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  At this time, Wei Luo retreated a step back, then knelt down again and kowtowed to the ground, saying in a timid voice: "Young Master, I can recognize characters and dance with a wooden sword,"

  As soon as the four words "Dance of Wood Sword" came out, the corner of Jingling Gongzi's mouth twitched violently. Wei Luo continued with his head down: "The humble one also has a calculation. The young master is talented, knows people and uses them well, appoints the virtuous and appoints the able, the humble one dares to ask the young master to grant him as a third-class guest!"

  Silence!

  Jingling Gongzi did not expect that Wei Luo would ask for a reward in this situation. With Wei Luo's talent, becoming a third-class guest in the mansion was already sufficient.

  Jingling Gongzi stared at her small black head, and in his dark eyes, anger was burning. He knew why Wei Luo would suddenly say this.

  He stared tightly at Wei Luo, until Wei Luo's small head bowed lower and lower, almost touching the floor, before he coldly said: "Don't you believe in the words of a fortune teller?"

  Wei Luo's voice was tinged with a hint of bitterness, "A humble person, in order to save himself, has made many concessions. Although not entering the eyes of the respected ones, he has already gone against his teacher's words. In such a chaotic world, where one cannot even guarantee their safety from morning to night, a humble person dare not think about preserving their life and integrity, let alone leaving a good reputation in the world."

  She said to this point, and knocked again, her voice slightly hoarse. "The humble one has repeatedly avoided the young master, but is actually uneasy at heart. When facing the young master, it's hard to avoid being flustered and losing composure, and can't really serve as a personal attendant for the young master. I beg the young master to grant me a place to settle down, and I am willing to work tirelessly like a dog or horse!"

  After Wei Luo finished speaking, she fell to the ground and didn't move again. When Jing Ling Gongzi was left alone with her, she knew that today would not end well. Jing Ling Gongzi was clearly impatient with her continued pretenses. To turn defeat into victory, she could only advance by retreating, revealing her own shortcomings, and pointing out that she was easy to deceive.

  But no matter how she explained, the Duke of Jinling still didn't believe her and was suspicious of her. At this time, Wei Luo thought of leaving, but of course, leaving was a last resort, she had to try again.

  For Wei Luo, the biggest crisis at this moment was not anything else, but that she couldn't reveal her true appearance. But she had already said that she was a master of disguise, so what if Jing Ling Gongzi asked her to show her face?

  In the past six months, she had lost weight, got a tan and dressed like a young girl. But this body used to be the last wife of the Duke of Jingling, how could he not have an extremely deep impression, and recognize her at a glance? Even if he couldn't recognize her, what about the people around him?

  So she decided to ask for a position as a food guest. Maybe it's useless, but maybe it can shift his attention? Maybe he thinks he still has some talent and agrees not to bother her anymore? Or maybe he thinks this is a small matter, not worth paying attention to?

  Moreover, she had two more tricks up her sleeve to confuse him. She only hoped to get out of the house, and once out of the house, she would have ample time to maneuver.

  Silence.

  Unparalleled silence.

  The Duke of Jingling stared at her without blinking, the air in the grand hall becoming heavy and condensed, as if breathing had become difficult.

  After a while, Jingling Gongzi spoke up, his voice rising, and said solemnly: "Come in!"

  The sound of drinking stopped, and ten maids from the two teams walked in. These maids held clothes, towels and other items, and walked to the front of the Duke of Jingling, stopping five steps away from him, where they all bowed their heads in unison.

  Jingling Gongzi slowly straightened up and walked out without looking back, "Go to Luzhe Palace!"

  "Huh? What's Luse Palace? Why does he suddenly want to go there?"

  Wei Luo stared blankly at the back of Jingling Gongzi, her mind full of confusion. As soon as Jingling Gongzi stood up, she found that she couldn't even use the two hands she had prepared.

  Jingling Gongzi took a few steps forward, just as Wei Luo's heart was rising and falling with anticipation for him to leave, that cold voice came, "Wei Luo, follow me."

  "Yes."

  Wei Luo got up listlessly and followed behind the maids with her head hung low.

  He seems to be getting angry!

  The Prince of Hanling left the bedroom and turned to his left, but did not leave the courtyard.

  They walked past a bend and came under the shaded path.

  Wei Luo's eyes darted back and forth, her jaw clenched. She took a deep breath, quickly stepped out several paces, and arrived behind Prince Jing Ling.

  Wei Luo walked up to him, only three meters away, with his hands on his hips and his head bowed, saying: "Young master, dare I ask where you are going?"

  The Duke of Jingling's footsteps were steady, and he slowly turned his head back.

  He quietly looked at Weiruo, and a flash of unusual light flashed in his midnight-like eyes. Then, he said with a smile: "Go to the Lu Ze Palace, it's just for bathing."

  Take a bath?

  Take a bath!

  Weiluo's little face jumped up uncontrollably several times, she stared wide-eyed, secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, squeezed out a smile and stuttered: "Young master taking a bath, why call Weiluo?"

  This is her dying struggle! She yearned to get a negative answer, so she looked into the eyes of the Duke of Jingling, full of expectation, all eager anticipation.

  The Prince of Jingling gazed at Wei Luo, his mouth involuntarily curling up. He raised an eyebrow and said lightly, "As my personal attendant, you will naturally follow me!" As he spoke, he took a step forward, and Wei Luo hastily followed with small steps. She was still racking her brains for the right words to persuade him when the Prince of Jingling seemed to think Wei Luo's face wasn't pale enough, and without turning his head, said, "Wei Luo can bathe with them as well!"

  Take a bath?

  Is it that kind of servant who also undresses and helps him bathe?

  Like a thunderclap on a clear day!

  Wei Luo fell with a thud, her left foot stepping on her right, and she did a standard "dog eating shit". When she struggled to get up from the ground, a piece of tree leaf had already stuck to the tip of her black nose, which was very eye-catching.

  Jingling Gongzi turned his head to the side and saw this scene, his mouth twitched involuntarily. At this time, Wei Luo stretched out her sleeve and fiercely wiped away that leaf. She took a step forward, looking up at Jingling Gongzi with wide eyes staring straight at him, her voice raised in anger as she said: "I'm telling you, sir! I am a proper husband, not one who indulges in male lust!"

  In one sentence, all fields are quiet!

  The swordsmen and maidservants who were following closely around them stopped in their tracks, their eyes wide with wonder as they stared at Wei Luo and then at the Prince of Jingling.

  The air has become heavy again, dark clouds are gathering, all sounds are disappearing, and only a rapid and chaotic heartbeat remains.

  At this time, Wei Luo couldn't care less about her fear of him. Unprecedented tension, unease, panic, worry, and the urge to turn around and escape immediately swept over her heart, causing her face to turn white as paper, and her whole body to tremble uncontrollably.

  Despite this, Wei Luo looked into the eyes of the Prince of Jingling and still saw calmness. Wei Luo took another step forward, clasped his hands together, and gazed straight at the Prince of Jingling, shouting loudly: "Prince, there is a saying that a scholar can be killed but not humiliated! You clearly know that I, Wei Luo, fear such things, so why do you speak of bathing attendants?"

  She said this, her mouth curled up, coldly laughed twice, and glanced at Jingling with a slanted gaze, "With your status as a young master, which youth is not within reach? Why must you make things difficult for my humble Weiluo?"

  She said this, took a few steps back, bowed deeply and said in a clear and firm voice: "The young master's orders, Wei Luo dare not accept!"

  She turned and left after saying one word.