I Made a Fortune By Raiding Houses In Ancient Times

Han Yao felt a flash of displeasure in her heart and let go of her clothes. He pushed himself up on his chest and leaned back slightly to avoid the other person's lips.

With a hint of grievance in his charming tone, he said, "Brother Zhao, my feet hurt and I want to sit down."

 Zhao Jingming secretly thought it was a pity that he could almost taste the taste of the earlobe.

Realizing that Han Yao was looking at him with misty eyes, Zhao Jingming put his thoughts aside and said, "The county master's foot hurts, and Brother Zhao will feel distressed. I will carry you over now, okay?"

Han Yao nodded slightly.

Zhao Jingming immediately put on a smile and bent down to hug the princess.

Han Yao exclaimed, like a frightened deer, and quickly wrapped her arms around the opponent's neck.

 “Brother Zhao...you have to be careful.”

Zhao Jingming paused in his steps, lowered his head and said softly, "Don't worry, County Lord, I won't be willing to throw you down even if I throw myself down."

“Brother Zhao, do you really care about Yaoyao so much?”

“Of course, how could I not care about such a lovely girl like the county leader?”

Zhao Jingming was almost reluctant to let go of the beautiful woman in his arms.

But there was only such a small space in the private room, so even if he walked as slowly as possible, he still reached the tea table.

Carefully placed Han Yao on the black lacquered gold round stool and sat down, Zhao Jingming lifted the hem of his clothes and knelt down on one foot.

Stretched out his slender hands and gently placed them on his left foot, "But this foot is twisted?"

 “This is this one.”

“Then let me check for you. Are there any broken bones?”

 “Thank you, Brother Zhao.” Han Yao nodded lightly and saw Zhao Jingming lifting her left leg, and said nervously, “Brother Zhao, please be gentle, Yaoyao is afraid of pain.”

“County Lord, don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”

Took off the embroidered shoes decorated with Dongzhu, and then took off the white silk socks. As soon as his hands touched the snow-white and crystal-clear feet, Zhao Jingming immediately swallowed his saliva.

Zhao Jingming's eyes greedily swept over the calf inch by inch, stroking the smooth skin under his hands. Zhao Jingming felt his mouth go dry.

When he heard a soft cry, the fire in his belly suddenly increased.

 “Is it in pain, County Master? Brother Zhao, please be gentler.”

Han Yao's eyes were blurred, her teeth biting her lower lip, holding back the moan in her throat.

Zhao Jingming stroked his little feet with one hand and stroked Han Yao's red lips with the other, "County Master, don't hurt yourself, Brother Zhao will feel sorry for you. If you really can't bear the pain, just bite Brother Zhao."

Han Yao loosened her lower lip, a hint of strength appeared on her delicate face, shook her head and said, "If you don't bite Brother Zhao, Yaoyao can bear it."

 Zhao Jingming immediately felt distressed, and his movements were even gentler.

From the corner of my eye, I saw that those beautiful eyes had closed gently at some point. Those slender fingers stroked up from the ankle bit by bit.

In the private room on the other side, a waiter was lying on the wall. He saw the scene in front of him through the hidden hole and cursed in his heart. What a bad couple.

The two people who were intoxicated in the private room here did not realize that in an inconspicuous corner, someone was watching their every move through a small hole.

Han Yao's heart trembled when she noticed the movement on her thigh, and she quickly bit the tip of her tongue gently, forcing herself to regain her consciousness from the confusion.

Opening her eyes slightly, Han Yao felt proud when she caught a glimpse of the expression on the face of Duke Zhao.

 Hmph, the fiancé of the disaster star is nothing more than that, and it’s not like he can’t escape her grasp.

Seeing the hand touching him higher and higher, Han Yao blinked and tears fell one by one.

Zhao Jingming's arm was touched by the tears, he paused, endured his uneasiness, and looked up.

Seeing Han Yao lower her head and sobbing, she quickly took her hand away from her thigh, put it on her ankle again, and touched it a few times.

She endured the pity and pretended to be distressed, "County Lord, are you in a lot of pain? You may have injured your muscles and bones. I'll ask the coachman to take you back to the house and let the imperial doctor treat you. Okay?" Han Yao did not respond to his words. , but wiped his tears with a handkerchief, raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Jingming steadily.

 Blinking his eyes, tears rolled down again, his voice choked and painful, "Brother Zhao, you...why are you engaged?"

Zhao Jingming saw the admiration in Han Yao's eyes, his eyes flashed, and joy quickly surged in his heart.

Seeing that Han Yao was still looking at him, Zhao Jingming hurriedly put on a helpless expression, "The marriage was not what I wanted, but my mother agreed to it in a moment of confusion. My mother already regretted it and was about to cancel it for me. That marriage."

Han Yao immediately smiled in surprise, "Brother Zhao, is it true, you...you want to break off the engagement?"

Zhao Jingming nodded with joy, "It's true. If my mother hadn't been feeling unwell recently, she would have already started to cancel the engagement for me."

“Ah, that’s great.” Han Yao cheered in a low voice.

Seeing Zhao Jingming looking at him with bright eyes, he quickly lowered his head and said, "Brother Zhao, I, I..."

“Don’t blame yourself, I know you are happy for Brother Zhao. I am also happy to be able to get rid of the Ling family’s marriage.

That eldest girl from Ling Mansion is so vulgar and rude, how can she be worthy of being my wife? "

He paused deliberately and then said, "Only a girl as talented and beautiful as the county master is qualified to be the crown prince concubine of Zhao Jingming."

Han Yao smiled shyly, "Brother Zhao is both talented and beautiful, and he deserves the best girl to match him."

Zhao Jingming felt excited again at this smile.

Han Yao suddenly stopped smiling and shed tears again.

Zhao Jingming felt so distressed that he wished he could hold her in his arms and comfort her carefully.

“County Lord, what’s wrong, but my foot hurts again?

Han Yao shook her head, raised her face, and Lihua looked at him with tears in her eyes.

He lowered his head again, broke away from Zhao Jingming's hand with his left foot, and said with a bitter look on his face, "Brother Zhao, it's Yaoyao's fault. My foot hurt just now, and I forgot whether men and women are intimate..."

 Zhao Jingming was heartbroken, recalling the delicate and soft touch just now, and looked straight at Han Yao, "County Master, in a few days, when my mother gets better, she will cancel the marriage in Ling Mansion.

If the county owner doesn't mind, Jingming is willing to take responsibility. I don’t know, County Lord, are you willing to wait? "

Han Yao was proud in her heart, but there was a look of surprise on her face, "Brother Zhao, you, are you really willing..."

Zhao Jingming raised his hands with an affectionate look on his face and swore, "If I lie, the sky will thunder..."

"Brother Zhao, you don't need to swear, I believe you." Han Yao didn't wait for him to finish speaking, quickly reached out to cover his lips, and then leaned against his chest shyly.

Zhao Jingming immediately hugged her tightly, feeling very proud.

Her mother would be very satisfied if she could marry the county lord of Dingyuan Prince's Palace as the Crown Princess.

Han Yao leaned in his arms, extremely satisfied with the charm of her own methods.

 She will never let that disaster star have the opportunity to marry into the Duke of Zhao's house!

In this life, she can only hang low in the dust, never think of having the chance to climb a high branch.

The waiter in the private room next door took one last look at the two people hugging each other, restored the small hole in the wall to its original shape, and left quietly...

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