Time Travel: Brothel Maid

Chapter 216: Legs or Hands Weak

Xiao Guoer looked at her boyfriend, who was obviously abnormal, with a frown on her face. She raised her hand high and placed it on his forehead covered with cold sweat. After a moment, she muttered, "You don't have a fever. What's wrong with you?"

"It's just a headache, nothing serious." Tang Jingchen looked past Xiao Guoer at the Eighth Prince who was riding high on the horse and was walking slowly past them as if nothing had happened.

If it were in the past, he would never have noticed the veins bulging on the back of his hand holding the reins, and the gloomy face that was trying hard to restrain himself.

But now he has seen through the Eighth Prince's thoughts, and all his unusual actions can be traced.

Just as the horse was about to pass by his beloved, Tang Jingchen spoke, "Your Majesty!"

Zhao Yunrong pulled the reins and looked down silently with an air of condescension.

"I am ill, I may have caught a cold, and I am unable to read for you, Your Majesty. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Zhao Yunrong glanced coldly at the two people hugging each other tightly, and said indifferently, "Since you are not feeling well, go back to your carriage and have a good rest. However, in order to avoid spreading your illness to others, Xiao Guoer cannot stay in the same carriage with you. Follow me first."

Tang Jingchen's breathing stagnated, and he said hurriedly, "Little Guo'er is unruly. How can she ride in the same carriage with the prince? It is inappropriate to disturb the prince's peace. It is better for me to buy another carriage at the next stop."

"That's fine. It just so happens that I am short of people to serve you on this trip. I am in need of a servant to serve tea and water. I will just make do with it and let Xiao Guoer serve you for a few days."

Tang Jingchen gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to question the Eighth Prince.

Since the Eighth Prince has not made it clear, no matter what the reason is, it shows that he has some reservations. If he has some reservations, he will not do anything out of line.

But if he made the matter clear, would the Eighth Prince use his power to snatch the person from him openly? Use his power to pressure others? As a mere merchant, could he resist?

Now, he can only endure.

Xiao Guoer frowned and complained in her heart: Is this annoying Eighth Prince going to exploit her labor again?

"Your Highness! I am not feeling well and cannot work. I am also afraid of passing my illness to Your Highness." Xiao Guoer covered her stomach and looked weak.

Zhao Yunrong looked at her pretending and snorted again. Wasn't she very happy hugging Tang Jingchen just now?

"Colds are contagious, but diarrhea is not. That day at the bottom of the cliff, you said that you would not find any excuses to refuse my orders. Why? Do you need me to give you instructions every day?"

The eerie voice expressed the master's displeasure. Xiao Guoer pouted unconvincedly after hearing it. Although the discomfort in her body had disappeared after the diarrhea, she was really weak and her legs were weak! How could this be an excuse!

But she opened her mouth, but when she met his sharp eyes, she swallowed back the words of rebuttal.

Forget it, since he doesn't believe it, then when he asks her to serve tea or water later, she will show him that her legs are weak and spill all the tea on him!

"What? You're not leaving yet? Are you waiting for me to invite you?"

Xiao Guoer had no choice but to follow with a depressed look.

Tang Jingchen saw that the ignorant Xiao Guo'er did not hide her annoyance towards the Eighth Prince's orders, and he lowered his big eyes and rolled his eyes, and he felt a little relieved.

He watched her follow the Eighth Prince, pass through a group of soldiers and guards, step into the carriage, and disappear in the carriage along with the Eighth Prince. Only then did he look away.

At some point, Shun'er had jumped off Shen Jing's horse and came to the young master's side.

"Master, that Lord Shen is really a good man."

After Shun'er finished speaking, he found that the young master had a gloomy face and looked unhappy. He couldn't help shrinking his neck. Is the young master so angry because he saw Xiao Guo'er riding with the Eighth Prince? The young master is in a bad mood, so I'd better not go and get into trouble.

Tang Jingchen ignored Shun'er and returned to the carriage. The more he thought about it, the more upset he became. He didn't know whether he should just reveal Xiao Guo'er's identity or just be patient for the time being.

We continued walking like this for another two days, and nothing else happened.

In the past two days, Xiao Guoer had tried to resist the job of serving tea and water to the Eighth Prince, but failed.

That day, she pretended to have weak legs and when she was holding the teacup to the Eighth Prince, her body tilted and the teacup lost its aim, about to splash onto the man's white clothes.

She was secretly happy, thinking that the Eighth Prince would definitely be disgusted with her for being clumsy and unable to even hold a teacup steadily, and might even chase her out!

But who would have thought that the teacup was instantly diverted by a book and poured directly onto her!

The warm tea poured down, and instantly half of her body was wet!

Then, a mocking and cold voice came, "Hey, is it your legs or your hands that are weak? Why are you so careless? Why don't I teach you how to strengthen your legs and arms. It doesn't have to be too hard, just hold the teapot on the table above your head for two hours every day, and after ten days, I guarantee that you will never be weak in your hands or legs again."

When Xiao Guoer heard this, she immediately gave up the idea of ​​pretending to obey and said with a sad face, "I will be more careful in the future and will never be soft-hearted again."

Summer clothes were thin, and Zhao Yunrong saw the white cloth wrapped around her chest vaguely visible under her wet clothes. After a moment, he looked away and snorted coldly, "Hmph, next time if you dare to play tricks in front of me again, I will punish you severely!"

Zhao Yunrong stood up and said, "There is a set of clothes in the closet. Take it and change. I will go out for some fresh air."

Xiao Guoer pouted, is this considered a slap in the face followed by a sweet date?

But I still obediently found my clothes and changed them. It was really uncomfortable to wear wet clothes.

Why are the sleeves so long? Just like in an opera! Xiao Guoer rolled up her overlong sleeves and sighed, the prince really treated her too well. The material of this dress felt soft and smooth, and it looked very expensive. It was not inferior to the dress made of snow cloud yarn that Jing Chen gave her. It must be worth a lot of money!

After that, Xiao Guoer didn't dare to act like a demon anymore. If she was really punished, wouldn't she have to stand holding the kettle for two hours? That would be really dangerous!

So he obediently did his job of serving tea and water to the Eighth Prince.

But it seemed that she was too conscientious, because one day the Eighth Prince said something that shocked her.

The Eighth Prince took the Lushan Cloud Mist that she had just brewed, took a deep sniff, and sighed, "Good tea!"

Then he continued, "Although you are clumsy in other things, the tea you make is exactly what I like. When we return to Shangjing City, you will enter the palace and make tea for me full-time."