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The barrel is very wide, so two people don't have to be close to each other, but the gap in the middle is not very wide.
Luo Minghuan looked at Junzishu opposite her, who was surrounded by water vapor. Her black hair made her skin fairer, and her face was slightly red.
Luo Minghuan then remembered her previous description of Junzi Shu. Now that description was more concrete. She looked like a soft and cute little Yuanxiao that could be eaten at any time.
Luo Minghuan wanted to pinch a handful of gentleman's books, but he hesitated and did not move.
"Ms. sir, let me rub your back."
The water waves moved forward with Jun Zishu's movements. Luo Minghuan felt a warm body pressing against hers, and something soft pressed against her. She knew what it was as soon as she thought about it.
Luo Minghuan's face turned red quietly and stopped herself from reading the gentleman's book.
Although she didn¡¯t know what she was ashamed of, her breathing became faster unconsciously.
Jun Zishu seemed to be much more at ease. He wiped Luo Minghuan's body with a cloth.
Luo Minghuan reluctantly raised his hand to support her, and then took it back. The slippery skin under his hand seemed to be burning her palm, but she was a little at a loss.
¡°My husband, please wipe it for me too.¡±
Jun Zishu put the cloth towel in the water, turned his back, and pushed his hair to the front, exposing his smooth back.
"Mr. sir."
The girl¡¯s voice was sweet and soft, and she shouted again like a coquettish girl.
Luo Minghuan raised his eyebrows slightly and picked up the cloth towel.
Also, the little nerd calls her to be a grandfather. She is her husband, and the closeness of the husband and wife should have should be. So, there is any shyness.
Luo Minghuan wiped Jun Zishu's back, and Jun Zishu turned around and faced Luo Minghuan face to face.
The atmosphere was unintentionally ambiguous. When the two of them finished cleaning and lay on the bed, the unintentionally touching feeling disappeared.
Luo Minghuan hugged her dumplings and closed her eyes.
Something seems to have changed, but it seems like nothing has changed.
The next day the house was lively again, because the second aunt and the ninth lady were dead.
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Outsiders have lamented that the young master of the Luofu had died of an illness a few days, and not long after his first seven days, his concubine and the young lady were also bitten to death by poisonous snakes.
As for why there are venomous snakes in the house, and they happen to be in the concubine and the lady¡¯s room, that¡¯s weird.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? away
Luo Mansion hung up the white cloth again and covered the mourning hall.
No one went to kneel, and in the end it was the sixth young master who went to kneel all night.
Jun Zishu was led by Luo Minghuan, and the atmosphere at the dinner table was very dull.
Everyone looked at their own dishes and chopsticks, and occasionally someone glanced at Luo Minghuan quietly.
Some servants are not clear about it, and it is impossible for Mrs. Luo and other concubines to be unclear about it.
?????????? Including the fact that Er Yi Niang asked people to let snakes bite Junzi Shu, they also knew everything.
They were horrified that Luo Minghuan was so bold as to directly kill Er Yiniang and Miss Ninth.
What is even more shocking is the indifference shown by Mr. Luo.
Jun Zi Shu ate obediently, occasionally glancing at them, so he probably knew what these people were thinking.
They probably feel that the lives of people with equal status to them, such as the Second Madam and Miss Ninth, are their lives, but the lives of those servants, including her, are not their lives.
Jun Zi Shu¡¯s eyelashes trembled slightly, covering up the deep thoughts inside. When he raised his head again, he still looked confused.
The look on Luo Minghuan's face remained the same, without any change.
If anything has changed, it would be that Luo Minghuan is more interested in Jun Zi Shu. From time to time, she would put a chopstick of Jun Zi Shu¡¯s favorite dish in her bowl and feed Jun Zi Shu to satisfaction.
After eating, Mr. Luo called Luo Minghuan to the study room again, and Jun Zishu followed Ruyun back to the courtyard.
On the way, she passed by Luo Ziqi. After Luo Ziqi passed her again, she stood in front of her.
She looked at Junzi Shu with complicated eyes, as if she wanted to speak but hesitated.
"Do you want to go over? Why don't you go over and get out of the way."
Jun Zishu didn¡¯t understand what she wanted to do, but she blocked the way.
"you¡¡"
Luo Ziqi doesn¡¯t understand, this little fool really cares about Luo Minghuan so much.?
"You just study hard and try to learn business from your father as soon as possible."
Mrs. Luo rubbed her son's head and placed all her hopes on her.
¡°Mom, I still can¡¯t understand.¡±
Luo Ziqi stamped her feet and squeezed her embroidered handkerchief.
"What is there that I can't understand? She is the daughter of the dead man, and she has such an outstanding business talent. If she were a mannot to mention this, if she was in good health, she would have been in this family long ago. After all, your father left her alone, what's so strange about it?"
"But dad doesn't care about the second aunt at all?"
"Men have always been ruthless."
"What about you, mother? Dad always cares about you. Dad always loves you the most. After that person left, he straightened you up."
Luo Ziqi asked without giving up, quite confident in her answer to this question.
Mrs. Luo just showed an expression that was half-smiling, holding a tea cup, which conveyed an unfathomable feeling.
When Luo Ziqi saw her mother like this, she knew she couldn't ask.
¡°Every gentleman knows all these things, but he doesn¡¯t pay much attention to them.
She was still pretending to be stupid on the surface, but she pestered Luo Minghuan more and more every day, quietly waiting for an opportunity.
On the eighth day of December, there is light snow.
This day is the memorial day of Luo Minghuan¡¯s mother.
Luo Minghuan wore a fox fur cloak and dressed up Junzi Shu very warmly.
"Ms. sir, where are we going?"
"Go see my mother."
Jun Zishu nodded in confusion, as if he didn¡¯t understand.
Luo Minghuan rarely wore a red cloak, which made her complexion even whiter.
"Will my husband's mother like me?"
"Yes, Yuanyuan is so cute, she will definitely like you."
Luo Minghuan held up the umbrella with a smile and walked forward little by little while holding Junzi Shu.
The sky was full of wind and snow, and Ruyun followed behind with an umbrella and a box.
The three of them left a series of footprints on the ground, which were particularly obvious on the white ground.
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