This is probably the first time anyone in the Yao family has seen the nobleman's ruthlessness.
Fu Nei, who was smiling at himself and others before, was still smiling, but there was something else hidden in the smile.
These things made them tremble in their hearts, and the stone-like guards in the courtyard suddenly came alive and stood in front of them. Prince Jin, who was always close at hand, although he had a cold face, was not scary, suddenly became so elusive.
Yao Cheng was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, but someone blocked his way, and he was not allowed to approach the west chamber at all. Hui Niang stood beside him, silent and didn't know what she was thinking.
King Jin stepped out from the west chamber, without even looking at the two of them, he stepped into the tall carriage.
The two of them, together with Mrs. Li next to them, did not dare to speak at all.
After a while, Yaoniang's figure appeared at the door, and Huiniang couldn't help calling out: "Yaoyao."
Yao Niang looked over: "Sister—"
"You're leaving?" Niang Hui's eyes were fixed on Xiaobao who was held in Fucheng's arms, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Yaoniang nodded, obviously she had a thousand words to say, but she couldn't say anything for a while. In the end, it can only be turned into one sentence: "Sister, you and brother-in-law are doing well, I will come to see you when I have time."
Hui Niang nodded and watched her sister get into the car.
It wasn't until the group of people left that she withdrew her gaze.
She glanced at Yao Cheng who was standing beside her, and went back to the house without saying a word.
Yao Cheng's face was green and pale, and he heard Li Shi whispering beside him that King Jin turned his face and refused to recognize anyone, and Su Yaoniang's little hoof was ungrateful, and immediately exploded.
"Just do it, and do it well! Yao Yan'er must marry me within a month, or I'll send her to the aunt's temple!"
"You heartless wolf cub..."
Seeing Yao Cheng's decisive eyes, the rest of the words finally disappeared. Li knew that Yao Cheng was serious about his son not joking with him this time.
The sound of the car was rumbling, Yaoniang sat beside King Jin and dared not speak.
This car is very luxurious, and there are all kinds of things inside, and there is a small stove in the corner of the car for boiling water and making tea.
King Jin got into the car, took out a book from the hidden compartment, leaned on the soft couch and read it. Under his guidance, Yaoniang took out the teapot, teacup and tea leaves from another hidden compartment, and waited for the water on the stove to boil to make tea for him.
The water finally boiled, Yaoniang washed the tea leaves with boiling water, and soaked them in the teapot.
As the boiling water poured in, the emerald green tea leaves immediately scattered and rolled up and down until they stood quietly in the teapot. Holding the pot in her right hand, Yaoniang poured tea soup into the cup, and then presented it to King Jin respectfully.
Without raising his eyebrows, King Jin knocked on the table, and Yaoniang placed the teacup not far from him.
Both the low table and the teacup were specially made, and the teacup didn't move even when placed on it, and the bumps of the car didn't affect it in the slightest.
Yao Niang looked at King Jin's hazy face through the lingering smoke, and for some reason remembered what Fu Cheng had just said.
She was in a daze and didn't know what she was thinking, and she didn't notice that King Jin looked up at her.
King Jin knocked on the low table with a book, interrupting Yaoniang's thoughts, but she didn't know what she was thinking, and when she looked up at King Jin, her face turned red.
"Squeeze the king's shoulders."
Yaoniang didn't dare to delay, so she rushed over.
Because the back of the soft couch is the wall of the car, Yaoniang can only cuddle up to him and pinch one of his shoulders.
King Jin's shoulders are hard and strong, Yaoniang needs a lot of strength to squeeze them. She pinched it once and for all, her eyes couldn't help but turn on a red mole behind King Jin's earlobe.
She thought this red mole looked familiar, but after thinking about it for a while, she remembered that Xiao Bao also had one behind her ear.
They are all so small, very inconspicuous, dotted in the middle behind the earlobe. If it is in the front, maybe it will make people think that the ears are pierced.
Yaoniang didn't take it to heart, she was thinking wildly, light and heavy in her hands, she knew she was absent-minded just by feeling. King Jin's eyes were on the book, but he felt a little itchy at the base of his ears, bursts of warm air were blowing on the tips of his ears, and he could faintly smell the fragrance.
King Jin's eyes were dark, he turned sideways, and with a long finger, he opened Yaoniang's skirt, revealing the belly pocket embroidered with winter plums in moon white.
The two different whites reflect each other, making the white luster even more lustrous.
Yaoniang let out an ah, and subconsciously clasped her hands tightly around it. Because of this unconscious squeeze, the arc is even more deep and fascinating.
"Come over here and have a look, did you get better that day?"
Talking about that day, Yaoniang was naturally shy.
He wanted to refuse, but he couldn't help thinking of everything that King Jin had done before. King Jin didn't tell her how to arrange Xiaobao. If she flattered him, would he let Xiaobao stay by his side
Because of this kind of thinking, or subconscious obedience, Yaoniang leaned over and loosened her arms tremblingly.
It can be clearly seen that King Jin likes Yaoniang's suppleness very much, his brows even raised, and with a mentality of tasting delicious food, he opened the thin rope and let the beautiful scenery appear in front of his eyes.
Looking at those two pink and tender flowers, King Jin's eyes were stained with blood.
This smear of blood is not obvious, it looks like red blood at first glance, but if you look closely, you can see that it is different from unrested blood.
He flicked it lightly with his fingertips, and the little flower suddenly stood up.
"The king is hungry."
King Jin pointed out something, and Yaoniang blushed.
…
She held it up tremblingly, and leaned close to King Jin's mouth.
King Jin took advantage of the situation and swallowed it.
Taking a sip is like fine nectar and jade dew, which makes people feel refreshed in all the 36,000 pores on their bodies. King Jin's long fingers slid all the way, lingering back and forth around her waist, rubbing and rubbing, pinching and pinching, almost not rubbing Yaoniang's body.
Yaoniang is a sensitive person, probably because she was severely trained by King Jin in her previous life, and she can't bear to be tortured by him.
In particular, this is not the first time for the two of them. Now Jin Wang is getting more and more familiar with him, and he knows how to make her fall in love, and how she behaves can make him happy.
She reached into her skirt to untie the obscene trousers, and as the obscene trousers slipped, Yaoniang immediately softened her knees, but under King Jin's gaze, she forced herself to straighten her waist again.
Satisfied, King Jin slid up the slippery thighs all the way, covered the two lumps of soft flesh, and gently kneaded them. At first, he kneaded gently and slowly, and then the strength became heavier and heavier. As he kneaded, his slender fingers scratched the grassy land.
After a while of kneading and teasing, it was already flowing water.
King Jin poked her in again, poking her deeply and shallowly, how could Yaoniang handle him like this, she panted coquettishly, as if water was about to drip from her eyes, she obviously wanted to go paralyzed, but she cared about his No, I can only support King Jin's shoulders and call softly: "Your Highness, don't..."
"Look at your flowing water, I'm afraid I want this king to mess with you too."
Yaoniang clearly remembered that King Jin was not like this in her previous life, but she doesn't know what happened in this life. When encountering such things, she always likes to put on a cold face and say something embarrassing.
She is a thin-skinned girl who just turns a deaf ear to her, but this time King Jin has no intention of letting her go.
"Huh? Do you want me to fuck you?"
Yaoniang gritted her silver teeth secretly and remained silent. Unexpectedly, King Jin made a sudden turn and pressed on her blood-congested small nucleus, kneading and twisting gently, how could she bear it, her delicate body trembled like chaff, and fell limply into his arms, pressing her small hand on the big Holding his palm, weeping softly in his mouth: "Your Highness, don't, I can't take it anymore..."
King Jin bit her earlobe, kissed and pecked slowly on it, and said in a hoarse voice: "How can you not be able to bear it, this king remembers that you bite this king tightly every time, for fear that this king will come out and be greedy." Woolen cloth."
He held her hand to cover the huge thing, the huge thing under his palm was hard and hot, Yao Niang shivered and wanted to withdraw her hand, but he did not throw it away.
Just being taken over to serve him for a short while, the giant swelled up a lot. He gradually lost his composure, and the movements of poking her with his fingers were urgent and ruthless. Yaoniang wanted to clamp her legs tightly, but she was refused to let her go, and she was vented like this.
"Sit up by yourself, don't let me serve you every time."
Yaoniang could only support her weak body, hold his shoulders, and sit on his waist.
Slightly lifted it up a bit, supported the blue veined and mighty thing, pointed it at his own small mouth, frowned and bit his silver teeth, and sent it in little by little.
Most likely because he disliked her sending it too slowly, Jin Wang held her pink buttocks and gave her the top, and it was so slippery that he entered the deepest place.
Yaoniang let out a cry, her heart was already convulsed, and her heart trembled wildly and died again.
And King Jin here has just started, one hand is close to her waist, the other hand is rubbing the white and bulging plumpness, and he starts to push up, every time, urgently and ruthlessly, so that Yaoniang's beautiful eyes turn white, She cried and screamed, but she didn't know whether it was extremely beautiful or painful.
King Jin hissed in her ear, "There are people outside. If you make such a loud noise, outsiders can hear it. People should know that this king is prostitution in the daytime."
After all, the movements under his body did not slacken at all, he held his pink buttocks up and down with his big hands, pounded twice, and then went deeper, holding the huge tortoise against the deadly part, grinding and grinding, The pounding made Yaoniang sore, numb, itchy and painful, and she suddenly lost her soul.
But this time, he didn't dare to bark anymore, and he didn't dare to bite King Jin, so he could only put a finger in his mouth and guard his teeth tightly.
This is the first time King Jin has done this kind of thing between men and women in broad daylight, surrounded by guards.
Especially Che Zhongliangtang, she was covered with slender skin like frost and snow, her waist was like a willow, and her face was like a peach blossom, and her pair of jade breasts jumped up and down with his fuck.
The giant thing under him was squeezed and swallowed by the beautiful pussy in all directions. If it wasn't for King Jin's extraordinary talent, he would have confessed to the past. How could he see such a beautiful woman being fucked to make his water flow.
"What a little whore, I'm going to die on you!"
When Yaoniang woke up again, she was still in the carriage.
It was only then that she realized that she had passed out just now, and seeing that the clothes on her body were neatly dressed, there was nothing wrong with it, obviously it had been cleaned up.
King Jin was lying beside her, his handsome eyes half closed, as if he had fallen asleep.
She propped herself up and sat up. Seeing that King Jin was still awake, she went to the side and poured a cup of tea.
She was a little anxious. Before Xiaobao was carried by Fucheng into the car behind, she reckoned that it was already afternoon, and she didn't know how Xiaobao was doing now, whether he was crying or hungry.
The more I think about it, the more my heart burns. Now that they are on the road, how can there be anything for the baby to eat? Xiaobao won't be hungry and crying right now.
Glancing at King Jin again, seeing that he was still sleeping, Yaoniang cautiously went to the window and tried to open the window.
Sure enough, they were walking on the road, and the carriage was surrounded by several guards on tall horses. Yaoniang tried her best not to think whether the movement in the carriage was heard, and thought about how to ask.
She blushed and hesitated, but the guards near the carriage had already seen the movement here.
The movement in the car before was more or less heard from outside, and the tactful and tender cry was really tickling, but he didn't dare to mention the slightest bit of blasphemy. Seeing a beautiful face in the car window at this moment, the picture in my mind is complete.
A guard came over lightly on the horse's belly, "Madam, what orders do you have?"
This is an honorific title. King Jin's concubines do not have official titles, and they are generally honored as Madam. Although this lady is different from ordinary people, she is a widow. But let this young guard see, if such a beauty is given to him, let alone a widow, even if it is a poisonous widow, he will hold it in his hands and love it like a treasure.
Yaoniang didn't know what to say, she asked if her son was going to be breastfed.
Seeing her blushing face and timid appearance, the guard immediately understood what she wanted to ask. Then, he cleared his throat and said: "Just now, Fu's inner servant has passed on a message, telling Madam not to worry about the child."
Yaoniang nodded hastily, said a word of thanks in a low voice, and put down the curtain in a hurry.
The guard looked at the lowered car curtain, feeling a sense of loss in his heart.
Yaoniang turned her head and saw King Jin looking at her quietly, his face was a little cold. She also realized that she was a little out of line with the rules just now, afraid that King Jin would be angry with her, so she hurriedly endured it.
King Jin snorted coldly, and Yaoniang carefully pasted it a little more, not daring to say flattering words, but her behavior was always flattering.
Seeing her so delicate and timid, King Jin is not easy to get angry, he can't look like he has a small nose and small eyes, and he can't see her talking to other men. Thinking about throwing the guard away tomorrow, but kneading her towering body with his hands, it was right to vent his hatred.
In the car behind, Fucheng was holding Xiaobao in one hand, and with the other hand, he scooped up the battered dough in the bowl with a small silver spoon and fed it to his mouth.
The people brought by King Jin this time, big men of Yishui, can’t let those rough-handed guards serve a baby boy, and they don’t have to make the baby boy cry. At that time, Nanny Su should feel distressed again. Your Highness is being petty. Therefore, Fucheng was condescended to take care of Xiaobao himself.
Ever since the king of Jin confiscated the feudal clan, Fucheng seemed to be as if one person was under ten thousand people, and he didn't do the work of serving others. However, he was used to serving the King of Jin in his days, and what a slave does is to serve people, so although he looks a little clumsy, he is still quite competent.
"You little bastard, you also know the smell of food and feces. Where did your grandpa Fu do such a thing? You are lucky!" Fucheng cursed, but his movements were light and light, afraid An accidental silver spoon stabbed the child's mouth, especially this time in the car.
How could Little Treasure understand this? He was hungry, and he knew someone would feed him, so he sat obediently on Fucheng's lap. When Fucheng stretched out the silver spoon, he opened his small mouth cooperatively, eating so deliciously that his face became a kitten.
Probably because he wasn't hungry anymore, and he wasn't eating as eagerly as before. A chubby paw was scratching at Fu Cheng's body. Fu Cheng scolded him a few times, but he didn't realize it. Instead, he gave him a toothless smile. .
How could Fucheng go to get angry at a baby boy? Seeing this, he shook his head, nodded his little nose with his finger, and said: "Look at your cute little face, if your mother can give birth to His Highness For a chubby and cute kid like you, don’t let your Grandpa Fu feed you, you can ride on Grandpa Fu’s head to shit and piss, it will make your mother more proud."
Xiao Bao also knew that Fu Cheng was talking to him, and stared at his mouth with blinking eyes, with a curious and innocent expression on his face. Fu Cheng laughed: "Why did Grandpa Fu think of telling you this, you can't understand!"
Of course Xiaobao understands it, if he is a milk baby, he will not understand it, but he is not.
He lived twenty years in his previous life, and Xiao Bao had been soaking in medicine jars since he was a child. He always thought that he was sick in the womb, but it was only later that he gradually realized that there was actually another reason for his sick appearance.
His father was his only son, and he knew that he had no mother when he beat Xiao Xiaobao.
When Xiaobao was very young, he was curious about what his mother was like. He asked his father, but his father never said a word, and those who knew his mother kept secrets, no matter how much he asked, he would not tell him. Later, after Xiaobao grew up, he found out through a little secret investigation that his mother had died a long time ago.
His mother was just a little concubine of his father, who died when he was over one year old. As for why she died, Xiao Bao only knew that she died in a fight for favor in the backyard. Xiaobao has some doubts about this result, because since he was sensible, his father has been ascetic, like an ascetic monk, there are not many concubines around him, and the few concubines are just like decorations.
Regarding this matter, the court would make a fuss every once in a while, but his father's wrist was iron and blood, and no one in the court dared to disobey him. And he, the sick prince, has been sitting safely in his prince's position until his body, which has been hollowed out long ago, can no longer hold on.
Before he died, Xiao Bao knew why his body was like this. It was not a disease in the womb, but he was poisoned once when he was very young.
In that time, his mother died, and he escaped by luck, but his body was broken.
In order to maintain his broken body, his father and emperor searched everywhere for famous doctors and miraculous medicines, exhausting the power of the whole dynasty, but they only kept him for twenty years. When he ran out of oil and his lamp was dry, his father had already entrusted himself to ghosts and gods, and monks and Taoists were rampant in the palace, creating a miasma of smoke.
In fact, Xiaobao wanted to tell his father that he should have another prince, but he couldn't say anything when he saw his father's temples that had turned white early, the corners of his mouth tightly pursed, and his face that looked like ice for thousands of years.
In the end, Xiaobao died amidst the golden light and bursts of Sanskrit sounds. He thought that he was about to ascend to the realm of bliss, but when he opened his eyes, he saw his young father looking at him with disgust.
Because Xiaobao was weak since he was a child, he couldn't run and jump like ordinary children, so he could only put his leisure time in the books. He knew astronomy from the top and geography from the bottom, and he also read a lot of rural tales and folk tales.
He was wondering if he was alive again
He really came back to life! Back when I was a few months old, not only did I see my father when I was young, and the old turtle Fucheng when I was young, I also saw a person who seemed to be his mother.
And his mother is not the concubine of the father, others call her Nanny Su, and he is not the son of the father, but was born by his mother and a shopkeeper.
After working his mind for so long, Xiaobao's small body was already very tired. He stretched his arms and legs in Fucheng's arms, blocking the spoon that Fucheng wanted to feed, with a look of disgust on his face.
Fu Cheng scolded with a smile: "The brat is smart, he has become a genius."
Xiaobao flipped through the silver and yawned a little.
What is going on with all this, he will eventually figure it out, since the gods let him live his whole life again, he must take good care of his mother and never let his father be lonely for a lifetime.
Although Emperor Jin'an never told him, but Xiaobao could see that under the icy cold was a dead silence, maybe his mother was not as insignificant as others said, but the emperor's past experience
With this thought in mind, Xiaobao fell into a deep sleep.
Fucheng wanted to laugh and scold again, but seemed afraid of waking him up, so he carefully placed him on the soft couch beside him.
small theater:
Xiaobao: I was born with my mother and a shopkeeper? ! Could it be that my father was a son raised for nothing in his previous life for many years (⊙_⊙)
King Jin: →.→Overbearing CEO face
Yao Niang: (⊙_⊙) I am also in Phuket Island.