I don't know how much time passed, but Ximenlang, who felt a splitting headache, opened his eyes and glanced around in confusion. Now, someone had stripped him of his regimental uniform, and he was lying on the cold marble floor wearing only a pair of briefs.
His body, wrists and ankles were all tied with cowhide ropes mixed with steel wire, as if he were a prisoner.
Beside the round table, Master Hong Jiao was sitting there quietly, but her image was very different from her usual appearance. The bun on her head was untied, her curvy long hair was hanging on her snow-white shoulders, and a few traces of her pretty face were left.
She blushed and looked delicate and charming, even ten years younger than usual.
Hong Jiao's coat has been taken off and she is only wearing a red bellyband. Although she is middle-aged, her skin is as good as snow. Although her chest is flat and seems to be underdeveloped, she looks younger and has a delicate charm.
She looks like a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old.
On the table, five empty wine bottles stood there. Hong Jiao picked up the wine in the glass with her delicate hand and raised her head. The wine fell down like a silver chain and fell into her mouth...
This was the first time that Ximen Lang saw his mistress like this. He felt that she was full of charming and coquettish temperament, and she actually looked like Nie Xiaoqian in A Chinese Ghost Story. He widened his eyes as if he had seen a ghost, and was so surprised.
After finishing the wine, Hong Jiao put the glass on the table. When she heard a sound coming from the side, she turned around and saw Ximen Lang with a surprised face.
The expression on this young man's face brought her back to her youth, remembering the time when she, Hong Jiao, was naturally beautiful and a flower in Xijing, coveted by countless men.
Over the years, Hong Jiao has been living in hatred and depression. Now after drinking, she has regained her original self-confidence. She is no longer a pitiable disabled woman, she is the princess who once conquered the country.
Hong Jiao smiled sweetly, and asked in a drunken voice, "Xiao Lang, am I beautiful?"
Ximen Lang felt that he had really seen a ghost, or was having a nightmare. He bit his lip. It really hurt. This meant that it was not a dream. However, why was the scene in front of him so weird? He asked with a trembling voice: "Master, what's wrong with you?"
, what is this for?”
Hong Jiao laughed wildly, with a sound like a silver bell, and her body trembled non-stop. When she had laughed enough, she said in a cooing voice: "It's nothing, I'm just asking you... am I beautiful? You have to be truthful."
answer?"
Ximen Lang frowned. It seemed that the master's wife had drunk too much, so that's why she was like this. But why did she drug me in the wine? Damn it, did the master's wife see me handsome and want to fuck me?
.That's not possible. Zi Ling and I are already married, and she is my prospective mother-in-law. How can I do this? Besides, I can't cuckold Master at all!
After some random thoughts, Ximen Lang thought, if the master's wife really wants to do that, I would rather die than do it. At the moment, he can only say perfunctorily: "Beautiful... the master's wife is a great beauty..."
Hong Jiao smiled coquettishly again and said happily: "You have such a sweet mouth. It reminds me of a guy. That guy was also handsome, with a mouth that sparkled like a lotus tongue, and he charmed so many innocent girls to death.
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Ximenlang became more and more confused. He had no idea what she was talking about and looked at her with a blank look.
Hong Jiao's drunken eyes were dim, and she glanced sideways at the handsome young man who was almost naked, and asked in a coquettish voice: "Xiao Lang, do you like Master Niang?"
Oh my God, what is this? You are my wife, why are you acting coquettishly like a little girl?
Ximen Lang suddenly discovered that the master's wife, who was always as cold as ice on weekdays, turned out to be very romantic at heart. It could be summed up in one sentence, very romantic and coquettish!
In desperation, Ximen Lang said with a sad face: "Master Wife, I should respect you, shouldn't I like you?"
"You fart!" Hong Jiao's face changed, and she cursed: "You little bastard, hypocrite, think of me, Hong Jiao, who is born with a good face and a good figure. That man can't drool after looking at it. Why don't you like it?"
..." She cursed more and more vigorously, and she actually grabbed the chopsticks on the table and threw them away.
When Ximen Lang saw the two chopsticks coming towards his eyes, his face changed drastically. What are you doing? The master's wife actually tried to get serious with me. Although the chopsticks are made of bamboo, with the master's skill, they can definitely blind my eyes.
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At the critical moment, Ximen Lang hurriedly turned his head to avoid it, and the two chopsticks flew close to his ears and hit the ground with a snap.
Hong Jiao was furious and shouted: "You bastard, how dare you hide?" She walked over with crutches, got in front of Ximen Lang, picked up her right crutch and hit him with all her strength, one after another, beating and cursing at the same time:
"I asked you to hide...bastard...see where you can hide..."
Ximen Lang never expected that the mistress would actually attack him and hit him with an iron crutch. He could only roll back and forth, trying to avoid key parts such as his face and the small waves below, using the golden bell mask and the strong thong
Yuan Gong resisted the opponent's beating. Although waves of severe pain came to him, he did not suffer much damage from it.
After a while, Ximen Lang's body became bruised and purple after being severely beaten. Hong Jiao was also a little tired from lifting it, so she stopped, staring at the boy with an angry look in her bright eyes, and shouted: "You little beast, you
Do you know why I hit you?"
Ximen Lang said hurriedly: "I don't know, disciple, why should I ask my wife to make it clear?"
A cold light flashed in Hong Jiao's eyes, and she said fiercely: "You still dare to pretend to be confused with me, let me ask you, who are you Zhang Xiaofeng?"
Ximen Lang was startled. He glanced at the mistress's face with the corner of his eye. He immediately felt something was wrong and thought to himself, is there some deep hatred between the mistress and my father? If that was the case, it would be terrible. She
I have to give me a son to repay my father's debt!
For a time, Ximen Lang had countless thoughts in his mind, and felt that he must not admit it, otherwise he would easily be killed.
Thinking of this, Ximen Lang pretended to be puzzled and said: "I don't know who Zhang Xiaofeng is..."
Because of her rage, the blush on Hong Jiao's face gradually disappeared and was replaced by frost. She said coldly: "You really know how to act, just as good as that bastard. But it doesn't matter, I have all the tricks to make it happen."
Tell the truth. Otherwise
Then, I am not Xijing Hongjiao." She let go of her crutches, let the two crutches fall to the side, and plopped down on the ground. She reached into her trouser pocket with her left hand, and when she took it out, there was a simple hand with a
The patterned small brocade box looks like a jewelry box.
Hong Jiao opened the lid of the brocade box and saw hundreds of embroidery needles inside, neatly stacked together. She took out an embroidery needle, picked it up with two spring-onion-like fingers, and placed it under the light.
I squinted my eyes and looked over, falling into endless thoughts...