Fast Transmute Female Supporting Role: Male Lead Strategy Manual Chapter 97

This made the two of them a little embarrassed, Shi Qing was still expressionless, Shi Jia was rather embarrassed: "Your Majesty, this kind of sewing and mending is something men do, how could we do it?"

Shi Jia glanced at Shi Qing with some embarrassment, and continued: "Don't say it's sewing flowers, even if it's mending clothes and pants, we don't know how."

Bei Qiu immediately put on contemptuous eyes, she can mend clothes and pants!

Seeing the contemptuous gaze, Shi Jia lowered her head in frustration. She has been protecting the queen and killing people since elementary school, so how could she come into contact with such things.

"You said, what if the male slave just now were to teach the orphan?" Bei Qiu asked.

Shi Qing shook his head directly: "Your Majesty, you are the body of ten thousand venerables, how can you do such crude things, besides, that male slave is a sin slave, and you are not allowed to touch Your Majesty!"

Bei Qiu nodded thoughtfully, looked at Shi Qing, and smiled slightly.

After half an hour.

"Your Majesty, bring this person here." Shi Qing knelt on the ground and threw the male slave to the ground.

The male slave was already injured, and the whip ripped his clothes into strips. He was wearing a women's overcoat, but he couldn't restrain himself from donating blood and lowered himself to the ground. The male slave shivered and shivered on the ground. Stand up with strength.

Facing Shi Qing's expressionless face.

Shi Jia was out of breath laughing at the side.

Just because the Empress just said that she would betroth this male slave to Shi Qing to be the servant who warmed the bed, then Shi Qing disappeared like the wind, and took the male slave out of the precept room in half an hour.

The male slave huddled in fear, not daring to make any gestures. Seeing the empress and Jia's guards smiling like flowers, he could only tighten his neck.

"Come on, take Shi Qing's cousin down to freshen up first." Bei Qiu shouted.

The lady in the palace quickly stepped forward and helped 'Shi Qing's cousin' up, not daring to make a sound, and hurriedly took him to wash up.

the next few weeks.

Apart from observing the movements of several princes, Bei Qiu watched the civil and military scramble for time to choose a husband, and took time to visit Zhu Li. In the rest of the time, she was in the room when she was free, learning how to show off sachets, and began to be a male slave. Some dared not, and then gradually discovered that the queen was not as scary as imagined, and only then did she really point out where the queen embroidered wrongly.

Bei Qiu could also tell from his mouth that the male slave was indeed waiting for Shi Qing.

As soon as he saw Shi Qing, the male slave would blush, but Shi Qing turned a blind eye to the male slave.

Bei Qiu also wrote down the matter.

There is more than one month.

Bei Qiu's sachet was finally embroidered, and the male slave was relieved.

It was late at night, and she ran directly to Zhu Li's meditation room alone, knocking on the door of the meditation room.

The fire in the room was gradually lit, and the little novice came out to open the door. Seeing that the queen was outside the door, he was startled at first, and quickly put his hands together and bowed: "Your Majesty."

"Is Zhu Li here?!" Bei Qiu asked happily.

Bei Qiu looked into the room, eager to let him see his achievements in the past month.

The little novice subconsciously blocked Bei Qiu's gaze, and said, "Your Majesty, senior brother has just fallen asleep. If you visit so late at night, senior brother's reputation may be damaged."

But Bei Qiu didn't care what the little novice said, and pushed in directly. The little novice stepped back a few steps, but didn't stop him, looked around quickly, closed the door, and stood outside to watch out.

Bei Qiu was full of joy, and couldn't wait to see Zhu Li, so she yelled into the room: "Zhu Li!"

moment.

inner room.

Candles were lit.

It seems that there is wind, and the blowing candlelight trembles slightly.

Zhu Li came out slowly from the inner room, opened the curtain first, and was wearing a thin white dress. It could be seen that Zhu Li specially wore this white dress to cover the pajamas inside to avoid suspicion.

Bei Qiu didn't care, and walked up to Zhu Li.

Zhu Li clasped his hands together, bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Wan An."

"I don't come here often these days, have you ever wanted to be alone?" She deliberately leaned forward, pulling a little distance from Zhu Li, her head almost stretched out in front of Zhu Li, a pair of huge eyes, flickering looking at him.

Zhu Li took a step back subconsciously, and his heart beat a few more times unconsciously. He immediately held the Buddhist beads in his hands and said, "It's not right for Your Majesty to come here late at night."

Bei Qiu pursed her lips, pretending to be dissatisfied: "What's wrong? This whole palace is lonely, thinking of it, isn't it normal? These days, Gu doesn't come often, and I don't see Zhu Li looking for Gu, Instead, they often go to that boring ancestral hall to preach."

"Preaching and saving sentient beings is something that a young monk must do." Zhu Li said with one hand straight on his chest, and one hand holding a Buddhist bead.

"Then Zhu Li, do you always think of Gu in your heart?" Bei Qiu asked jokingly.

Zhu Li frowned slightly, and asked, "Your Majesty is visiting late at night, is there anything you can do?"

Seeing that Zhu Li was not happy, Bei Qiu took out the sachet from her bosom and handed it to Zhu Li with both hands: "A few days ago, I heard that Zhu Li didn't have any sachet. It was specially sent to Zhuli."

Her bright eyes glowed in the dark night.

Such a light made Zhu Li's heart skip a beat.

He doesn't answer.

She doesn't let go either.

Just like that.

After a long time, Zhu Li sighed, put his hands together and said, "Your Majesty, why bother?"

Bei Qiu felt cold, "Don't Zhu Li know?"

"Your Majesty, there are tens of thousands of men in the world, and there are countless people who want to become His Majesty's wife. Why does Your Majesty refuse to give up the little monk?" He originally thought that these days, when His Majesty was away for a long time, must have been ruled by Buddhism. Probation, letting go, I didn't expect...

"Zhu Li, you know, you are unique." Bei Qiu pursed her lips and said.

Zhu Li clasped his hands together, and took a step back: "Your Majesty, you said that you should cultivate your personality and govern the country to bring peace to the world. Why are you obsessed with obsession now? Why don't you let go completely and have no distracting thoughts in your mind."

"What's the matter? There are indeed no distracting thoughts in Gu's heart." She only has him in her heart, how can she say that she has distracting thoughts?

Bei Qiu pushed the sachet in her hand forward again, "Don't talk too much, Zhu Li, just accept it, this is Gu's wish."

"I hope Your Majesty will take it back, I am ashamed to be a monk." Zhu Li's own persuasion was fruitless, so he closed his eyes and turned a blind eye to it.

The moment Zhu Li closed her eyes, Bei Qiu suddenly felt helpless in her heart. She squeezed the sachet tightly. In order to embroider this sachet, she did not know how many needles were pricked on the back of her hand, and she did not know how many times she imagined Zhu Li. The way she wore it on her body, she didn't know how much she expected Zhu Li to accept her even a little bit, really just a little bit.

"Zhu Li, why do you always reject Gu's kindness like this!" She was unwilling, really unwilling.

Zhu Li remained expressionless, and said, "It's late at night, please go back, Your Majesty."

Bei Qiu took a deep breath, endured the bitterness in her heart, and pulled out a faint smile, "Zhu Li has nothing to do with him, so what's wrong with just wanting to make a difference in Zhu Li's body? You don't even want to accept such a small gift?"

Zhu Li closed his eyes, his eyelids trembling slightly.

But his hand didn't move at all, he was determined not to want Bei Qiu's will.

Bei Qiu waited and waited, her hands felt stiff, her thin clothes, her body was invaded by the cold, almost freezing to the bone, and her heart was even colder...

"Zhu Li..."

Bei Qiu called again.

Chapter end

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