Rise From the Humble

The moon and stars are sparse, and the night dew is silent.

Zhu Ping'an, who was on duty at night, thought he would have trouble falling asleep, but he didn't expect to fall asleep unknowingly after counting more than a hundred buns.

"Hulu. Hulu."

The snoring sounded rhythmically, echoing the screams outside the window, playing an endless nocturne.

The little maid Baozi was lying on the bed in the master bedroom, her head was mushy, and her face was wrinkled more like a bun. She was tossing and turning, staring at the curtain in a daze, staring at the wall in a daze, and burying herself in the pillow in a daze.

My head is mushy and my heart is confused.

Tossing and turning.

A pair of small hands hugged his shoulders, and he rolled to the east of the bed and then to the west of the bed. However, no matter how he rolled, the thin blanket around him was still well wrapped.

Because the thin blanket was covered by my uncle.

"I might not be able to sleep tonight."

The little maid Baozi thought so in her heart while staring at the curtain in a daze.

Just when Baozi's little maid was thinking this, Zhu Ping'an's rhythmic snoring came over at night.

Hu. Lu. Hu. Lu.

The little maid Baozi couldn't help but prick up her ears and open her small cherry-like mouth slightly. It turns out that her uncle also snores.

it's wired

Listening to my uncle's snoring, why do I feel so at ease?

I don’t think about anything anymore in my head, and I don’t think about anything in my heart anymore. My head is no longer mushy, and my heart is no longer confused.

Before it was like a small boat teetering on a stormy sea.

After my uncle's snore sounded, the stormy sea seemed to be calm all of a sudden. The originally shaky boat was now sailing quietly in the vast sea. The gentle moonlight shone on the boat and the sea, dyeing the whole boat and the sea. The clear glow.

No more tossing and turning.

The wrinkled face also relaxed and relaxed.

The little maid Baozi lay sideways towards the night watch, like a baby, holding the thin blanket with her hands and feet. Amidst the continuous purring, she closed her eyes in peace, and her long eyelashes spread quietly. Then, he gradually fell asleep.

Soon he fell asleep.

I don’t know what I dreamed about in my dream.

The bun-shaped face bloomed like a flower, revealing two cute dimples, the corners of the mouth also rose in a beautiful arc, and even the black hair seemed to bloom like a flower on the pillow.

"Uncle, please be gentle."

In a quiet bedroom, a girl muttered vague words in her sleep, and no one was destined to hear her.

The next morning, Yin Shi, that is, four or five o'clock.

Zhu Ping'an's biological clock worked, and he opened his eyes on time from his deep sleep. The darkness outside the window gradually faded away, and only a faint sense of light came through. He could see things blurry. The world was like a light black splashed ink picture, and everything was He looked like he had just woken up, and the sounds of girls washing and cleaning the courtyard could be vaguely heard outside.

After opening his eyes, Zhu Pingan stretched out his hands, rubbed his eyes, lifted the thin blanket, and slowly sat up.

After sitting up, Zhu Pingan realized that he was not covered with a thin blanket, but with a piece of clothing.

He was also shirtless, with only a pair of shorts on his lower body.

The clothes of the ancients were relatively loose and used much more fabric than modern clothes. It was also hot at night in summer. In order to cool down, Zhu Pingan took off his pajamas, leaving only a pair of shorts. In order to avoid catching a cold, he casually pulled on a pair of shorts. The thin blanket covered my belly, so I didn't notice it at the time. Now I sat up and realized that I was covered with a piece of clothing last night.

Pick up the clothes.

Zhu Pingan used the faint light outside the window to see that the clothes in his hands were pink.

Cotton.

It looks like it's still a piece of pajamas.

The clothes worn at night cannot be Li Shu's, and they are still new. It seems that they have been worn and washed many times. With Li Shu's mysophobia, it is impossible for a piece of clothing to be changed and washed so many times.

We can narrow down the clothes for night duty, and they can only be Li Shu's personal maids. Among the personal maids, Hua'er is the one who works most nights, and Qin'er has also been on duty several times.

There is still a difference in height and weight between the two of them.

Zhu Pingan unfolded his clothes and took a closer look.

Still waiting to see.

A scent of fragrance spread to the nostrils.

Um

The scent of bathing is mixed with the faint body scent of girls.

The taste is somewhat familiar.

Zhu Ping'an soon remembered that this smell was exactly the smell that came from Baozi's maid Hua'er last night when she pushed her down and covered her with a thin blanket.

Then, the owner of the clothes is the painting.

Ahem

Although it's a little embarrassing, it's nothing more than covering up with clothes, it won't have any impact.

Furthermore, if I don’t tell anyone, no one will know, and it will be as if it didn’t happen.

Just let it go.

Zhu Pingan coughed in embarrassment and was about to put the clothes aside, but just when Zhu Pingan was about to put the clothes away, he suddenly discovered that there was a wet patch on the clothes, a wet heart-shaped mark.

Well? !

Zhu Ping'an felt his head dizzy, and a voice rang in his heart.

Could it be a wet dream? !

Zhu Pingan glanced down suddenly.

Well

Sure enough, a heart shape was wet on his shorts.

Damn it.

This is really embarrassing.

My glorious name for the rest of my life.

Zhu Ping'an looked up at the window at 45 degrees, his lips twitched slightly, and he took a long breath.

How about destroying the body and eliminating traces? !

no.

Zhu Pingan shook his head and rejected the idea. If he did this, the little maid Baozi would definitely look for her clothes if she found them missing. Wouldn't it be a big deal?

washed? !

I don't have time. Besides, there is a special laundry room in this mansion. Li Shu and the girl are dedicated to washing clothes. Yesterday, she washed some clothes, and Qin'er was still rushing to wash them.

If you go to wash Hua'er's pajamas yourself, someone will definitely find out, and then...

What to do?

When Zhu Ping'an was at a loss what to do, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the bedside. Well, there was a set of clean official robes neatly stacked on the bedside. Next to it, there were all kinds of clothes, all neatly arranged on the bedside.

Apparently someone came in and put in the clothes he wanted to wear today.

Ahem

In other words, before I woke up this morning, someone had already come in.

Doesn't that mean.

The fact that I covered myself with pajamas to sleep, or even the fact that I had a wet dream, might have been discovered by this person who came in this morning.

It's not possible, it's certain.

Zhu Pingan glanced again and found a pair of clean shorts placed in the most conspicuous place among the bedside clothes.

If you didn't find it, why did you prepare a pair of shorts?

Very embarrassing to think about.

Zhu Pingan suddenly felt that his face was burning badly. If he had a mirror, Zhu Pingan would have found that his face was as red as Guan Gong.

If he were to play Guan Gong on stage, Zhu Ping'an wouldn't even need to put on makeup.

Extremely awkward but calm.

The incident in Dongchuang had already happened, and nothing could be done to rectify it. Instead, Zhu Pingan became calm and calm, exhaled, put Hua'er's pajamas aside, picked up the clothes on the bedside, changed into them, and got out of bed.

He walked out of the room as if nothing was wrong.