The treacherous minister under the skirt (taking by force) ( Mtl

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Shen Zhaodu never guarded against Shen Ni and always exposed his back to her without reservation.

The splashing water was as clear as scattered glass beads. He turned over and sat down at the bottom of the stream. He looked at Shen Ni on the bank and laughed heartily, unconsciously raising the corners of his mouth.

"Shen Zhaodu, you have strong qi and blood, so it's not suitable for you to soak in hot springs. It's better to soak in cold water."

The palace rules were strict, and there were countless pairs of eyes staring at her as a noble concubine in the palace and harem. Shen Ni had not laughed like this regardless of her image in a long time.

Afraid that Shen Zhaodu would whistle suddenly again, she jumped off the horse. The white-hoofed horse seemed to know that he had caused a big disaster, so he turned around and walked under the big tree nearby, trying to avoid his master's anger.

"Does the Governor like it so much that he doesn't want to get up?"

Shen Ni also squatted by the stream, scooping up the clear water with one hand and raising it towards Shen Zhaodu's face.

Water splashed into his eyes, Shen Zhaodu raised his arm to block it, and Shen Ni laughed louder after succeeding.

He quietly wiped the water droplets on his face. Seeing that Shen Ni still had no intention of stopping, he suddenly stood up from the water and hugged Shen Ni, who was trying to hide away, with the cold water all over his body.

"You've done bad things and you still want to escape?"

He was soaked all over, and the bamboo-green riding clothes on Shen Ni's body immediately became lighter and darker in patches, like a scabrous cat whose fur had been shaved off indiscriminately.

My face is not cold when the spring breeze blows, but it's different when my body gets wet.

Shen Ni got on her hands and knees to break away from this unreasonable and rude hug: "You made me wet!"

He rubbed his wet head into the side of her neck: "I haven't gone in yet."

She slapped her arm hard several times, but Shen Zhaodu refused to admit defeat and lightly slapped her buttocks: "You still dare to push me into the water?"

"It's a horse pushing you into the water, it's none of my business!"

After struggling for a long time, Shen Zhaodu remained motionless. Shen Ni was tired, so she rested her head on his shoulder and bit the side of his neck, pretending to give in: "I'm so cold..."

The arms that were holding her loosened instantly, Shen Zhaodu whistled, and the white-hoofed eagle under the tree reluctantly walked up to him.

He took out a baggage from the horse bag and threw it into Shen Ni's arms: "You put it on first, and I'll go pick up some firewood."

Shen Ni shook off the baggage, and inside was a red cloak with golden plum blossom patterns on the placket and hem. It was not her clothes at all.

She has liked bright red since she was a child. The quilt she covers is red, the clothes she wears are red, and even the dishes she eats are red.

But in the harem, red only belongs to the queen, and no matter how favored the concubine is, she can only settle for wearing peach or pink. Over time, Shen Ni became accustomed to wearing only plain and light colors.

"Isn't it cold? Why don't you put it on?"

Shen Ni turned around and saw Shen Zhaodu throwing aside the large bundle of dead branches he was holding, walking up to her and spreading his cloak over her body.