Fu Tong'er was stunned and shouted again: "Brother Lu Jin, my legs hurt. I need a hug~"

Lu Zhenzhi walked in and ignored him.

Seeing this, Fu Tong'er ran over and grabbed Lu Zhenzhi's arm: "Brother Lu Jin, my legs hurt."

Jiu Ye snorted, "Little girl, you are getting more and more presumptuous. I have even lied to you. Close the door and come in to sleep."

As he spoke, he saw the book lying open on the bed. Lu Zhenzhi took off his clothes and shoes, sat up, and picked up the book. Seeing that it was the page he had folded, his expression gradually became complicated.

Fu Tong'er lifted the curtain of the inner bedroom and came in. Seeing Lu Zhenzhi reading the book, she went aside, undressed, put on the black inner garment that Jiu Ye had worn before, and walked over with bare legs.

"Brother Lu Jin also reads storybooks?"

Lu Zhenzhi was originally thinking about something. Duan Qinghong came to ask about the case of the official silver shipwreck today. He must have come to get information. Suddenly, he heard Fu Tong'er calling him by the bed. He glanced at her casually and saw her white, tender and slender legs.

He couldn't help but look again and found that the girl was only wearing one of his inner clothes.

Lu Zhenzhi put down the book, reached out and took her hand, then opened the quilt and said, "Come."

Fu Tong'er climbed onto the bed.

Under Lu Zhenzhi's gaze, two long, white legs crawled over, stretched into the quilt, and finally rested on his legs. Finally, a soft little body sat down against him, the whole person leaning into his arms.

"Master Jiu~" Fu Tong'er had just finished shouting when her thigh was pinched under the quilt.

"Brother Lujin~?" Fu Tong'er corrected herself.

"Yeah." After hearing the satisfactory address, Lu Zhenzhi rubbed the place where he had pinched.

Fu Tong'er picked up the book and asked the question in her heart: "Brother Lu Jin, what is pawning a wife?"

"That's the custom in Old Duan's place. They sell their wives to wealthy families, and after they give birth to children, they pay a fee and drive them away."

Lu Zhenzhi stood up and extinguished the oil lamp. He went to the bed, took the book from Fu Tong'er's hand, put it down, lifted the quilt, and lay down with Fu Tong'er in his arms.

"Tong'er, does your leg still hurt..."

As he spoke, in the darkness, Master Jiu undressed Fu Tong'er, "Brother Lu Jin will rub it for you..."

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At midnight, a black crow cried in alarm. In Prince Chun's mansion, the Regent Prince Jiu was sleeping in his inner chambers.

Outside the quilt, a dark purple python lingerie lay quietly on the inside of the bed, disheveled. Inside the quilt, on the smooth, snow-white body, neck, collarbone, chest, lower abdomen, slender waist, long legs... every part was left with the marks of Jiu Ye's kisses.

Fu Tong'er turned over, and on her lips, which were as thin as paper, as small as a grain of rice, and as red as a cherry, there was still a trace of the man's passionate kiss.

Her closed eyes still held the tears of shame and indulgence from last night's intense passion. Her clean little face was still flushed from the excessive excitement she had received from Master Jiu. She was happy.

"Brother Lu Jin~"

She habitually searched for the scent of Jiu Ye in her dreams. Her two delicate hands groped for the man's arm in the dark bedding.

"Nineth Master—Nineth Master!" She suddenly opened her eyes, but there was no one around her! She was alone in the huge Regent's chambers! The moonlight outside was thin and cold. Fu Tong'er had already been stripped of her inner clothes by Lu Zhenzhi, and now she felt even colder.

In this empty inner bedroom, Fu Tong'er was as small as a snail nestled in a corner. She hid under the quilt in fear, hugging her naked self.

When did her brother Lu Jin get up? What time is it now? Did he go to court?

At that moment, the sound of a door being pushed open could be heard from outside the inner bedroom curtains. She started, and pulled the quilt tighter around her. Thinking of the manor owner Duan she had met last night, especially the strand of white hair on his head, she saw that he was a man with deep scheming, and his smile was even more terrifying.

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