Cannon fodder She is targeted by yanderes in every dimension

Chapter 123: Cannon Fodder Gold Targeted by Slaves 6

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Xie Rongjing held the robe with Yun Wu's fragrance in his arms and couldn't let it go. His throat felt a little tight, but his urge to blaspheme was interrupted by the sound of footsteps.

Xie Rongjing's face returned to normal and he quickly hid the robe in the clean closet.

Just then, the door of the wing room was pushed open, and a servant who did heavy work and slept in the same room with him walked in.

The servant was an honest and simple man. When he saw Xie Rongjing in the room, he greeted him and then sat on his bed.

He looked back at the old clothes Xie Rongjing was wearing with some confusion, and then muttered to himself in confusion:

"This guy the young lady bought is really strange. The mansion gave him winter clothes but he refused to wear them today..."

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In the evening, Prime Minister Yun personally went to Yun Wu's courtyard to have dinner with her.

Prime Minister Yun is busy with his work on weekdays and doesn't have much free time, so the only time he can spend more time with his precious daughter is during mealtimes.

There were many tempting delicacies placed on the square nanmu table. Prime Minister Yun sat in the main seat, Yun Wu sat on the side, and Chun Xing stood on the side waiting.

Yun Wu didn't like having so many people serving her, so besides Chun Xing, there were only two maids who swept the yard, two or three servants who did the rough work, and Xie Rongjing who was bought later.

"Awu, try the mutton and radish soup that Daddy specially asked the kitchen to make for you today."

Prime Minister Yun said with a smile, stopping Chun Xing from going forward to serve the soup, and he personally served Yun Wu a full bowl of hot soup.

"Drinking this hot soup in winter can keep the cold away."

"Thank you, daddy."

Yun Wu smiled sweetly at her father, the Prime Minister, and drank the soup that was served to her obediently in small sips.

Prime Minister Yun had a kind and gentle smile on his face. Every time he had a meal with his daughter, it was his happiest moment.

His wife died early, and he raised his daughter while being busy with state affairs over the years. Although he doted on her, he always felt that he owed her something as a father.

Prime Minister Yun is old now, and his face is full of wrinkles when he smiles. He looks gently at Yun Wu who is eating seriously with her head down.

"Awu has reached the age of marriage. After winter, she will be seventeen next year. It is time to discuss marriage."

"Cough cough..."

Yun Wu was listening to what the Prime Minister said when she suddenly choked on her rice. She drank some hot soup and recovered.

She raised her amber eyes and looked at her father blankly.

"Discuss, discuss marriage? Daddy, am I going to get married?"

"Not yet, but Dad wants to arrange a marriage for you as soon as possible, and we can get married next year."

Prime Minister Yun explained that he was getting older and it was time to choose a good home for Yun Wu.

"But the Queen seems to want Awu to be the Crown Princess..."

Prime Minister Yun thought to himself, then shook his head. Marriage is not a joke and needs to be considered carefully. The most important thing is to see Yun Wu's feelings.

Ever since Yun Wu heard the Prime Minister father mention marriage, she felt that the food in her bowl suddenly didn't taste as good anymore.

Crown Princess?

Yun Wu thought of the Crown Prince Wei Congyu in her mind. Although she and Wei Congyu had known each other since childhood, she felt that Wei Congyu was more like her brother. She didn't quite understand the meaning of engagement.

But she felt that she didn't want to get engaged to Wei Congyu.

Yun Wu lowered her head and stopped thinking about these messy things. She absentmindedly picked at the food in the bowl.

After dinner, Prime Minister Yun said some caring words to Yun Wu, and then left the room. He had to go back to the study to deal with some affairs.

Today was Xie Rongjing's night watch. He was standing at the door of the room, and when Prime Minister Yun came out, he nodded and bowed to see him off respectfully.

Prime Minister Yun left in a hurry and did not notice the servant guarding the door.

After Prime Minister Yun's footsteps faded away, Xie Rongjing slowly raised his head.

In the night, his handsome eyes seemed a little deep, and his thin lips were tightly pursed as he looked in the direction where Prime Minister Yun left.

He heard clearly their conversation in the room just now.

His lady is preparing to discuss marriage.

The night was dark, but Xie Rongjing's eyes were even deeper, and his expression was murky and unclear.

Now that it was completely dark, he walked down the steps in silence and was about to get a lantern to light up.

At this moment, a familiar soft voice suddenly came from behind.

"Xie Rongjing, stop."

Xie Rongjing's expression quickly returned to normal and he turned around.

The house was brightly lit, and Snowball, wearing a turquoise jacket, stood playfully at the doorstep.

The bright yellow candlelight shone on Yun Wu's body, making her skin look white and tender. The emerald green jacket embroidered with large patterns and her soft face made her look like a delicate flower blooming in winter.

"What are your orders, Miss?"

Xie Rongjing withdrew his gaze with some difficulty and said, lowering his eyes slightly, hiding all his sinisterness and desire in front of his lady.

"I will now begin copying the poetry book that the teacher assigned me."

"I will go and copy the poetry book for you, young lady."

Xie Rongjing spoke without thinking, he was the young lady's study partner, so naturally he should help the young lady copy poems and books to complete her homework.

If the teacher wants to punish him, then let him do it. He won't let the young lady's hands get tired.

However, the beautiful and spoiled young lady glared at him angrily with her watery eyes.

"When did I ask you to copy it for me?"

Xie Rongjing's eyes were a little stunned. He calmed himself down and then looked at the somewhat ashamed and angry girl again.

"Then why did the young lady ask me to stop?"

The winter night was even colder. Yun Wu stood at the steps facing Xie Rongjing. She bit her pink lips with her pure white teeth in some hesitation.

"I want you to... teach me how to write."

Her voice was already soft, and it became even weaker towards the end.

The teacher told her to make sure she wrote her characters more neatly, but she also felt that her handwriting was not good-looking, so she decided to ask Xie Rongjing to supervise her.

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This was the first time Xie Rongjing entered Yun Wu's boudoir.

The room was brightly lit and warmed by the fireplace. Yun Wu was sitting at the table with rice paper and a brush in front of her.

Xie Rongjing was sitting at the table, his hands on his thighs, his dark eyes suppressing his inner emotions.

This is his lady's boudoir!

Yun Wu was copying carefully with her eyes lowered and holding the brush, and did not notice Xie Rongjing's restrained expression.

He sat beside Yun Wu, smelling the faint fragrance emanating from her. The entire boudoir was filled with her scent.

It's all the scent of the lady, so fragrant, so happy...

Xie Rongjing raised his eyes and looked at the screen that was across the middle of the boudoir.

Behind the screen was the inner room. Through the screen that was half embroidered with patterns, he could vaguely see the bed behind the screen, the dressing table on the left, and the huanghuali clothes hanger on the right.

There was a wide open window next to him, and Xie Rongjing suddenly thought that if he climbed in through the window late at night, he could go directly to the young lady's bed...

Suddenly, Xie Rongjing's throat tightened. Through the screen, he could see that on the horizontal clothes hanger made of rosewood, there seemed to be a piece of pink cloth hanging with a tie on it.

That, that is a belly, a bag, it's hers...

Xie Rongjing had already imagined what his lady would look like wearing that pink dress.

She was fair-skinned, and when she wasn't wearing thick winter clothes, you could see the bulge below her collarbone.

It should be impossible to cover it up, he really wants to...

Suddenly, Yun Wu's soft and somewhat surprised voice came to his ears.

"Xie Rongjing, why is your nose bleeding?"

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