The domestic guard is a little sweet

The carriage was walking slowly on the official road, and the passing people and merchant vehicles, seeing the sign of the palace, retreated and avoided it.

Arriving near the villa, Zhao Jin pushed open the small window of the carriage, and saw a lush green field, the vast fields, the land had been refurbished, and there was a little bit of earthy fragrance.

From a distance, I saw a few peasant men in coarse cloth and short clothes, bowing their heads to work, beside a thin woman in coarse cloth and linen clothes, the basket in her hand was overturned on the ground, and the food was scattered all over the field. With tears in his eyes, he looked at the woman timidly.

You can hear the voice of the woman scolding the child loudly, with a little local accent unique to southern Shaanxi.

The black and thin man next to him hugged the child distressedly, and kept persuading him.

Presumably, the child was naughty and knocked over the vegetable basket in the mother's hand, and the vegetable was broken.

Very witty.

Zhao Jin smiled, looking at the lively scene in front of him.

"Are these people farmers in the village?"

Mr. Liu was riding a horse, he was hearing and seeing well around the carriage, and when he heard his prince's question, he was all smiles.

"Returning to the lord, they are long-term workers and peasants in the village. They are vulgar people in the countryside. Where have they seen heavenly kings and nobles? They offended the master. The servant called them here."

Zhao Jin raised his eyebrows, rolled his big eyes towards the sky, casually picked up a plate of snacks that he had just fed, and said in a low voice: "The field is a rare wild place, don't worry about it, I will give you this plate of snacks Those children, let's go to the villa, don't disturb other people."

"Yes, my lord is kind."

Mr. Liu took the dim sum with a smile all over his face. Although he came from the palace, he came from a poor peasant family, so he knew the hard work of the peasants.

It is said that it is a hot spring villa, but it is also a farm. The hundreds of acres of fertile land around it belong to Zhao Jin, and most of the farm's [-] long-term workers are slaves who have signed a contract of sale. work.

Since Prince Rui is the current prince, he owns countless farms and shops, and this villa in the suburbs of Beijing is just one of his subordinates. He doesn't know how many long-term farmers there are.

After entering the villa, the servants and maidservants had already packed up. Zhao Jin felt the way for a long time, but he was in a hurry and wanted to make things easier.

Even if the ancient power class went to the toilet, there were four maids holding towels, incense burners, round fans, and clear water.

Zhao Jin is just a young social animal in modern society, how can he stand the stares of four people and eight pairs of eyes when he goes to the toilet, let alone four beautiful young ladies.

He pinched the center of his eyebrows in embarrassment, coughed twice and said, "Go down and get ready to take a bath, you don't need to wait here."

The slaves and maidservants of the villa signed a death contract, that is, the property of the master's family. They were beaten and scolded, even killed, and sold.

They heard that their lord had always had a gloomy and changeable temperament, and now hearing him say that there is no need to serve him, his liver and gallbladder were torn, he fell to his knees, and the timid one even sobbed.

Zhao Jin, who had a lot of pressure on his bladder, also turned dark now, with twitching veins on his forehead.

An Twelve, who was standing outside, listened to the sound, quickly dodged into the room, looked at the unhappy master, felt a little uneasy in his heart, and boldly said: "You four go out."

The maidservants had never seen much of the world, and they were already terrified at this moment, and left obediently, lest they offend the prince.

Dark Twelve has been with Zhao Jin during this period of time, and he also understands his master's temperament. He usually doesn't like to be served by others, and mostly does it himself.

He quickly put the towel incense burner on the mahogany table next to him, bowed and said: "Master, my subordinate is right outside the door, just call me if you need anything."

After speaking, he turned and walked away from the door.

Zhao Jin looked at his dark guard who was getting more and more courageous, and a faint smile flashed on the corner of his mouth.

After solving the reincarnation of the five grains, he took a bath to remove the dust on his body. Although he was sitting in a carriage all the way, he was tired and exhausted. The dark guard made a pillow, ready to take a nap.

The chest under the cheeks was warm and thick, Zhao Jin rubbed it contentedly, and tightened his arms to hug him tightly. The man's thin waist seemed to be holding a large doll.

"Hey, my Lord Dark Guard. You are so pitiful, you will feel sorry for a few maidservants."

An Twelve's body froze for a moment, and he said in a stumbling voice, "Sub... this subordinate has not..."

Zhao Jin saw the panic and embarrassment on An Twelve's face, and his wicked knees moved up, and he felt satisfied that the man's waist trembled a few times, and his steady breathing paused for a moment.

"I don't like having them around, why don't you take their jobs?"

"Yes."

In ancient times, although the hierarchy was clear and the superior had the absolute power of life and death over his subordinates, it was a bit humiliating for the guards to do the work of servants and maidservants.

Zhao Jin also didn't have this kind of class concept in his heart, and An Twelve forbeared to be dull, saying this was just a joke.

Where does An Twelve have such a concept in his heart, the master is the only thing he cares about in his heart, since other people's things make the master unhappy, then making him happy and comfortable when he comes to the master is the most important thing.

After waking up refreshed, he opened his eyes and saw An Twelve's pair of dark eyes looking at him intently, and his shadow could be reflected in the black eyes.

Such concentration and calm made Zhao Jin's heart skip a beat suddenly, as if a bubble popped in his heart.

He lowered his head and kissed the man's lips, which were cool and soft, like jelly, which attracted him to taste them constantly.

After getting close for a while, the person's thin lips were slightly red and swollen, and a little red was on the tough and resolute cheeks. Zhao Jin's voice hoarsely moved to An Shier's ear.

"In a few days, are you going to bed?"

"…Yes."

On An Twelve's expressionless face, there was a little confusion and panic, and his ears were red, like boiled shrimp.

Recently, Zhao Jin was practicing health-preserving exercises. For his own health, he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm down the restlessness in his body. He gritted his teeth and got up to leave the warm and flexible body.

Dark Twelve's ears were red, and he got up quickly to dress Zhao Jin, tied his belt, and finally hung a pressed jade pendant with landscape and cloud patterns on his waist.

Zhao Jin doesn't like to wear a crown, because his scalp hurts, and he usually wears a hairpin or a hair tie to tie his hair when he doesn't see outsiders.

Stuffed in the room, and didn't like being surrounded by a group of people, Zhao Jin took Dark Twelve and quietly left the village, came to the edge of the woods, and saw the lush greenery, and felt much more at ease.

"Master, be careful and cool off."

Dark Twelve picked up a gray cloak and put it on Zhao Jin's body, his voice was like the finest huqin, mellow and pleasant.

Zhao Jin looked at the birds jumping in the mountains with a smile, his eyes lit up, and he pointed to the biggest chestnut on the tree in the distance.

"I heard that for those who learn martial arts, flying flowers and picking leaves are all beneficial weapons. Can you take down that hairy chestnut?"