The princess is killing like crazy again

"Hahahaha." Xiao Yurong got very close to Li Yaozhi and leaned on Li Yaozhi's shoulder while laughing.

Her breath sprayed on Li Yaozhi's shoulders, and her breath was as fragrant as orchid.

The skin on Li Yaozhi's neck was terribly hot, but he was still kneeling on the ground, raising his hand to support Xiao Yurong who was smiling and leaning against him.

Xiao Yurong liked to tease him since he was a child.

Isn't it cute to see a beautiful child blushing from head to toe just because you say a few words to her? Isn't it nice to like her?

"Shao Yan has such intention. Since he has offered himself to me, it would be a pity if I did not take him with such a pretty face." Xiao Yurong put her arms around Li Yaozhi's neck and said with a smile.

Li Yaozhi hugged Xiao Yurong's waist and lifted him up, "Your Highness, if you have mercy on me, Shao Yan will not refuse even if he dies."

It was raining outside again, and the air was thick and stuffy, so that the lotus flowers in the pond were all tufted with red petals, as if they wanted to speak but could not.

Suddenly, heavy raindrops fell, splashing down on the swaying figure, leaving an ambiguous red mark.

The room was filled with black and white pieces scattered all over the floor, and the clothes were in disarray.

A sound similar to crying was faintly heard.

Xiao Yurong didn't even remember whether it was daybreak when they finished. Anyway, Li Yaozhi called for water, carried her to wash her, and then put her on the bed.

Li Yaozhi usually behaved too elegantly, and Xiao Yurong almost forgot that he was both a man of letters and a man of war, and he was also an expert in military strategy.

But even so, Xiao Yurong still sensed his forbearance and restraint, and he was gentle and considerate in everything and took care of her feelings.

He endured until his breathing became disordered and his eyes were red, and he asked her softly: "Your Highness, does it hurt?"

No matter how intimate they had done, Li Yaozhi was still kneeling beside her bed watching over her last night.

In fact, Xiao Yurong didn’t really understand what Li Yaozhi was sticking to. It was the same with Li Yaozhi before.

When she was bathing, Li Yaozhi stood behind her behind the curtain.

When she got up to change clothes, Li Yaozhi would get her clothes and put them on her shoulders, but he would always keep his eyes on her nose, her mouth, and her heart, and his gaze would never drift.

Overstepping, but restrained.

It seems to be based on emotion and ended with etiquette, but it has already exceeded the limit.

Xiao Yurong had never understood Li Yaozhi's thoughts in the first place, and she didn't understand them even more when she slept until noon the next day.

Even though Li Yaozhi was very restrained and considerate, Xiao Yurong still felt uncomfortable all over.

Li Yaozhi helped Xiao Yurong get down from the bed, his eyes worried, "Your Highness, do you want to ask the imperial physician to come and take a look?"

"Would you like to let the imperial physician know what you did last night?" Xiao Yurong glanced at him, "Can you use your gifted brain?"

Li Yaozhi lowered his head and stopped talking, his ears were red and he looked a little shy.

Xiao Yurong sighed and pinched her waist.

Even with all the restraint she has shown, what will happen to her today if Li Yaozhi shows no mercy at all?

Li Yaozhi could understand Xiao Yurong's every word and action most of the time.

He stretched out his hand and kneaded Xiao Yurong's sore waist, "Your Highness, you are taking a day off today, so you should have a good rest. Lunch has been ordered and will be here soon."

His technique was experienced and he used just the right amount of force, and it was obvious that he had done this kind of thing many times.

"Did you miss breakfast?" Xiao Yurong asked.

Li Yaozhi smiled, "Your Highness didn't have breakfast, how can Shao Yan be useful?"

"It's already like this, and you're still talking to me about these empty formalities." Xiao Yurong was quite helpless about Li Yaozhi's temper since he was a child.

Li Yao just smiled and said nothing.

Sure enough, lunch arrived not long after.

While Cuicui was preparing the meal, her eyes kept glancing at Xiao Yurong and Li Yaozhi.

Yesterday, Li Yaozhi stayed overnight and stayed in Xiao Yurong's room without leaving, although this was a common occurrence in the past.

It’s just that Li Yaozhi ordered water last night, and now everyone in the princess’s mansion knows about it.

However, they were still happy to see Li Yaozhi sleeping with them.

After all, among the men in Chu Le, Li Yaozhi has the best reputation, and the only stain can be said to be Xiao Yurong.

He is the most handsome and virtuous young man from an aristocratic family, and is also Xiao Yurong's childhood sweetheart.

It can be said that the person that everyone in the princess's mansion admires the most is Li Yaozhi.

Even though they always call him "Young Master" from such and such family, Li Yaozhi is the only one who truly and respectfully calls him "Young Master".

Li Yaozhi picked up Xiao Yurong's favorite dishes for her.

"After lunch, come with me to the Wang family." Xiao Yurong said.

Emperor Xiao had been suppressing the title of Wang Fuxuan's father and had not allowed him to inherit it. Not long ago, Wang Fuxuan inherited the title and was conferred the title of marquis.

Marquis of Huailing.

Although this was nothing to Wang Fuxuan, it was also a continuation of the Wang family's status as a royal family with a different surname.

"Your Highness is going to the Huailing Marquis' Mansion, I think he is going to do business." Li Yaozhi said with a smile.

Xiao Yurong nodded and said, "The Princess's Mansion has been spending a lot lately. How can we survive with only outgoings and no incomings? Now the Mansion has to support both staff and lovers. How can we support them with just my salary?"

Li Yaozhi took off the purse from his waist and pushed it in front of Xiao Yurong, "Give all the money from Shaoyan to Your Highness."

"That's not necessary." Xiao Yurong said this, but still took the purse.

She was not polite at all, "If there is a shortage, I will go directly to the Li family to get it."

"Your Highness, why bother so much? Just tell me what you're missing." Li Yaozhi said with a smile.

It was a pleasure to talk and do things with someone like Li Yaozhi, and Xiao Yurong enjoyed the meal very much.

After the meal, Xiao Yurong dressed up and prepared to go to the palace.

Li Yaozhi helped Xiao Yurong with her dressing, and then they traveled together in a carriage.

On the way to Wang's house, I encountered a commotion and there seemed to be chaos ahead.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yurong, who always loved to join in the fun, poked his head out and asked.

Li Yaozhi did not ride a horse and rode with Xiao Yurong, so Cuicui had to ride a horse.

Hearing Xiao Yurong's question, Cuicui quickly replied: "Princess, there is a commotion ahead."

"Go and see what's going on." Xiao Yurong happened to have nothing important to do at the moment.

Cuicui ordered her followers to investigate and came back to report: "Princess, a young man sold himself to bury his mother."

We are used to hearing about girls selling themselves to bury their fathers in opera scripts, so it is rare to see a young man selling himself to bury his mother.

Xiao Yurong became interested.

Cuicui continued, "The young master of the Imperial Censor's family took a fancy to her and wanted to take her home as a male concubine, but the young man refused and only said that he was willing to be a slave but not to serve others with his beauty."

"Chief Censor? His son again?" Xiao Yurong was stunned.

Li Yaozhi coughed twice.

If it was true, he was also using his beauty to please Xiao Yurong, and Xiao Yurong had joked with him about this before.

"Yes, Princess, you don't know that the sons of the Censor-in-Chief are all useless." Cuicui said, "Now that the young man is unwilling, the Censor-in-Chief's man intends to take him back by force."

"This Chief Censor is really good at educating people. The one who raped women before, this one rapes men now." Xiao Yurong raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Xiao Yurong originally didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but since it was her mortal enemy's business, she had to intervene.

"Go and take a look." Xiao Yurong got out of the car.

Li Yaozhi followed.

Xiao Yurong walked forward a few steps and saw a young man with a delicate face and pitiful appearance kneeling beside a straw mat, holding a Hujia in his hand, with his head down and silently shedding tears.

With his eyebrows and eyes being too soft, and the tails of his eyes being hooked and upturned, and dyed a deep red like peach blossoms, his appearance could even be described as charming.

Isn't this the famous head girl of Xianggu Pavilion in later generations? Even if you spend a lot of money, you can't buy his smile, and now he is a poor little girl who sells himself to bury his mother.

In his previous life, Xiao Yurong had seen him become the top performer once, but it seemed that he was not that simple. The entire Xianggu Pavilion belonged to him.

"I'm not saying anything bad about the Chief Censor, but how could he be so incapable of disciplining his children? After one died, he dared to let the rest out to continue doing evil." Xiao Yurong said dimly.

The son of the Chief Censor, who had just arrogantly told the young man to kneel down and lick his ass, turned around, his chubby face full of anger, "Who do you think you are? How dare you point fingers at me?"

He walked forward with two thumps, "What do you mean? Are you interested in this guy too?"

"Your Highness, do you want to report to His Majesty?" Li Yaozhi said at the right moment from behind Xiao Yurong.

"Your Highness?" A trace of doubt flashed across the fat man's fat face, and then contempt returned to its original state.

He should be just a member of a fallen royal family, nothing to be afraid of.

Xiao Yurong said with a smile: "Why bother my father? Since I was punished for shooting the son of the Chief Censor, wouldn't it be a good thing to shoot two of them now?"

She smiled and said sinister words that made people shudder.

The fat man reacted now, and the instinctive fear in his blood made him, a good-for-nothing to begin with, tremble.

He trembled as he spoke: "You, you are Princess Zhaoyang?"

"So what?" Xiao Yurong blew on his nails leisurely and said, "Killing you now would be a good thing, wouldn't it? Your brother will not be lonely in the afterlife because he has someone to accompany him."

Li Yaozhi cooperated and pretended to turn around, "Shao Yan, go get the bow and arrows for His Highness."

The son of the Chief Censor had already fallen to his knees, wailing with tears streaming down his face: "Princess, spare me! Princess, spare me! I won't dare to do it again!"

He took the opportunity to glance at the young man who was still kneeling next to him and quickly pulled him over, "If the princess wants this boy, just take it! The princess can have whatever she wants!"

His force was so great that he tore the boy's already ragged clothes into shreds, revealing a piece of snow-white skin.

Sensing the gazes of the people around him, the young man's face turned pale. He hurriedly pulled up his torn clothes to cover himself and lowered his head even lower.

"When did he become yours? What do you mean you can take it if you want it?" Xiao Yurong said indifferently, "Isn't he still selling himself here to bury his mother?"

The fat man raised his face, which was covered with snot and tears, and looked at Xiao Yurong blankly.

Xiao Yurong was already getting impatient and said to Yu Shu, "Just throw him to Jingzhao Yin. He looks like a fat pig and is always making trouble. It's annoying just to watch him."

"Yes." Yu Shu immediately grabbed the fat man by the collar, ignored the followers who tried to stop him, and dragged him away quickly, without obstructing Xiao Yurong's eyes at all.

Xiao Yurong turned her head to look at the tearful young man. The beauty's tears were like pear blossoms in the rain, which was pleasing to the eye.

So Xiao Yurong's tone softened a little: "What's your name?"

"Xiaoduo." The boy spoke with his head down.

It was like a girl's nickname, not even a formal name, but he had been called that for more than ten years.

I guess he didn't like it deep down, but no one gave him a new name.

"Du Xi." Xiao Yurong said, "You can call yourself this from now on."

"The only way is to save myself and go to Ximing." She actually said it casually, just because it looks good and sounds nice.

It was as casual as naming a kitten or a puppy, but Duxi was still very happy.

Only at this moment did he have his own name and look like a real person.

Still a nice name.

"Du Xi thanks the princess for giving me the name." Du Xi held the Hujia and knelt down to express his gratitude.

He lowered his head, his soft hair sticking to his neck, and his posture was humble.

Any girl with a soft heart would feel distressed when seeing this.

"You are selling yourself to bury your mother. How much silver do you want?" Xiao Yurong asked.

"Five taels." Du Xi lowered his head even lower, as if he found it difficult to speak.

If one is not desperate, who would be willing to bend down and kneel for a few pieces of silver?

But no one looked up to him because he looked like a woman and he was laughed at as a gigolo since he was a child.

They were unwilling to even let him do the odd and dirty jobs.

His father made him learn music, chess, calligraphy, painting, music, singing and dancing, poetry and songs since he was young, and learn those shameful jobs from the brothels and pavilions.

The purpose is to sell him to a powerful and homosexual person. At worst, he can be sold to Xianggu Pavilion for a good price.

He and his mother were not relieved until his father got drunk and fell to death on the stairs.

Unfortunately, his mother died of illness soon, leaving him alone in this world. He had no skills and was not accepted by people in the society.

He can do nothing. He can only play the Hujia, sing songs and give massages, but all the skills he has learned are used to please men with his beauty.

He couldn't bear to see his mother die in such an undignified way. He had seen too many people wrapped in straw mats and thrown into mass graves, their bodies eaten by wild dogs.

But the family couldn't afford a single penny, and they had sold everything that could be sold, leaving him with only the Hujia.

He knelt and knocked on the door of every neighbor in Yongxingfang, begging them to lend him some money to bury his mother's body, but they all refused.

Du Xi really had no other choice but to think of such a desperate idea as selling himself to bury his mother.

Xiao Yurong curled her lips and said, "Give it to him."

Cuicui quickly took out the money and handed it to Duxi.

Xiao Yurong turned around and was about to leave. Du Xi stared at her back in a daze, then quickly got up and chased after her.

He held the Hujia in his arms, knelt down in front of Xiao Yurong with a plop, and kowtowed to him three times.

"I will never forget your kindness, Princess." Du Xi raised his head, tears in his eyes, "Please, Princess, take me in. I am willing to serve you like a slave."

Xiao Yurong seemed very interested and asked, "What can you do?"

"I, I..." Du Xi stuttered, unable to speak.

What he knows are all shameful and unpresentable things.

He hunched his shoulders more and more, as if he was going to sink into the dust.

He is a creature who is not worthy of being in public and is born lowly, yet he actually dreams of serving the princess. He is really dreaming.

The few words he said while kneeling in front of Xiao Yurong had already exhausted all of Du Xi's courage.