The Self-cultivation of a Salted Fish Concubine

An extraordinarily handsome man stood beside Xie Run without him noticing.

The man's eyes were like ink and his eyebrows were like paintings, and he had a romantic and unrestrained appearance.

But the noble and cold air brewing between his brows instantly suppressed that romantic charm, adding a bit of the solemn bearing of a noble.

It turned out that it was Yuli who called the prince, and the prince really came.

Xie Run was no fool either, and he immediately bowed and said, "This servant greets His Majesty."

King Jing glanced at Xie Run and said, "The rain came suddenly. I happened to be passing by and took shelter from the rain. I never expected to hear such words."

Xie Run felt a little regretful and wanted to take back what he had just said.

If King Jing heard this and never came to Linxuan Pavilion again, her life would be difficult in the future.

Although she really didn't want to sleep with the king, she was King Jing's concubine. If she couldn't serve the king, she was afraid that her good days would be over.

Xie Run was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead, and he gritted his teeth and went for it.

"This servant... This servant is worried about the prince's health. It's not that I don't hope that the prince will come to see me."

Xie Run has delicate facial features, and her beauty is yet charming, with a pair of typical peach blossom eyes.

His eyes were distinctly black and white, clear and endearing, the kind that the legendary dog had deep affection for.

She was anxious and angry at the moment, with a faint blush on her cheeks. Her natural charm seemed to come out from her bones and entangle people's hearts.

At first glance, King Jing was satisfied with Xie Run's appearance.

Now seeing her say such shameless words in public, King Jing was a little annoyed, but couldn't help feeling a little satisfied.

It's probably the inherent inferiority of men.

King Jing: "Alright. Please help me bathe and change clothes first!"

Xie Run stood up and followed King Jing into the room, walking almost at the same time.

There is always one thing on my mind.

She was going to help King Jing bathe and change clothes? Wouldn't that mean she had to see King Jing's body?

Although I know that this is a matter of time, knowing and doing are two different things.

Xie Run prepared himself mentally for a long time, but when he saw King Jing opening his arms and waiting for him to change clothes, his mind went blank.

Xie Run was panicking inside, but he managed to keep calm on the surface. He went forward and fiddled with King Jing's belt. After a while, he finally untied it and then helped him take off his clothes.

While King Jing was entering the bathtub, she glanced at his slender waist with six clearly defined abdominal muscles.

At just one glance, Xie Run's cheeks flushed. He quickly found an excuse to turn around and get a handkerchief, while turning his back to King Jing and pretending to tidy up his clothes.

King Jing leaned lazily in the bucket, taking in all of Xie Run's panicked expressions, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

You said Mrs. Xie was timid, but she dared to say shameless words in public.

You say she is brave, but now she wishes she could just hide her head in her shell like a turtle.

Perhaps because he thought Xie Run had an interesting personality, King Jing didn't make things difficult for her. "You go out and serve first. Call Shi'an in."

Xie Run breathed a sigh of relief and bowed quickly, "I'll go call Eunuch Shi'an right away."

Prince Jing raised his eyebrows. What did Xie's relieved expression mean?

He is not a lustful person either.

In broad daylight, what else could he do to Xie?

King Jing felt a little unhappy.

After taking a bath and changing clothes, he sat on the couch, sipping tea slowly without saying anything.

As a concubine, Xie Run had to stand and serve this master at this time.

Since King Jing didn't say anything, Xie Run could only stand aside and listen to his orders. The heavy and oppressive atmosphere around him made Xie Run feel a little nervous.

Xie Run pondered for a moment before mustering up the courage to speak: "It's still early for dinner. Your Highness, what are you going to do to kill time?"

After saying this, Xie Run shut up, appearing to be very sensible.

King Jing glanced at her, with a half-smile, "What are you good at?"

Xie Run was silent for a while, "Qinqi calligraphy and painting, poetry, wine, flowers and tea..."

King Jing raised his eyebrows, finding it quite interesting: "Are you good at all of them?"

Xie Run smiled, "I've only learned it roughly, not thoroughly."

King Jing: "..."

Xie Run complained in his heart that it would be a miracle if she was good at everything.

The original owner was just the daughter of a scholar. She was able to learn things because her parents loved her. If she wanted to master something, which one did not require money and connections?

A little research would reveal that Xie Run had no reason to lie about this.

King Jing thought that Xie was quite interesting.

She dared to bring up such things in front of him. Wasn't she afraid that he would dislike her for it?

Putting down the teacup in his hand, King Jing said calmly, "Do you have any good ideas?"

Xie Run: "...Prince, how about I play chess with you?"

Music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and camellia, in his previous life, Xie Run was lying on the hospital bed and only studied Go.

When she first played Go online, she was defeated time and time again. In anger, she looked for strategy guides and learned a lot of knowledge and skills.

The original owner, Xie Run, only had entry-level skills in all aspects. After thinking about it for a long time, Xie Run felt that his chess skills were good enough to show off.

Soon, the maids set up the chessboard.

Xie Run said tactfully, "Your Majesty, are you playing black?"

The black piece goes first, but this honorable gentleman must not be allowed to take the black piece.

King Jing did not refuse and quickly took a black piece and placed it down. Xie Run sat upright, staring at the chessboard, looking ready for battle.

King Jing saw her like this and thought Xie Run must be quite skilled at chess. However, he did not expect that the whole game would end in just a quarter of an hour.

King Jing had a complicated expression.

Xie Run's face was also full of embarrassment, "This servant is not very good at learning skills."

King Jing nodded: "Indeed, I am not very good at it."

After all, Xie Run did not have the kind of respect and fear that the ancients had for their superiors, and he also had a spirit of not wanting to admit defeat in his bones.

"Your Majesty, could you please give me some pointers? I don't believe I'll lose the next round so quickly!"

In the past, she only learned theoretical knowledge online, and her actual opponents were mostly human-machine and novices. Xie Run felt that she still had a lot of room for improvement.

King Jing suddenly heard this request and looked a little strange. "You want me to teach you how to play chess?"

Xie Run explained seriously, "...it's guidance. Your Highness is a master of chess, and even if I can learn a little bit, it will be of great benefit to me."

Having been lying in bed for more than ten years, Xie Run is well aware of the essence of pleasing people.

She softened her voice, a little aggrieved, and said coquettishly: "From now on, I won't be despised when I play chess with the prince."

Xie Run is only sixteen now, at the age of her youth and charm. When she acts coquettishly, she is lovable. For King Jing, this is also a kind of pleasure in the boudoir.

King Jing nodded and casually pointed out the problem with Xie Run's chess play just now.

Seeing that Xie Run was listening attentively and occasionally asked a few questions, all of which were meaningful and seemed to have really listened, he said a few more words.

By the time the second game came, Xie Run had obviously improved.

At least I never made the same mistakes in the first game again, and I was able to hold on a little longer.

Perhaps everyone has a desire to teach others. King Jing felt a sense of accomplishment and no longer gave instructions to Xie Run with a look of disgust on his face.

After a dozen games of chess, it was dark.

Eunuch Shi'an couldn't help but stepped forward and reminded: "Master, it's time to eat."

King Jing dropped the chess piece, still with a hint of reluctance: "Use it."

When he looked up, he saw Xie Run staring at the chessboard, thinking, as if he wanted to get into the chessboard and break the game.

King Jing couldn't help but laugh, "You're so serious, do you want to hire a master to teach you?"

Xie Run looked up and realized that it was dark outside. His brain was unable to react for a moment and his speech was incoherent.

"Your Highness, you must eat now, or you'll starve. It's getting dark."

King Jing got off the couch and let Eunuch Shi'an wait on him. "It's a pity you noticed it was getting dark."

Xie Run smiled foolishly to hide the embarrassment on his face.

Dan Tao went forward to collect the chessboard, but Xie Run stopped her: "Don't move, don't mess up the chessboard. I still need to study tonight."

Dan Tao was stunned and thought to herself that your task tonight is to serve the prince.

How can you say such words?!