idea. If he did this, the little maid Baozi would definitely look for her clothes if she found them missing. Wouldn't it be a big deal?
Washed? !
I don’t have time. Besides, there is a special laundry room in this mansion. Li Shu and the girl are dedicated to washing clothes. Yesterday, she washed a piece of clothes, and Qin’er was still rushing to do it.
If you go to wash Hua'er's pajamas yourself, someone will definitely find out, and then.
What to do?
When Zhu Ping'an was at a loss what to do, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the bedside. Well, there was a set of clean official robes neatly stacked beside the bedside. Arranged in an orderly manner.
Obviously someone came in and put in the clothes he wanted to wear today.
Ahem
In other words, before I woke up this morning, someone had already come in.
Doesn't that mean.
The fact that I covered myself in pajamas to sleep, and even the fact that I had a wet dream, might have been discovered by this person who came in this morning.
It’s not possible, it’s certain.
Zhu Pingan glanced again and found a pair of clean shorts placed in the most conspicuous place among the bedside clothes.
If you didn’t find it, why did you prepare a pair of shorts?
Very embarrassing to think about.
Zhu Pingan suddenly felt that his face was burning badly. If there was a mirror, Zhu Pingan would have found that his face was as red as Guan Gong.
If he were to play Guan Gong on stage, Zhu Pingan would not even need to put on makeup.
When you are extremely embarrassed, you are calm.
The incident in Dongchuang has already happened and nothing can be done to reverse it. Instead, Zhu Ping'an became calm and calm. He took a breath, put Hua'er's pajamas aside, picked up the clothes on the bedside and put them on. Got out of bed.
He walked out of the room as if nothing was wrong. (End of this chapter)