This scholar is a bit cruel

Chapter 285 The Queen's Test

Leg massage? Foot massage?
Come again?

Luo Zijun looked up and secretly glanced at the powerful and incomparably beautiful woman in front of her, and her heart couldn't help but clench.

Is it a test, or...?

After the queen finished speaking, she walked to the chaise lounge next to her, lay down on her side, and looked at him with her charming and alluring peach blossom eyes.

"Your Majesty, shall I call Miss Qing'er in?"

Luo Zijun bowed her head respectfully.

The Queen raised an eyebrow and said coldly, "Why did you call her in? To have you castrated? Luo Qing, you keep saying you are loyal to me and willing to serve me like a dog, but now all I want is for you to massage my legs and feet. You can't even do such a small thing?"

Here we go again, trying to scare you!

Luo Zijun dared not complain, and could only say, "Your Majesty, this...this is inappropriate..."

The queen glared at her with her beautiful eyes: "Enough nonsense, are you coming or not?"

"minister……"

"Qing'er, take him to the castration room and castrate him immediately!"

Qing'er's respectful voice immediately came from outside the door: "Yes!"

"Squeak..."

The door opens.

Luo Zijun thought to herself: I'm afraid this is still a test.

He immediately declared with righteous indignation, "Even if Your Majesty wishes to castrate me, I would never dare to offend Your Majesty, much less do anything against propriety."

The Queen sneered and said, "If that's the case, then I'll grant your wish. Qing'er, take her away, and remember to have them use a blunt knife."

"Yes!"

Qing'er immediately walked over, grabbed Luo Zijun's arm, and said, "Young Master Luo, let's go."

Luo Zijun stood still.

Suddenly, Qing'er exerted her strength, grabbed his arms, and forcibly dragged him out the door.

It wasn't until he stepped out of the room that Luo Zijun realized this wasn't a test, nor a joke; they really were going to castrate him.

"slow!"

Luo Zijun hurriedly called out, then said to the study, "Your Majesty, I...I am willing to serve!"

The queen then gave a cold snort and said, "Bring him in."

Qing'er pushed Luo Zijun into the room, then threatened him, "The knife in the eunuch room is ready. Young Master Luo, you'd better watch yourself."

After saying that, he closed the door.

Luo Zijun glanced at the graceful figure reclining on the chaise longue and thought to herself: Let me pinch her, I won't lose anything anyway.

He lowered his head and walked over, still somewhat uneasy, and said, "Your Majesty, forgive my bold speculation, but Your Majesty wouldn't have deliberately made me do this, and then suddenly punish me for a great disrespect and have me beheaded, would you?"

Upon hearing this, the Queen suddenly chuckled, her face blossoming into a radiant smile. Her ample bosom bounced slightly as she raised an eyebrow and said, "Lord Luo, you're overthinking it. Am I that kind of person?"

Then, her peach blossom eyes, shimmering with spring water, looked at him with tenderness and comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, Luo Qing. Just serve me well. Even if... even if you offend me, I will forgive you."

Ok?
Luo Zijun's heart skipped a beat, even though it had offended her...

What do you mean?
Is this an implication, or... a test?
Luo Zijun, of course, dared not offend her. He took another step forward, bent down in front of her long, slender legs, and began to clench his fists and gently pound them.

Even through the silky, soft red dress, the delicate, firm touch still stirred his heart.

The queen rested her head on one hand, and with the other hand, she used her slender, pale index finger to twirl her long, black hair that cascaded down her jade-like shoulder. Her large, watery eyes gazed at him with captivating allure.

Luo Zijun lowered her eyes, her face full of respect, and focused on massaging her legs.

A moment later, the Queen suddenly spoke up: "Alright, give me a foot massage."

Do you really want a foot massage?

Luo Zijun thought to herself: A woman's feet are her most private parts. How can the Queen, as the mother of the country, be so casual about them?

Could this be the real test?
His face immediately showed trepidation. He lowered his head and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I only know how to massage shoulders and legs. As for massaging feet... I'm not very good at it. I'm too rough and I'm afraid I'll hurt Your Majesty..."

Queen: "Hmm? Where is it too thick?"

Luo Zijun paused for a moment, then quickly said, "Too rough, your hands are too rough."

The queen glanced at him sideways with her beautiful eyes sparkling and said, "It's alright, I like it when you're a little rough around the edges."

Luo Zijun: "..."

The Queen said calmly, "Don't underestimate my body, Luo Qing. If I were to use my strength, even if you were a man, I'm afraid you would be defeated by me."

Luo Zijun stole a glance at her slender yet curvaceous figure, and was about to continue to refuse when the Queen seemed to grow impatient. Her face turned cold as she said, "Luo Qing, are you dawdling like this because you want to go to the eunuch's quarters?"

Seeing that it did not seem like a test, Luo Zijun could only respectfully reply, "Your subject obeys."

As he spoke, he came to the end of the chaise lounge, glanced at the pair of slender feet half-hidden under the red skirt and covered by snow-white silk stockings, and silently chanted in his heart: Calm down! Calm down!
"let's start."

The queen glanced at him sideways and urged him on.

Luo Zijun didn't dare to hesitate any longer. She bent down, her hands trembling slightly as she reached out and grasped one of the little feet.

The moment his hands touched the stockings on that little foot, he suddenly froze.

As he slowly grasped and gently kneaded it, his heart suddenly began to pound rapidly, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

He stared at the bound feet in the stockings in his hand with a look of surprise and uncertainty, his mind suddenly buzzing.

This feeling... it's so familiar, like...

A sudden, turbulent storm surged within him, and his mind was filled with the absurd and "terrifying" images from the night.

From the first time at Hanshan Temple, to the most recent time in a pitch-black room... From the first time, to the eighth time...

Impossible! How could this be?

He lowered his head, his eyes shifting with emotion, his heart churning with turbulent emotions.

The man succeeded time and time again, easily knocking him unconscious and abducting him each time, whether it was at Hanshan Temple in the suburbs, Guanyin Temple near the palace, or even in the alley of the Bai family, one of the four great families...

Such strength and courage are inexplicable to anyone else, but if it's her... then everything makes sense...

but……

why?

No matter how I think about it, it seems impossible.
"Luo Qing, what's wrong?"

The Queen seemed to notice his absent-mindedness and snorted coldly, "Could it be that you're holding my foot in your hand while thinking about your White Snake?"

White lady?
Luo Zijun was taken aback, then realized: the Queen must mean the Bai family's wife.

"No, I was feeling uneasy, so I felt somewhat powerless..."

Luo Zijun quickly suppressed the wild thoughts in her mind and began to knead the fabric carefully.

Perhaps, perhaps it's just a coincidence?

As the Queen of the Great Liang, above all others and of unparalleled nobility, how could she possibly...

Impossible, impossible...

How can you be sure based on just a slight tactile sensation?

He dared not think any further, lowering his head and silently reminding himself: Calm down, calm down, it's not her, it's not her...

"Luo Qing, I've heard you have a thing for women's feet, is that true?"

At this moment, the Queen suddenly spoke.

Luo Zijun froze, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly said, "No, I didn't! Someone must be slandering me! I am a scholar, I..."

"It's normal for scholars to have this habit."

The Queen interrupted him, looking at him with a half-smile, and said, "What are you so nervous about, Minister Luo? I was just asking casually, and I have no intention of contempt, ridicule, or blame. Men's fondness for women's feet has existed since ancient times, and it's not just you who is like this, so why do you have to make excuses?"

Luo Zijun said, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty did not try to deny it..."

He certainly couldn't admit to such a thing, not even if he were beaten to death, since he was currently massaging the Queen's feet.

"Whether there is any sophistry or not, I will discern it myself."

The Queen spoke casually, then suddenly asked, "Luo Qing, do you think my feet are prettier, or your Lady Bai's feet?"

Luo Zijun's lips twitched, and he bowed his head respectfully, saying, "Your subject dares not lie, Your subject has never seen Miss Bai's feet."

"Oh?"

The Queen's eyebrows twitched, her face full of curiosity: "That's strange. Luo Qing has been married to her for so long, and he hasn't even seen her feet? I thought Luo Qing would kneel at her feet every night and lick them. After all, Miss Bai is as beautiful as a fairy and as white as spring snow."

Luo Zijun sensed the sarcasm and mockery in her tone and immediately recalled what Miss Bai the Second had told him: the Queen and Miss Bai the First had known each other since childhood, and the Queen had always envied and been jealous of Miss Bai the First's beauty...

He immediately replied respectfully, "In my opinion, Miss Bai's appearance is not even a fraction as beautiful as Your Majesty's."

For the sake of the Bai family, and for the safety of Miss Bai and herself, this flattery must be done.

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, the Queen smiled faintly, her eyes glistening with tears as she looked at him and said, "Does Luo Qing mean that he doesn't want to kneel at her feet and lick them, but rather wants to kneel at my feet and lick them?"

Luo Zijun's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said, "No, I have absolutely no intention of being disloyal to the ruler or his subjects. What I mean is..."

The Queen's tone suddenly turned cold: "No? So, does Luo Qing think that my feet aren't even worth you kneeling down and licking?"

"minister……"

"Luo Qing just said that your wife's looks are not even a fraction as good as mine. What, you're unwilling to kneel down and lick my feet?"

"No, Your Majesty..."

"Luo Qing only needs to answer whether she is willing or not."

"minister……"

"Humph!"

The Queen snorted coldly, and the door suddenly creaked open. Qing'er appeared in the doorway and said, "Your Majesty, the knives in the eunuch room have been sharpened. Several notches have been specially made to ensure they are both sharp and blunt."

Luo Zijun: "..."

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty is willing."

"Squeak..."

The door is closed.

The room fell silent for a moment, then the Queen spoke calmly, “Since you are willing, then Luo Qing, kneel down. Luo Qing has worked tirelessly for me day and night, pondering state affairs. Even if you have not made any great contributions, you have certainly put in the effort. Since I know of Luo Qing’s fondness for feet, I will naturally not be stingy with my reward.”

After saying that, a slender, beautiful foot covered in a white sock emerged from her red dress and was placed on the edge of the couch, completely exposed to his eyes. She said, "Luo Qing, come here."

Luo Zijun: "..."

He suddenly remembered something important.

smell!

He remembered the smell of that female thief very clearly!

And right now is a great opportunity!

(End of this chapter)