Hundreds of households in Liaodong, covering the light with one hand

Chapter 57 Qingluo
  When Wang Qi opened his eyes again, the beauty who went to Wushan with him last night had disappeared, leaving only the bed's folds and a touch of bright red.

"hiss!"

As soon as he stood up, he felt a burst of soreness in his waist. It was obvious that the dozens of conquests and whippings last night had left his body a bit too much for the moment.

On the splendid bed, Wang Qi thought for a long time before silently saying: It must be because of the battle in a remote place that the condition is not at its best, which is why the waist is sore! "

Wang Qi could not imagine how Hai Lanzhu, who had experienced this for the first time, endured the pain, put on her clothes and left quietly before she woke up.

Not long after, when Wang Qi was dressed neatly, a maidservant's voice came from outside the tent: "Sir, the servants are waiting for you to wash up..."

"Bring it in," Wang Qi stood on the soft velvet carpet, adjusting his cuffs. A roaring fire was burning in the center of the tent, making the tent unusually warm.

"Thank you, I'll do the washing myself," Wang Qi waved the maids away, wanting to wash himself.

The six slaves were slightly blessed when they heard this, and they all left. Only one slave with a beautiful appearance seemed to struggle a little, lowered his head and did not leave.

"Do you have anything else?" Wang Qi asked suspiciously when he saw that the maid had not left.

"Let me serve you. I can do anything..." The woman's voice was extremely delicate and tender. The little girl in her twenties and eighties, her body trembled slightly when she spoke, and her large-scale round things seemed to be pouring out. The narrow jacket cannot completely cover it.

Wang Qi lowered his eyes and looked at the charming woman kneeling on the ground. His voice had turned cold: "I don't like being served."

"Sir," the woman's voice was sincere. She had already broken the rules by forcing her to stay. If she was kicked out without Wang Qi's mercy, the end would be extremely miserable.

"If you don't like being served by a slave, can you please let me stay in this big tent for a while for the sake of my pitiful slave?" Hearing Wang Qi's voice of refusal, the slave girl burst into tears and felt extremely sad. Pityful.

Wang Qi looked at the maid who was kneeling on the ground and begging, and the coldness in his eyes gradually dissipated.

There are only two ways for a woman to enjoy wealth in this world. One is to be born into a wealthy official family, and the other is to devote herself to a powerful master.

Ninety-nine percent of people have no chance to choose the first path. Only by fighting through the obstacles on the second path, abandoning self-esteem, and climbing up step by step can there be a slim possibility of finding a shelter.

Obviously, the woman in front of Wang Qi struggled for a long time before she dared to try it. After all, after giving up her self-esteem, it is as difficult as going to heaven to get it back!
  Wang Qi asked himself, did he come here to be a saint?
  After a while, Wang Qi's voice was still cold: "Let's go and tidy the bed first."

"Thank you, sir. Wish you all the best." After hearing this, the woman hurriedly wiped her tears, kowtowed on the ground a few times, got up and washed her hands before going to the bed to clean up.

Ignoring the woman, Wang Qi always washed up quickly in the morning. After a while, he wiped the water stains on his face with a white cotton handkerchief and was ready to go out.

There are still big things to talk about today. Before Jianzhou receives news of the mission's destruction, Wang Qi must discuss follow-up plans with Horqin: how to face the possible counterattack from Jianzhou, and how to face Chaha to the west. Intrusion from your tribe?
  The alliance between Horqin and Daming is only the first step. How to stabilize the alliance is what really needs to be done later!

Wang Qi doesn’t want this cooperation to be stillborn!

"Sir," when Wang Qi was about to step out of the tent, the maidservant's Nuonuo voice came.

Wang Qi turned to look, and saw the maid's soft and boneless body kneeling gently on the ground, her hands raised high, holding a piece of white brocade handkerchief, and the bright red blood had soaked through the fabric.    That was left by Hai Lanzhu last night.

Wang Qi looked at the maid in front of him who was willing to give up his self-esteem and climb up, and thought of Hai Lanzhu. The little girl's mind was too simple. She had not experienced so many broken mountains and rivers, turbulent clouds, and had no insight. Experience the cruelty and bloodshed of the palace power struggle.

Maybe she needs such a person by her side to remind her how to protect herself, how to seize power, and how to become a superior person that everyone fears.

"What's your name?" Wang Qi's eyes moved away from the brocade handkerchief and fell on the woman's face.

The maidservant trembled for a while, then became firm again, as if she had made up her mind: "Slave... I have a low reputation and cannot be heard by the young master."

Wang Qi's lips curved slightly when he heard this. As a man of two generations, he naturally understood what a maidservant meant. He lowered his head and saw the green knot on her wrist and said, "From now on, you will be called Qingluo."

"Qing Luo, thank you for the name, Master." Qing Luo raised the blood-stained brocade handkerchief in her hand higher, and buried her head deeper. From Wang Qi's point of view, her figure was breathtaking The blood surges.

"From now on, you will stay with Hai Lanzhu and take care of her with peace of mind. I will contact you if anything happens," after saying that, Wang Qi ignored Qing Luo and left.

Listening to Wang Qi's footsteps walking away, Qingluo slowly picked up her head and stared blankly at Wang Qi's retreating back. She was panic-stricken at first, and then her charming eyes gradually became firm. She slowly closed the brocade handkerchief in her palm, and then put it aside. Yu Che: One day, Qingluo will become the superior!
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The big account where Hai Lanzhu is located.

Looking at the white brocade handkerchief in her hand, and remembering the ridiculous words and shameful actions last night, Hai Lanzhu felt a strange blush on her face, and waves of heat seemed to come from her body.

After a long while, Hailanzhu looked at the woman kneeling quietly under the tent: "Your name is Qingluo? This is not a name commonly used by Horqin Mongolians. It looks like a Han Chinese."

"The words you sent back to Gege were given to me by your master this morning," Qingluo replied softly without hiding anything.

"Did he name you personally?" Hai Lanzhu blinked his watery eyes. He was confused at first, and then said with a half-smile: "It's just a simple matter of one sentence. He wants to help a beautiful woman not to be bullied. You know?" Sent to seek asylum here in Bengege.”

Qing Luo knelt there with her head lowered, looking obedient and obedient, as if she knew she had made a mistake and remained silent.

"Well, since you can catch his eye, it's your own ability. I happen to be short of a girl with quick hands and feet here. Just stay by my side and wait for my orders outside the tent."

"Thank you very much, Gege, and long blessings to Gege," Qingluo was overjoyed when she heard this and hurriedly thanked Hailanzhu again.

"Okay, it's not my intention, go down," Hai Lanzhu waved his hand.

Hai Lanzhu's idea is very simple. Since Wang Qi intends to let this maid stay with her, she has no reason to refuse.

As for what Wang Qi wants to do? Hai Lanzhu has no interest in knowing, and she will not doubt or suspect anything.

Not long after, Qing Luo was taken away, leaving Hai Lanzhu sitting alone in the tent. She sat there blankly for a long time, then picked up the brocade handkerchief, her mind gradually wandering.

(End of this chapter)