My eunuch An is a yandere

Anjiu was nestled in a small, limited space, caressing and kissing the pair of well-proportioned, white, and slender legs in front of him.

Feeling the uncomfortable tightness of the legs, he kindly began to rub and pinch them, and gave them more kisses, soothing them to relax.

Bai Ningwei sat upright behind the imperial desk, seemingly thinking seriously about the steps for the eldest prince's marriage, but in fact her soul had already run away following An Jiu's kisses one by one.

She didn't know that Anjiu's frequent little movements were meant to show his consideration for her. If she knew, she would definitely say, "As long as you let go of my legs, I will naturally relax."

Suddenly, Bai Ningwei felt a chill, and she couldn't help but cross her legs. But the chill didn't stop there, and a slightly tingling, icy feeling lingered on her legs, causing her mind to speculate and follow this chill.

Anjiu actually wrote and drew on his legs. The numbing feeling was like an electric current, passing through his skin and spreading to every part of his body.

This strange feeling made her feel very uncomfortable, and she could only support herself on the stool with both hands to prevent herself from collapsing.

Just as the coolness subsided, the other leg was touched gently with warmth and softness, from bottom to top, stopping at her knee and ending with sucking.

With a gentle suck, Bai Ningwei seemed to hear a popping sound when the lips left the knees.

Such invisible teasing makes people feel aroused, so they can't hear other people's chatter.

The Minister of Rites suddenly asked a question.

"Queen Mother, so is the budget here too small?"

The second Minister of Rites held an opposing view.

"I think it's not a small amount, but rather a lot."

The two had different opinions, which was why it was necessary to discuss it with the Queen Mother.

"Please let the Queen Mother decide."

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Without waiting for Bai Ningwei's answer, one of them raised his voice slightly.

"Please let the Queen Mother decide."

"Ah? Oh, okay, I'll do as you say."

Bai Ningwei was called back to her senses. She clenched her hands together in a place where the two men couldn't see her, and replied seriously with incoherent words, which made the two officials from the Ministry of Rites at a loss.

So does the Queen Mother think it is too much or too little?

Anjiu listened to the whole thing at the table, imagining Weiwei trying to remain calm, and trying hard not to laugh, but his shoulders were shaking constantly.

This also caused the table to tremble.

The two people from the Ministry of Rites naturally noticed this unusual movement.

The Minister of Rites glanced at his colleague and asked with his eyes: Why is the tablecloth shaking?

The Minister of Rites rolled his eyes at the other party for the second time: Are you blind? This must be a sign of the Queen Mother's impatience.

The Minister of Rites still didn't understand: Huh?

The Second Minister of Rites shook his head vaguely, thinking his colleague was hopeless. He secretly pointed to his legs, then used his index and middle fingers to imitate his legs, crossing them, and then crossing his legs, while also imitating the movement of shaking his legs.

The Minister of Rites suddenly realized what was going on and quietly gave the other party a thumbs up.

It is very clear now. They are doing their best for the eldest prince's marriage. It is obvious that the empress dowager does not care about it. It is just because of her status that she has to listen to them patiently.

Then they understood that the eldest prince's marriage was to be kept simple according to the prescribed rules.

There was no need to say anything else. They just made an excuse and left.

Bai Ningwei finally breathed a sigh of relief, bent down, and reached out to grab Anjiu's ear.

"you do this delibrately."

An Jiu leaned against the table and held Bai Ningwei's wrist.

"My legs are numb and I can't move."

He pulled the person off the chair with a single effort. To prevent Bai Ningwei from hitting her head like he did, he even protected her head with his hand.

"Why are you pulling me down here?"

Bai Ningwei looked at her legs unhappily, her face flushing instantly as she couldn't help herself any longer.

This bastard An Jiu actually drew pornographic pictures on his own legs.

Anjiu's painting skills were average, but he was able to draw the figures clearly, with the woman on top and the man on the bottom, which was the pose he had just proposed.

"I told you, my legs are numb. You don't care about me at all."

Anjiu felt aggrieved, tilting his head slightly, frowning slightly, and his bright eyes seemed to speak, saying that she was a heartless woman.

"Only your legs are numb, not your hands?"

"My hand is fine."

As he spoke, An Jiu raised his wrist, and in his hand was the outer robe that Bai Ningwei had just taken off.

This shameless and despicable look made Bai Ningwei feel a little annoyed.

She lifted the tablecloth and gave instructions to Li Xiaojiu who was outside the door.

"I'm going to rest for a while. No one is allowed to come in and disturb me."

Li Xiaojiu touched his nose uncomfortably after hearing this. Commander An was still inside, and the Queen Mother was able to rest. One could only say that Commander An was worthy of being the Queen Mother's confidant and a role model for our generation.

The Purple Palace was empty, the incense burner was still burning, and the thin smoke slowly drifted into the sky. The emperor's ambergris filled the entire Purple Palace, but it could not blend into the space behind the imperial desk.

It seemed as if a barrier had formed here, with a heat and panting feeling different from other places. Only the rhythmic swaying of the imperial desk gave away some clues.

At the last moment, Bai Ningwei's mind uncontrollably thought of a sentence.

A wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as a mistress. This is true.

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As the saying goes, people's sorrows and joys are not shared. In a small courtyard in Zhao Hou Mansion, a woman was banging on the door of the courtyard.

"Open the door! Open the door! Let me out."

The old woman guarding the gate spat through the door.

"Don't worry, Auntie. The eldest master has kept you in the mansion because he is thinking of the piece of meat in your arms. If you mess up that piece of meat, all your blessings will end."

The gatekeeper was sent by the eldest son's wife. Every word she said pierced the woman's heart.

"I really don't know what the concubine is thinking. You refused a seventh-rank official position and insisted on being a concubine. Look, people really can't be humble. Now you have lost your official status and are locked in the yard. Tsk tsk tsk tsk."

The old woman was very eloquent and started talking non-stop. The woman behind the door was already crying.

How did she know the ending would be like this?

When a man comes to her, he swears that he loves her and will make her his equal wife as long as they have a child, and that the child will be a legitimate one regardless of whether it is a boy or a girl.

How could she, an ignorant orphan, withstand such sweet talk?

General Zhang Ying had come to her and told her that men with official positions could not be concubines. "Equal wife" sounded nice, but she was still a concubine.

But she didn't believe it. She thought that whoever the man loved was the real mistress.

So she resigned from her position as female city patrol and focused on finding a man.

The man clearly said how amazing the jade pendant was, and that after entering the Marquis's Mansion, she would no longer be alone.

But the man went to the palace and was carried back, saying that his bones were broken and he would be crippled.

In a rage, her father-in-law locked her in this dilapidated courtyard, and no one could help her when she cried out to heaven or earth.

Looking back now, the happiest days of my short life were the days when I trained with General Zhang Ying and my sisters.

Unfortunately, she realized it too late.

Looking at the red color flowing out from under her body, she gave up pounding on the door and just let it go. She couldn't go back anyway.