It was getting darker and the old lady was almost ready to cook. Zhao Yanping sat up and got out of bed to get dressed.

After experiencing last night, Gillian didn't know how to face the official. She wanted to pretend to be asleep but was afraid that Old Mrs. Zhao would call her lazy, so she had to bite the bullet and sit up with her.

It was cold, so I didn't have to change my clothes every day, but the one I was covered with the official's saliva, so I was so uncomfortable to wear.

Gillian sat in the bed. When the official went out to bring the wash water, she quickly got off the floor, took out a new coat from the closet and ran back to the bed, and hurriedly changed it. Then she pressed the dirty piece under the quilt and left it to wash together after dinner.

When hanging the gauze tent, the sound of pushing the door came from behind. Jiao turned around in panic and saw the official coming in with water. Jiao quickly lowered her head, her face flushed, and her little hands were holding the hem of her clothes uneasy.

When Zhao Yanping saw her, he walked to the washing rack and put the washbasin in his hand. He called her for the first time: "Come here to help me roll up my sleeves."

Ajiao is now the most well-behaved little lamb, and she was in vain. As soon as the official opened his mouth, he seemed to pull her with a rope. Ajiao rushed over obediently, hanging her long and thin eyelashes to help him roll up his sleeves. The official in front of him was well-dressed, but the official in his mind was still the one who was bullying her last night.

The twelfth lunar month is about to enter, and it is very cold in the morning, but Jiao feels a stream of heat rushing towards her from the official, making her dizzy.

Before she could comb her long black hair could be slung to her ears, and her shyness appeared on the surface, which turned into a seductive beauty and charm.

Zhao Yanping had already discovered it. When she was ashamed, she would become charming. She silently hooked people to approach her and picked her up.

That's why he didn't let her serve him, in order to reduce the torment of himself.

But after last night, Zhao Yanping also realized that if he was too cold, she would be thinking about it.

"I had too much wine for dinner last night. I woke up and had a headache. I couldn't remember what happened after I got home. I only remember that I was very hot and took off my clothes. What did I do to you later? I just saw that the bed partition was not hanging."

Zhao Yanping looked at her, his voice low, with a hint of doubt.

As he spoke, Gillian's heart began to beat violently. When the official finished speaking, her face turned red and turned into a shiny color.

He looked up at him quietly and met his sharp eyes. Gillian immediately avoided his gaze and asked stammeringly: "Official, can't you remember the one next to him?"

A brief "Yeah" sounded above my head.

He didn't remember that Gillian was relieved and rolled up the cuffs on one side, and thought about it and said softly: "The official did not do anything to me, but my thigh cramps in the middle of the night. The official broke my toes for me. Later, we all slept and forgot to hang it on the bed."

Zhao Yanping frowned slightly: "That's all? I remember in a trance that you seemed to have said a lot and kept crying."

Of course, Gillian knew what she said. She didn't want the official to remember everything again. She hurriedly said, "Yes, I cried, and I cried with cramps and soreness. The official's toes were also very strong. I couldn't help but complain to the official, but I never said it again!"

Zhao Yanping did not delve into it any further.

Two scarves were wiped from one person, and they wiped their faces respectively.

After Zhao Yanping finished washing, he went out to accompany Mrs. Zhao. Gillian sat in front of the dressing table and saw the purse on it at a glance.

Thinking of his ridiculous thoughts and impulsive behavior last night, Gillian felt scared for a while.

Fortunately, the official did not write a letter to her on the spot to hold the concubine, and he would drive her away in the morning, otherwise where could Gillian go?

She had completely turned against her aunt, and she would definitely not be able to go back to her uncle's house. Yes, she had money and rented a place to live, but she was an lonely woman, and she had been in a kiln. The simple and kind-hearted family might not criticize her. The idle gangsters on the street would definitely cause trouble for her. She was in trouble. If she cried, the gangsters only had to be wronged and seduced first. Who would others believe?

I am afraid that the gangsters will cause trouble when hiding at home. If I really go to the shed to set up stalls and sell things, I am afraid that the trouble will come faster.

My uncle had no time to take care of her when he was going to a private school. The scholar's reputation could not shock anyone. The official was famous, but she was no longer his concubine at that time.

Fortunately, the official forgot that and did not drive her away.

After hiding the wallet again, Gillian simply applied a layer of facial cream and went out as if nothing had happened.

Old Mrs. Zhao vaguely heard something last night. After grandson left for dinner, Old Mrs. Zhao quietly asked Gillian: "Last night, I seemed to hear you called you several times. You two didn't sleep in the middle of the night, what have you done?"

Gillian said shyly, "I didn't do anything. My legs were cramped and it hurt so much. I asked the official to help me."

Old Mrs. Zhao was disappointed. She thought that her grandson was drunk and had a big temper, so she finally attacked the little beauty around her.

"It's also like that when you get a cramp, you're worthy of being named A Jiao. It's so cute." Kong was overjoyed, and Old Mrs. Zhao said disliked A Jiao.

Gillian went in and out of the right ear. Anyway, she had already figured out the character of Mrs. Zhao, and she would curse for a while, not really angry.

Guo Xing and Cui Niang went to set up a stall. Old Mrs. Zhao fed chickens in the front yard. Gillian held the clothes that the three of them changed and sat in the back yard to scrub them.

After feeding the chicken, Mrs. Zhao walked to the door of the backyard to take a look. She happened to see Jiao carefully rubbing the green green bellyband with small yellow flowers embroidered on the bellyband. It was so exquisite and fresh. Old Mrs. Zhao glanced at Jiao's snow-white neck again, and imagined that Jiao was kneeling on the bed with only one bellyband, which was pretty and lovely. Her grandson could remain indifferent when she saw it. Old Mrs. Zhao sighed and went out to visit her.

Gillian dried her clothes, tidied her muscles, and went to the house to do embroidery work.

Time flies very quickly when he concentrates on his work. An hour passes in the blink of an eye. Old Mrs. Zhao comes back to cook. Gillian has nothing to do. She cut a cloth from the satin he bought for the official and makes a belt for her uncle.

In the afternoon, Mrs. Zhao found that she was embroidering a belt and asked casually: "Why did you make a belt again? Didn't you just make one for the official?"

Gillian explained: "This one is for my uncle. I will be filial to him during the Chinese New Year."

Old Mrs. Zhao was just dissatisfied with Jin. She was quite pleased with Zhu Chang and didn't say anything.

At dusk, Guo Xing and Cui Niang came back first. When paying the bill, Cui Niang sat next to Ajiao and whispered: "Little lady, today the scholar's wife went to our shop to wander around. She touched the sachets you made and asked if you did the embroidery work. I was afraid that she would cause trouble for you again, so she said that I did the things, but she didn't seem to believe it."

Old Mrs. Zhao was also on the side and snorted when she heard this, "What trouble can she cause? Gillian is from our Zhao family, and it has nothing to do with her when she sells needles and threads."

Gillian thought for a while and said to Cui Niang: "She asks you again in the future, and she will only say that you did it. I paid the capital to teach you the skills, and the big money I earned will still belong to me."

Cui Niang nodded.

Old Mrs. Zhao suddenly realized that both Cui Niang and Guo Xing seemed to listen to A Jiao's words more, as if A Jiao was their serious master.

Just when Mrs. Zhao wanted to remind Cui Niang again, Jiao suddenly looked at her and said, "Old lady, I am the official's concubine after all, so that others know that I made needlework and thread and sold money. People thought that the official could not afford me, so no matter who inquired, we would have the same idea. I opened the shop, but the embroidery work was done by Cui Niang."

When talking about grandson, Mrs. Zhao suddenly forgot what she had just thought, thought about it carefully, and agreed.

The three of them agreed, and a figure flashed at the gate, and Zhao Yanping was back.

Cui Niang went to the kitchen to serve food, and Jiao went to the kitchen to serve water. Old Mrs. Zhao flipped through the account book that Jiao left on the table, and saw a lot of things written on it. Unfortunately, she couldn't recognize the words and couldn't understand them, so she put them back as it was.

In the east room, Ah Jiao put the washbasin on the toilet rack and was about to go out as usual.

Zhao Yanping called her, hanging the sword on the wall, and said to the wall: "I hit my right shoulder when I caught someone today. Raising my hand up will hurt. Please help me wipe my back."

Gillian was surprised and said, "Is the official injured?"

Before Zhao Yanping could say anything, the old lady Zhao heard the sound and was so scared that the old hen rushed in like a chicken protecting her, insisting on checking her grandson's injuries.

Zhao Yanping had no choice but to take off his outer robe and reveal his broad back. Gillian stood beside Mrs. Zhao and looked at the official's right shoulder. Sure enough, she saw a piece of bruise.

Gillian just felt distressed, and Old Mrs. Zhao cried directly, wiping her eyes and asking how she was hurt, and she didn't give Gillian a chance to express her concern.

Zhao Yanping lowered his eyes and said, "When he was catching the thief, he was suddenly beaten with a stick by his accomplice. He was injured and it was fine."

Old Mrs. Zhao gently touched her grandson's bruises.

Zhao Yanping sat on the chair as if nothing had happened, without frowning.

Old Mrs. Zhao believed that the injury was not serious, but she went to the west room to flip the medicine and came out, sat aside, waiting to apply medicine to her grandson.

Zhao Yanping looked at her and said, "Grandma, let's eat first. Just wipe it later and let Gillian wipe it."

Old Mrs. Zhao snorted: "She hasn't given you medicine yet, how can I know how to do it?"

Zhao Yanping stopped talking.

A Jiao twisted the towel over, and said it was strange. She was panicked and hot-faced. Now that the old lady Zhao was staring at her, A Jiao became much more comfortable. In addition, she felt sorry for the official's injuries. Until the wipe, A Jiao didn't think about anything randomly.

After the back was wiped, Mrs. Zhao came over and applied medicine to her grandson, while teaching Ah Jiao that she could take care of her grandson for a few more years. Maybe one day she would never get up after sleeping. Her grandson-in-law still had no sign. She taught Ah Jiao that she would be gone in the future, and at least she could take good care of her grandson.

Zhao Yanping had just bruised on his shoulders. Old Mrs. Zhao had already decided to kill a chicken tomorrow to make chicken soup for her grandson.

Little did he know that Zhao Yanping didn't catch any thief today, but he just wanted to find an excuse to let Gillian wait for him to wipe his back so as to dispel her suspicion. He really never disliked her.

Unexpectedly, the old lady got fucked and it completely changed.

The back was wiped without the effect. After resting at night, Zhao Yanping suddenly let out a muffled groan.

Gillian was not asleep yet, and she asked nervously when she heard this, "Did the official's shoulder hurt?"

Zhao Yanping sat up and said, "Well, the blood may not have dissipated yet, please help me rub it."

After saying that, he went to the desk to light the oil lamp, then hung up the gauze tent, and sat facing the oil lamp.

Gillian hurriedly took off the bed, knelt behind him, holding his broad and hard shoulders with one hand, and gently rubbing the bruise with the other hand.

She had no distractions and only cared about his body. After rubbing for a while, Gillian asked in a low voice: "Is it better?"

Zhao Yanping nodded and said lightly: "It's much better, go to bed."

Gillian wanted to rub him again. But when she heard this, she had to stop and retreat into the bed.

She also wanted to hang the bed, but Zhao Yanping looked back and suddenly said, "It's troublesome to hang it every day, so don't use this in the future."

Gillian was stunned.

Zhao Yanping took the bed partition from her hand, threw it into the wardrobe, then blew the oil lamp, came back and lay down on his back.

When Gillian saw this, she lay down.

She didn't dare to turn her head and didn't dare to see the official, but the official finally stopped blocking the two of them with the bed. She finally asked her to wipe her body and rub her back, and no longer treated her politely as a girl outside. A Jiao's heart felt indescribable, and she was full of shame and joy.

"Official." She called softly in the darkness.

Zhao Yanping kept his sleeping position in a flat position and responded.

Gillian bit her lip, her legs in the quilt were gathered together, and she asked indescribably: "Actually, you remembered what happened last night, right?"
Chapter completed!