The domestic guard is a little sweet

Zhao Jin hated Hong Fei so much, it was because she almost lost her life in An Twelve, if it wasn't because she happened to take penicillin first this time, I'm afraid it would be too late to save An Twelve, this Hong Fei is really a femme fatale .

Zhao Jin's eyes were cold, and he tilted his head to order: "Teach her a lesson, make her sober, and don't pretend to be crazy."

"Yes." Sun Heli saluted, rolled up his sleeves, swung his rounded arms, and slapped the two big ear scrapers on Hongfei's face.

The man's strength was already great, Hong Fei's face instantly turned red and swelled up, and she spit out two big white teeth at once, Hong Fei was already frightened and stupid by now, she stared blankly at Zhao Jin.

Zhao Jin was dressed in a moonlight robe, and the auspicious cloud pattern embroidered with silver silk was in the hairband, which shone dimly. Standing in the underground cell, the candlelight gave off a little more light.Serene and majestic.

Zhao Jin: "Are you awake? Stop pretending to be crazy?"

At this moment, Hong Fei was pressed down by the guards and knelt down on the ground. Without the madness just now, her eyes were bloodshot, and she looked at Zhao Jin with resentment.Gritting her teeth, she said: "I have been by your side since I was a child, and the queen mother clearly promised me that I can be your girl in the same room and be raised as a noble concubine in the future! Now you actually favor such a vulgar man, hahaha, you deserve to die! "

Zhao Jin sneered, swung his arm violently and slapped Hong Fei across the face, his phoenix eyes were filled with anger, he lowered his head and approached Hong Fei with a cold voice: "What does the Queen Mother promise to you have anything to do with me? Let you die to understand that the person you thought worked for him has already murdered your family, even your younger brother who wants to get a job!"

Hong Fei heard that she froze for a moment, then struggled like crazy, and shouted hoarsely to Zhao Jinbulai: "Impossible! Impossible! You lied to me! He clearly promised me, you lied to me, hahahaha , you royal relatives, you treat the lives of us girls as worthless, why! I curse you, curse you..."

Before Hong Fei could say more vicious words, An Twelve took half a step forward and removed her chin with one hand, Hong Fei could only make a meaningless breath with red eyes, and could not utter any more curse words.

All the things Hong Fei knew, the secret guards had already tortured them out, so it was of no value now, Zhao Jin was really bored seeing her like this.

"Send her back wherever she came from. He actually worked so hard for her master. Of course, he wants to see her master after he dies."

The two hidden guards in the room knelt on one knee: "Yes."

Hong Fei's eyes widened, her whole body was trembling with fear, her eyes were full of terror, her face was full of tears, she still wanted to beg for mercy, but she couldn't make a sound, Zhao Jin turned around and didn't look at her again.

A group of people came out of the dungeon in a mighty way, and An Twelve followed Zhao Jin half a step behind. After thinking for a moment, he took out a clean handkerchief from his bosom, and took Zhao Jin's handkerchief that had beaten someone. Gently wiped his hands, and saw that the fingertips were red, and rubbed them for a while with some distress.

"Why should the prince be angry? Just leave such a person to his subordinates."

An Twelve's warm palm gradually warmed up Zhao Jin's slightly cold fingers, and he stretched out his hand to hold An Twelve's palm.

"Hand hurts, you have to give me a good blow when he goes back."

Sun He, who was following the two of them, quickly lowered his head and didn't dare to say much. He looked at his red palm from beating someone, and felt that he had suffered 10 points of damage.

After going to the dungeon, it was cold and damp there, Zhao Jin took a bath again, lit the familiar ambergris in the room, and then prepared to go to bed.

These days, Dark Twelve lived in Zhao Jin's house, and the servants in the main courtyard had become accustomed to it, and they valued Dark Twelve's identity even more, and they didn't dare to offend him at all.

Dark Twelve finished bathing and walked slowly to Zhao Jin's side. His long black hair was loose and his usual handsome appearance was a little more lazy. He was wearing a black silk loose robe, and the soft clothes stuck to his body while walking. On the top, the powerful lines of Dark Twelve's waist and chest can be seen at a glance.

Before coming here, the mansion doctor Mr. Zhang specially reminded that the prince is addicted to love, and he must have fun with men every month, otherwise it will be harmful to the body.

Zhao Jin looked at An Twelve with a smile, and deliberately stretched out the right hand that hit the man just now, and handed it to An Twelve's lips.

"It hurts, blow..."

An Twelve's icy brows were tinged with warmth, he stretched out his big hand to hold Zhao Jin's fingertips, bowed his head obediently and blew.

The cold fingers felt slightly itchy when they touched the warm breath, and Zhao Jin shivered.

Stretching out the soles of Ruyu's feet, she maliciously touched the close-fitting black robe, with a smile in her voice.

"My lord needs to check carefully to see if he has any personal weapons."

An Twelve's body trembled, his breathing was rough, and a little heavier. In the depths of his black eyes, it seemed that imperceptible flames were burning. Boldly, he stretched out his hand to hold Zhao Jinruyu's ankle.

"Twelve, serve the master..."

Zhao Jin raised his eyebrows and tore off the black belt neatly,

Such a man full of hormones, in front of me, lowered his eyebrows and looked down, taking whatever he wanted.

Zhao Jin stretched out his arms, hugged An Twelve's thin waist tightly, and kissed his thin lips that he had been watching for a long time.

After this incident, he also thought about it, why should loyalty and affection be so separated, this person is his by his side now.

"It may hurt a little, I'll take it easy."

"This is not good, it is easy to get hurt."

"Whether... or next time."

Zhao Jin's forehead was covered with sweat, he couldn't care less about claiming to be the king at the moment, the more nervous he was, the more he talked endlessly.

The corners of dark and tough eyebrows and eyes were stained with two touches of bright red. He glanced at Zhao Jin in embarrassment, clasped the back of the man's head with one hand, and blocked his chattering mouth.

The two climbed to the top of Wushan Mountain together, sharing the same cloud and rain from ancient to modern times.

The winding back, slender and straight legs, and rounded mounds were stretched to the extreme, and beads of sweat rolled down.

After the second time, his legs became weak. After the third time, he was carried by An Shi to the bathroom to wash his horse. It was too embarrassing, and Zhao Jin couldn't bear to think about it.

The irritable villain in his heart can't stop screaming silently, like a screaming chicken. It's a pity that the warrior's physique is too strong. After hugging and holding him high, sweetly hugging his wife to clean and bathe the god horse, it seems to him I can't finish it in this life.

Too tired, after calling for water, Zhao Jin fell asleep directly.

In the early morning of the next day, the morning sun will shine through the curtains and shine on the heavy bed curtains.

Normally, Zhao Jin got up early to practice health-preserving exercises, but now, after being satisfied, Zhao Jin was so lazy that he didn't even think about it. He still hugged the big human pillow in his arms and lay dead on the bed. , refused to move.

Zhao Jin let out a little breath: "I don't want to move."

An Shier stretched out his hand to help Zhao Jin's curled hair, and his black eyes were full of warmth.

"I'm sorry."

Zhao Jin wanted to continue to lie idle, but his body's biological clock and his clamoring bladder that was about to explode forced Zhao Jin to get up and get out of bed to solve the problem. When his legs fell to the ground, his knees softened and he almost fell.

An Twelve-eyed and quick-handed, supported Zhao Jin, leaned over to put on shoes and socks for Zhao Jin, with a serious face, he knew that his master had a good face, so he didn't dare to make any unnecessary expressions, lest he would feel uncomfortable.

"Master, step carefully."

"Ahem... Ben Wang, Ben Wang was just careless." Zhao Jin blinked his round eyes and looked at Dark Twelve. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that this guy was holding back his laughter. Like a peacock, he quickly walked towards the side room.

There was movement in the room, and the servants outside also carried the washing utensils, entered the room one after another and set them up, then turned and left without stopping.

A few days ago, master, no one was allowed to wait in the hospital, and these servants gradually got used to it.

As for Zhao Jin's affairs, An Twelve personally took care of them. He quickly took care of himself, put on the old black clothes, and while walking, there was hope somewhere, which made him frown slightly in discomfort.

When Zhao Jin came back now, seeing his unnatural walk, he finally felt elated. It seemed that his hard work last night had some effect.

Zhao Jin washed his hands and face in the copper basin, took the handkerchief from An Shier, wiped off the water stains on his face, and his face was beaming.

After the servants brought the breakfast, Zhao Jin deliberately picked out a bowl of porridge, put a steamed stuffed bun with vegetarian stuffing in it, and put it in front of An Twelve.

"In the past few days, don't eat spicy and irritating things, and drink more porridge and soup."

"...Yes." An Shi's cheeks were hot, the tips of his ears were slightly red, and he buried himself in the porridge.

Thinking of what happened to Hongfei last night, Zhao Jin felt that he could no longer be merciful, and that he should cultivate his own power to protect himself, so he simply ordered people to adopt those orphans who had no father or mother, and let them concentrate on learning medical martial arts, and even articles. , and do follow-up training according to talent.

Zhao Jin and An 12 get along quite happily, but the second prince is having a hard time right now.

Last night, he had a cordial and friendly exchange with a newly acquired Nanhu dancer a few days ago. When he got up in the middle of the night to drain the water, he saw a dead female corpse hanging by his bed. He was so frightened that he passed out on the spot. past.

After waking up, he sent someone to check the nameless female corpse. It turned out to be Hong Fei. He didn't know that it was Zhao Jin's handwriting.

However, after this incident, the relationship between the two was settled.

In the past few days Zhao Jin has set up a porridge shed in the capital and dispensed medicine for free, so he has a great reputation. Now that Tong Bai learned that the life-saving medicine powder was developed by Prince Rui's Mansion, he is all very grateful to Prince Rui. The refugees he applied the medicine even offered longevity cards at home!

The second prince deliberately wrote this incident on the note to the emperor, so that he could be rushed to the palace outside the palace.

"Uncle Huang, it was you who went too far, don't blame others."

Those who deliberately come to be emperor are not suspicious.

The second prince's incoherence is really hitting the nail on the head. Although the emperor won't take it seriously once or twice, but it's inevitable that he won't care if there are too many.

The second prince himself is the son of Concubine Xiao Gui in the palace, and Xiao Yuanshan is one of the three auxiliary ministers left by the late emperor, and now he is the Minister of the Household Department, and he is quite popular with the current emperor, so he was named a noble concubine.

Although there is the eldest son on top, the second prince still has some thoughts about the throne.

The emperor frowned when he saw the second prince greeting An Zhezi.