Vol 5 Chapter 50: Jingle, would like to be the woman of Uncle Nine

In the flower hall of the inner courtyard of the Nine Kings Mansion in the capital, South China He vigorously brandished his horse whip, and kept beating the four beauties from the palace.
"Hey, drive! Climb all for this king, hurry up, hahaha—"
The whip whirled in mid-air for several weeks, and the cold wind of "swish" passed by. Under the whip, the four girls were weak reptiles, fleeing around to survive.
The strength of the man's whip was not too strong, but the girls were dressed in thin clothes and raised in the palace with delicate skin.
Therefore, even if the mad man fell off the whip, it was not light or heavy, even if his clothes were not broken or cracked, it would leave traces of deep purple, blue and red on the condensed and snow-like skin.
The whole body's burning pain is like being cut by a knife. How can girls of fifteen or six years old endure it?
They screamed and begged. Zhang panic and helpless, they crawled on the ground, hiding in Tibet, like four spinning tops, letting others kill them.
Hua Nanhe simply ignored their pain, and continued to happily wave the whip in his hand, chasing and beating them arbitrarily, seeming to have a soft spot for this cat and mouse game.
The louder they cried, the more excited he became, and he laughed and slapped the whip.
Soon, the girls couldn't hold it back, each of them screamed hoarse, their limbs were sore and tired, their heads were sweating profusely, their hair and makeup were messed up completely.
Two young girls couldn't climb anymore, so they hid under the table of the Eight Immortals, sobbing while holding their legs on the sandalwood table, their sweaty bodies trembling.
"Hey, who told you to rest? Run, don't stop, climb, haha!"
The man watched, laughed wildly, bent over and pulled out the girls from under the table, and forced them to continue crawling with the whip.
"Lord!"
The guards with strict knives walked quickly into the flower hall, with a look of tension:
"Knowing Lord, Princess Jingle is here."
"she was?"
Huanan Hefang turned back, frowning and watching the guard's expression, appearing reluctantly.
"What about people?"
The guard clasped his fists: "I was stopped by the black wind in the front yard."
"Hehe, this king really doesn't hurt the beast in vain."
Hua Nanhe embraced his arms and quickly thought about it.
Leaning slightly, his five fingers firmly grasped the back of the neck of the girl in apricot and yellow dress, and lifted the person from the ground.
Throwing the whip with his right hand, Hua Nanhe trapped the girl's slender waist.
The girl with disheveled hair, a beautiful melon seed face is intertwined with sweat and tears, the green and white are full of washed eyebrow lines and facial fat.
"Hey, don't cry."
Hua Nanhe lifted the index finger of his left hand and teased the girl's wet nose, coaxing her softly and wiping her tears.
The girl leaned in the man’s arms, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, looking straight at the man’s exquisite facial features. The water in her eyes was shaking with horror, and she looked like two people before and after this handsome man. Fushouyu's strong personality contrasts, feeling scared and unable to adapt.
The silver-haired man wiped a cat's face for the girl and whispered softly in her ear:
"After a while, I can only laugh when I see guests, dare to cry, carefully this king will take your skin off and make a lamp in his palm."
The pupils stared suddenly, and the girl panted a few times before daring to speak easily.
Hua Nan He Jie smiled, pulled the girl's mind away with his big hands, dragged her out of the flower hall, and was led by the guards to the front yard.
Jiuwangfu is located in the bustling downtown area to the north of the capital.
There are five squares in the courtyard, each with pavilions and pavilions, Nuanwu Xiangfang, fine water corridors, strange rocks and grasses.
At this time in the summer, the willows are green and blue, and the fragrant flowers are soft and soft. They are nestled around a pool of clear water. They are colorful, quiet and virgin, fascinating and intoxicating.
After walking along the corridor of Chaoshou before half a month, I heard sharp screams from the courtyard a wall away, interspersed with the muffled cry of beasts.
Hua Nanhe embraced the beauty in the yellow dress, walked side by side and scratched his eyes with his fingers, muttering impatiently:
"Women are really troublesome, why can all of them scream?"
Crossing the gold-clad threshold of the bat carving, the man stopped on the bluestone steps, followed the sound and looked into the garden of flowers and plants, grinning suddenly.
I saw that the leopards he kept were encircling the four people in the center of the yard enthusiastically, with their mouths exposing their sharp white fangs, and their front legs were raised occasionally, intending to pounce on those people, their sharp claws hanging in the dusk. Below, broke open the cold amber glow.
The maidservant Yuexin and the star screen were sallow, yelling in fear while not forgetting their duties, stretched out her arms to protect Jingle Princess, and kept dodgeing from left to right.
The waiter, Xiao Xizi, was considered half a man anyway. Even though he was so scared that his crotch was wet, he kept moving the coat of the official uniform and stood in front of the three girls, trying to drive the leopard away for them.
Princess Jingle was tightly protected by the subordinates, and his complexion was still bloodless and pale, and the cry of soul flying was the most exaggerated among the few people.
Hua Nanhe laughed loudly, stepping down the indented bluestone steps of the lotus sea cloud pattern, and whistling out of thin air.
The leopard immediately stopped attacking when he heard it, and squatted on the ground, his long tail shook, and his vertical ears fluttered twice.
"Uncle Nine, Uncle Nine, what are you doing!"
As soon as the danger passed, Jingle pushed her away, holding her breath and holding her shocked chest, glanced at the leopard, and jumped past it to Hua Nanhe.
"Uncle Jiu, who is she!"
Seeing the girl in his arms, Jingle immediately knocked over the jealousy, raised her eyebrows, her small face was angry, and raised her finger to them.
"Isn't this the woman the Toffee gave to this king?"
The man disapproved, squinted smirkly, his gray eyebrows flew up evilly, his big hand quickly leaned into the skirt of the yellow skirt girl and stroked it casually.
Jingle watched, her face changed drastically, and she rushed forward to pull the girl in the yellow skirt by the hair, tore her hard, and cursed her:
"Sordid biscuit, why do you stay here, dare to lie in the arms of my nine-uncle and come out for me!"
In the end, the girl was humble and was tortured by a crazy prince, and when she met an unreasonable princess, she had to cover her face and cry, and she could not fight back or curse.
Hua Nanhe was really annoyed by the quarrel, and simply pushed the girl away with his backhand, letting the savage princess make her move.
"Yuexin, Star Screen, and Xiao Xizi, all come over to the owner, but she smashed her face!"
Jingle still couldn't help but beckoned three of his men to surround the girl and slap her in the face.
Turning his head and looking again, Hua Nanhe had already entered the Half Moon Arch.
"Uncle Jiu, wait for Ying'er."
Jingle lifted up his skirt to catch up with Hua Nanhe, intercepting his path alone, twitching his waist and making a sour voice:
"Uncle Nine, why are you ignoring Ying'er?"
Hua Nanhe closed his eyes and held up his forehead, and has no idea what method to use to express his inner distress:
"Auntie, don't you leave everything to you, so what do you want?"
"Uncle Jiu, Ying'er missed you. Would you like to go shopping with Ying'er?"
Jingle's pink lips flicked, and the tone was soft and gentle.
The man was unmoved, shrugged, and went on to the bedroom:
"No, I drank wine all night and I was sleepy right now. This king went back to sleep."
The girl desperately wrapped the man's arm, groaning coquettishly in her mouth, like a sticky candy that couldn't be thrown away, and suddenly she blurted out a word without shame:
"Then, that Ying'er accompany Jiu Shu to sleep."
"what?"
The man stopped abruptly and looked at the girl's beautiful but not fully open face in amazement, his expression couldn't help but laugh.
The girl's thick and slightly curled eyelashes were frequently incited, and the gleaming waves under her eyes tried to catch the man's gaze.
The crystal clear watery lips opened slightly, evoking a playful arc.
Jingle let go of the man and took a step back. Between the four eyes, a pair of jade-white hands stroked the slanted flap of butterfly flowers and willow leaves, and opened the delicate pearl buttons one by one.
Her face was red and shy, the girl smiled and lowered her head:
"Uncle Jiu wants a woman, so why ask Jingle. Jingle, I would like to be the woman of Uncle Ji."