The domestic guard is a little sweet

Chapter 19 Attacked

Enjoying the emperor-level large pool alone, and taking a beautiful bath, Zhao Jin's whole body was sore and limp, and he was a little bored.

Dark Twelve martial arts practitioners, with a strong inner breath and sharp ears and eyesight, heard the voice inside fade away, and hurried in with a change of clothes.

Zhao Jin's fair and delicate face was slightly flushed due to the hot air. He leaned against the white jade pool wall, holding a delicate wine glass in his hand, drinking to himself.

An Twelve's throat tightened, his heart suddenly missed half a beat, and he quickly put down the changed clothes in the tray and bowed his head.

"Master, this subordinate will press the acupuncture points for you."

Seeing the words of his loyal dog Big Wolf, Zhao Jin grinned, and he blinked pitifully, saying that pressing the acupuncture points was actually very sore.

"Do you really want it?"

Dark Twelve is no longer a loyal dog, a big wolf dog, but a hard-hearted masseur, with firm black eyes and a decisive voice.

"Yes, dredging the meridians for a hundred days will benefit the master's health."

Traditional Chinese medicine generally means no pain, and pain means no pain.

For your own health, endure it!

Zhao Jin clenched his pink fists and cheered himself up. He looked pitifully at An Twelve, and said in a soft voice, "I'm running out of strength, come and hug me."

An Twelve heaved a sigh of relief, and if the master cheated for a while, he was afraid that he would agree without principle.

"Offended."

He stepped forward in two steps, pulled off the large white silk inner garment on the side, and wrapped it around Zhao Jin's body. He fastened the belt around his waist with his slender fingers, covering his white jade-like skin. Zhao Jin carried him to the soft couch next to him.

Dark Twelve poured weak internal force into the fingers, and slowly dredged along the eight extraordinary meridians of the human body.

"It hurts, it hurts, take it easy..."

"Yes."

"Well, here, here, use force, comfort..."

"Yes…"

The maids waiting outside were blushing when they heard this, and they didn't dare to lift their heads to remember that their eyesight was just a massage, but the prince was lying on the soft couch, screaming and sighing for a while, making An Twelve's face flushed.

After pressing, Zhao Jin was as delicate as jade, and the blush on his face deepened. With a pair of sparkling phoenix eyes, he glanced three inches below An Twelve's waist, and the smile on his lips deepened. He got up and moved closer to An Twelve's ears.

The cold lips pressed against the soft lips, and the voice was bewitching: "Get up, do you want me to help you?"

An Twelve's body froze, his breathing was a bit disordered, and his voice was dry and hoarse: "No, I dare not trouble the master."

Zhao Jin got close to that person, disharmonious Xiao Jin, stuck to someone's abdomen, scorching hot, his plain white fingers snaked down the straight spine of that person, counting every delicate bone on his spine , Satisfied, felt An Twelve's chest violently vibrated a few times, and his waist and abdomen tightened.

"But what do I need to do?"

With a superb appearance, and the unique gentleness of the superior, Dark Twelve seems to have 500 deer in his heart, jumping wildly.

"Subordinate...subordinate..."

Zhao Jinfeng narrowed his eyes, directly covered An Shier's lips, stretched out his hand to take his big hand, pressed it on the silver moiré belt, and communicated cordially with classmate Xiao Jin.

"Don't talk too much, my Lord Dark Guard, you can do your best."

"Yes…"

The hot air and the rich ambergris are the best spirits and the most seductive poison.

There was gasping and whispering in the bathroom, which stopped after a while.

When Zhao Jin went to bed with his family-shaped big pillow blowing the lamp, the maids around him still bowed their heads and their faces were flushed.

Harmony is satisfied, Zhao Jin is happy physically and mentally. He usually doesn't like crowds of servants, and the people around him are somewhat useless.

He thought about the big palace maids around him, they had reached their age, and it was time to get married, but he still had to ask his own opinion about the marriage of a man and a woman.

I think about some random things and gradually fall asleep.

For several days in a row, the hot spring villa has been intensively breeding sweet potatoes.

Zhao Jin taught the farmers how to fertilize, and asked special personnel to collect human and animal manure and kitchen waste to ferment for fertilization. No matter how good the land is, it must be fertilized and nourished, otherwise how can there be high yields.

The farmers on Zhuangzi are all farmers from their ancestors. Where have they ever seen such scum placed in the ground, they disapproved in their hearts, but they dared not disobey the order of the prince. Although they complained secretly in their hearts, the work in hand But he didn't dare to relax at all.

These days, Zhao Jin often pondered God's will, and suddenly found that the surrounding farmers no longer shy away from him in fear, and the long-term workers of the farmers would also come forward to salute with respect. After careful questioning, he learned.

The news that Zhao Jin is going to build a private school and medical clinic in the villa has already spread, and each household does not need to pay for repairs, but only needs to hand in a little food every quarter, and bring lunch for their children.

Moreover, the dolls in the villa, regardless of gender, can go to private schools, so people in this era traditionally think that women's lack of talent is virtue, but female dolls can understand how to write and will settle accounts, and Xiu Wuhua will be punished if she gets married that day. Take a high look.

Everyone cheered and thanked the prince for his kindness.

Looking at the sincere gratitude in the eyes of the farmers, Zhao Jin suddenly felt that if his face burned, he still had a sense of responsibility.

I can't tell what kind of mood it is, Zhao Jin is not a winner or loser, but these people are themselves who signed a death contract with him, they are their gods, and their ancestors have to rely on the prince's mansion for food and drink for generations.

Zhao Jin is a somewhat perfectionist person, and he must do well when things are done.

Li Desheng was corrupt before, and there were no two good Zhao Jins in Zhuangzi, so he could only spend money and send people to choose two, so as not to delay the opportunity of spring planting.

After the respect was successfully spread, Zhao Jin also let out a sigh of relief. In the past few days, a guest came to the villa.

Wearing a green shirt and long gown, wearing a jade crown on his head, his face is very tender. He looks about fifteen or sixteen years old, but he is a bit of a high-spirited person from Zhao Jin.

I saw him coming on horseback with three or five servants, and when he saw Zhao Jin dismounted from the horse and saluted perfunctorily, he had a small face in his mouth.

"My lord, I don't like masculinity, and I have no intention of marrying the royal family. I definitely can't marry into the palace and be your man wife."

Dark Twelve looked at Zhao Jinlang, who was in fresh clothes and angry horse, and was a little dazed. This is the husband and wife chosen by the queen mother for the prince.

Fu Ziming's posture of rushing to explain, Zhao Jin found it interesting, and raised his eyebrows: "I like a strong man with wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, not you, a naked milk doll. "

"You! You! You are too deceitful!"

Fu Ziming's face flushed with anger, he lost his mind, and swung his whip towards Zhao Jin's face.

Zhao Jin was stunned for a moment and lost the opportunity to dodge. He saw the horsewhip hit him in the face with the whistling wind.