Chapter 297 Wormwood
Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, and today the festive atmosphere in the Princess Mansion has gradually arrived.
The maids were busy around. After Qin Lang helped for a while, he wanted to wait for Su Yinping to take a bath before continuing to work together, but in fact, after waiting for a long time, Tuotao didn't come. Let's go to the hot spring to inquire about it. It's always "fast, fast", which makes Qin Lang really convinced.
Well, women are trouble.
It takes Baal a lot of trouble to take a bath, and even more trouble to clean up after taking a bath.
This is usually the case, but it gets even worse during Mulan Tang.
Qin Lang was thinking about going to the hot spring to see it in person, but as soon as he walked nearby, he seemed to hit an invisible wall, and soon several sound transmissions also sounded in his mind:
“You dare to rebel against Qin Lang, do you dare to do something wrong even with me here?”
“Qin Lang, Qin Lang, I have spoken for you, it’s all their fault for stopping me. I won’t let you come with me.”
Qin Lang was shocked to learn that Su Yinping was not the only one who was in Mulantang early in the morning. The empress was also there, as was Zhuo Beibei. I don’t know when I went there, but I probably got up on the front foot and she slipped over on the back foot.
In that case, Gu Jin must be here too.
But Qin Lang can understand it easily when Gu Jin and Zhuo Beibei are here, but this empress...there is a hot spring in the palace, so she insists on coming here...
"Hey, it must be the baby Miss me~"
Qin Lang thought secretly, he was very thick-skinned, but the area around the hot spring was restricted, so Qin Lang couldn't even care about the girls, so he stroked Fu Lao Yao returned to his room and waited.
……
As a result, Qin Lang waited until he got out of bed. Because he had started working since he got up early this morning, he unknowingly fell asleep while lying on the bed.
Although with his body and martial arts, this little work is not too tiring, but falling asleep in a relaxed state is also a characteristic of youth.
"Qin Lang Qin Lang——~"
"..."
In fact, I didn't sleep for long after returning to the cage. Qin Lang returned to Tianshan in his dream. I was reluctantly stuffing big rice dumplings into my mouth by my senior sister, when I heard the familiar childish shouts coming from far and near.
Snap——!
"Qin Lang~ wake up~!"
The door was pushed open suddenly, Qin Lang frowned, wrapped himself in a quilt and turned over instinctively.
This guy is really good at choosing the right time. At least he waits until he is full in his dream... Bah! ...At least wait until you reject your senior sister righteously in the dream and say goodbye before you wake up?
“Pig-headed brat, didn’t you come to the hot spring that time? Why did you fall asleep again?”
"Shut up...I'm back..."
"No, get up quickly, I need to change my clothes."
"Change yourself..."
"No!"< br>
"Tsk...I said you guys have been lounging in the hot spring for a long time, why didn't you even change your clothes..."
Qin Lang held his forehead and turned around. Before he could open his eyes, his face felt suddenly warm.
Zhuo Beibei undoubtedly stepped down on this familiar palm-sized tenderness.
But what is very different from before is that the little feet of Third Senior Sister today not only have a special fabric smell in the smell, but also have a special layer of silky smoothness in the touch. Qin Lang subconsciously He raised his hand and touched it, and immediately felt a slight rustling sound.
“?”
This feeling…
It's strange to say it's strange, because it's really not common.
It can be said that it is familiar. Qin Lang is really familiar with it. It seems that one night not long ago, he also felt it on the legs and feet of the empress...
Not only Qin Lang himself After feeling it, Qin Xiaolang also felt refreshed...
As a result, Qin Lang suddenly stood up when he thought of something, opened his eyes, and was stunned.
What comes into view is a pair of slender legs wrapped in hazy white gauze. Because of this layer of gauze, the little girl's legs appear more symmetrical and flawless, and some places, such as the heels, Toes, knees, indescribable parts, etc., are still faintly showing the pink color they should have, making Zhuo Beibei standing on the bed like a fairy in the mist.
Especially her little feet, which were so full that they could be grasped, were wrapped in this layer of docile white gauze, and they looked like snow-white glutinous rice dumplings. They looked even more delicious, which greatly increased Qin Lang's appetite.
Gulu...
"You...you..."
Qin Lang's throat moved, and he suppressed the urge to eat and watch for now:
< br>“…where did your… stockings… come from?”
"This is a gift from my junior sister~ Well, should I say it, it is quite comfortable to wear. There are many colors, black, white, and it is said that there are also purple and red, but the rarest ones are the ones that are very close to real skin. The skin color...Huh? By the way, how do you know what this is?"
"Nonsense."
Qin Lang caught one of Zhuo Beibei's little white feet and played with it carefully. While saying:
"I designed this from the beginning, in Yangzhou."
"Oh..."
Zhuo Beibei thought for a while and had the impression that Su Yupan also mentioned it two days ago:
"Huh, no wonder you kid is so easy to provoke women, but a man can study such a thing... Tsk, pervert. , don’t touch it.”
Zhuo Beibei rolled his eyes at Qin Lang, took his feet out of his hands, knelt on the bed, put his legs together and rubbed them, they felt slippery. It's really comfortable, and it's very elastic and has excellent wrapping properties. When you pull it up a little and then release it, it snaps back and the fabric doesn't deform at all.
But having said that, this thing...it really seems like Master has worn it before. Zhuo Beibei felt this way when he saw silk stockings on the Empress for the first time. The Empress also felt the same, but at that time the Empress was wearing skin-colored stockings. Now that Zhuo Beibei put on white stockings himself, he couldn't help but become more suspicious. , the master in my impression also wore similar things back then...
"Bei..."
"What are you doing?"
"What, so you guys are spending a long time at the hot spring studying stockings?"
< br>"Yes."
"That means that Yin Ping and the others...are also wearing them?"
"..."
This pervert, Zhuo Beibei now has reason to question that Qin Lang's original intention of inventing silk stockings may have been to satisfy some of his personal preferences.
"You will find out later if you go and see for yourself. Now let me comb my hair and get dressed."
Zhuo Beibei said, taking off the thin skirt on his body. Throw it away and sit in front of the dressing table.
When Qin Lang looked at this beautiful little girl who was completely naked but wearing white pantyhose on her lower body, a fire in her belly couldn't help but rise up, so she didn't rush to comb her hair or anything else. , his big hands hugged Zhuo Beibei from behind her small waist, and carried her directly onto the bed and into the bed.
"You brat...what are you doing? What's the sudden energy?"
Zhuo Beibei grunted and struggled twice, kicking his calves randomly in the air, but he didn't know the good smell coming from the shaking. The breath only made Qin Lang more energetic. After being put into bed, he could only make some humming sounds with the tip of his nose.
......
However, Qin Lang also knew that now was not the best time, so after about two quarters of an hour, Zhuo Beibei escaped from his clutches and groaned angrily. Beat Qin Lang:
"Qin Lang, you little bastard! This is my Dragon Boat Festival gift! You got it dirty as soon as you put it on! You pay!"
"It's bad. It's originally white, so it doesn't stand out...and it won't be better if you wash it afterwards."
That's what Zhuo Beibei said, but Zhuo Beibei still twisted his toes in disgust.
On the delicate soles of the little sect leader's feet, the originally hazy white silk has now been soaked with someone's product and turned transparent. He stretched out his fingertips and wiped it, and a large sticky area was found, which was very uncomfortable.
"Well, you can take it and wash it."
Zhuo Beibei looked at Qin Lang expressionlessly and raised his little feet.
Seeing a few thick silk threads hanging on the wet white toes, Qin Lang's throat felt hot, and he almost couldn't help but press Zhuo Beibei into the bed again.
"Ahem... don't worry, I'll wash it at night when I go to bed."
"Tsk..."
Zhuo Beibei smacked his lips helplessly and inserted his hands into the waist of his pantyhose. Feng was about to take off her white silk stockings, but Qin Lang stopped her:
“No!”
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"Uh...just...just bear with it for a while. Anyway, you are not dusty, so just wear it for now..."
"Eh? If you wear it like this, your shoes won't Also..."
"It's okay, I'll wash it together later"
"..."
So, at the request of his perverted junior brother, Zhuo Beibei wore a shoe full of someone's goods.
Of course it felt weird at first, but after packing it up and wearing it for a while, Zhuo Beibei got used to it. The soles of his feet felt slippery, which was quite fun.
It’s time to play and play, but serious things still need to be done.
After lunch, Qin Lang, the princess and others continued to be busy with the maids in the mansion. After all, the princess' mansion is so big.
……
"Jin'er, you are responsible for tying these sachets to the four corners of the room."
"Bao... uh... Your Majesty, you are responsible for incense."
"Pu Jian returns A little worse, Yin Ping, go get some more calamus."
"And Tao'er, you're in charge of the pomegranate flowers."
"I'll be in charge of tying the red paper."< br>
...
It was obviously the princess's mansion, but Qin Lang acted like the head of a family, assigning tasks one by one.
After the distribution was completed, it was discovered that Zhuo Beibei had nothing to do.
"Qin Lang Qin Lang~ What about me, what about me~ What am I doing?"
"..."
Qin Lang looked at the beautiful little girl with her big eyes blinking, and moved his eyes unconsciously. He subconsciously thought of the sticky white silk feet in her embroidered shoes at this moment, and finally silently handed her a bunch of leaves: < br>
"Today...you will be responsible for the wormwood."
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(End of this chapter)