Chapter 261
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Inside the hall, Xiahou Qing had already put on his clothes and was standing in front of the flower and bird rack. He held a handful of bird food in his palm, quietly waiting for the birds that had just woken up to fly down and peck their fill. One of the little birds seemed to have not yet woken up. Its tender yellow beak still had bird food in it. Its little head was nestled in Xiahou Qing's palm and fell asleep. It was naive and cute, making people unable to restrain a smile.
Xiahou Qing slid his thumb and gently stroked its head. His attitude was almost gentle, like pure white snow meeting the spring breeze, silently melting thousands of li away.
Ning Shu couldn't help but stare blankly. The mama next to her impatiently stepped on her foot to wake her up. Thinking about how she had angered him last night, Ning Shu's heart ached. She shamelessly stepped forward and said with a mischievous smile, "This subordinate pays respect to Shizi Ye. Today, Shizi Ye's complexion is even more radiant than last night. Presumably, you had a good rest last night. Your dazzling grace really fills the room. May I ask what Shizi Ye needs this subordinate to do? This subordinate will listen to Ye's orders. "
Her flattering tone made Jiusi, who had always been expressionless, couldn't help but glance at her.
Hearing Ning Shu's voice, Xiahou Qing gently placed the little bird on the flower and bird rack's soft cushion. He turned his head and expressionlessly said, "Wash your hands." He displayed the virtue of cherishing words to the extreme, making it clear that he didn't want her to say another word.
The difference between how he treated the bird and how he treated her was so great. His attitude was so cold that Ning Shu was suddenly speechless. She stretched out her hand and was about to say, "This subordinate just washed it before coming down."
Xiahou Qing said, "Three times."
Three times? Wouldn't she wash her hands until they were bald? But when she thought of this person's strange habit of loving cleanliness, strangling someone's neck through a handkerchief, and throwing away the jade pendant that she had touched, she decided to swallow the nonsense back into her stomach. She rubbed the tip of her nose and continued to smile: "This subordinate obeys."
The warm water in the copper basin had already been prepared. Ning Shu walked over and bathed her hands. She used the fragrant ointment to carefully rub it over. After rinsing it clean, she bathed it in the warm water again. Finally, she wiped it clean with a cloth.
"Your Highness, it's done."
Xiahou Qing coldly said, "Comb my hair."
"Alright." Ning Shu found a sandalwood comb by the mirror. She walked behind Xiahou Qing and held his ice-cold hair.
Hui Mo's height was already outstanding among ordinary men, but Xiahou Qing was even taller than him by an inch. She used to raise her head to look at him when she talked to him. Although she was wearing a pair of special boots, she was still shorter than him by half a head. She stood behind him and brushed his hair. She had to stand on her tiptoes again to reach the roots of his hair and slowly brush it down.
Fortunately, his black hair was as smooth as water, so it was not difficult to comb it. Holding his silky black hair, Ning Shu suddenly realized that this seemed to be the first time in her seven long lives that she was combing a man's hair. This feeling was somewhat novel and subtle.
While she was lost in thought, her fingertips accidentally touched the side of his neck. Xiahou Qing frowned as if he had been electrocuted. He subconsciously pinched her fingers.
Ning Shu looked at him with puzzlement.
Xiahou Qing pursed his thin lips and released her fingers. He continued to coldly say, "Reckless." But for some reason, his voice was somewhat hoarse.
Ning Shu only thought that he meant that she should be careful not to scratch him with her nails. So she quickly said, "Yes, this subordinate will be careful. I won't hurt Your Highness."
They were too close. Her warm and moist breath brushed against the back of his ear and neck, causing a faint scorching heat to surge up in his chest. Xiahou Qing wanted to say something but stopped. In the end, he turned his head away and did not speak again.
After finishing combing, Ning Shu used Xiahou Qing's ivory hairpin to comb his hair for a long time. Her legs were sore and her hands were numb. She then gloomily stood on the ground and embarrassedly said, "Heir Apparent, I'll have to trouble you to bend your knees a little or sit down. You are too tall, this subordinate can't reach you."
Xiahou Qing lightly snorted and said, "It's your legs that are too short."
Ning Shu choked and the corner of her mouth couldn't help but twitch. "… This subordinate will do her best to grow taller in the next life. I won't lose face for Your Highness."
His Highness finally 'magnanimously' sat down and let Ning Shu tie up his hair. Then he waved his sleeve, indicating that she should serve him breakfast.
Peach blossom noodles, lotus cakes, osmanthus tea cakes, first grade cakes … twelve dishes were served one by one. Ning Shu faithfully played the role of his little bodyguard. She tried her best to serve him happily so that he would be magnanimous enough to forget last night's unhappiness.
Unfortunately, who was Xiahou Qing? How could he be so easily coaxed? One moment he was picky about the peach blossom noodles being too hot, the next moment he was picky about the cheese being too cold, the next moment the tea cakes were not crispy enough, and the next moment he said the first grade cakes were too hard. Ning Shu was like a spinning top, being ordered around in circles.
Her forehead was covered in sweat as she carefully held the fermented rice white jade balls that had just been made in the kitchen. This was already the eighth time she had gone to the kitchen to get a new dish. She just sat next to the kitchen maid and watched her make it. It was completely according to Xiahou Qing's requirements. It was cooked with a moderate amount of hardness and light flavor. She carefully blew on it and brought it over.
When she stepped over the threshold, she saw that the little sparrow that had been eating and sleeping in her palm had finally woken up. It flapped its wings and intimately flew to its master's shoulder. It used its fluffy head to gently rub against the side of its master's neck. Xiahou Qing, who had always been picky with her, had an indulgent smile on his face.
Ning Shu's hand that was holding the fermented rice white jade balls paused. Her face was stiff. A few words silently flashed through her mind: A person is inferior to a bird. A person is inferior to a bird.
What does fried oriole taste like? I want to know.
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