Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

The petite and exquisite girl hesitated and was in a dilemma.

"What? Don't know where to take us?" Zhao Wujiang smiled gently and playfully.

"It's just that the little girl has a bad memory and can't remember which guest rooms are occupied and which ones are not." The girl's pink and white show was fluttering, she covered her mouth and smiled softly, her eyes turned, she pointed to the right, and said delicately:

"Guest officer, please."

She decided to take this man with a gentle temperament, as gentle as a scholar, and a bit frivolous to the right first.

Zhao Wujiang nodded, and Zhao Xiaoyin and Zhao Xiaoyin walked towards the guest room on the right under the leadership of the girl.

In Zhao Wujiang's perception, the guest room on the right was obviously much more yin-y than the guest room on the left.

I don't know if he was born with a strong Yin Qi, or because he had such a heavy Yin Qi after many people died tragically.

The girl took Zhao Wujiang and his son to the third guest room on the right, gently opened the door, revealing the furnishings inside, twisted her waist softly, gave a blessing, and said softly:

"Sir, there are only one or two very few guest rooms available at the moment. Please forgive me."

It turns out that the interior of this guest room does not look like the furnishings of an ordinary inn.

Instead, there is a small round table covered with embroidered red cloth. On the left side of the round table, there is a dressing table with a bronze mirror and wooden comb, rouge and gouache.

To the right of the round table, there is a wardrobe that is as tall as one person. The door of the wardrobe is slightly opened and closed, and the thin women's clothes of different colors inside are faintly visible.

In front of the round table is the bed.

Pink gauze tent and embroidered mandarin duck quilt.

This is not a guest room in an inn, it is simply a women's boudoir.

Zhao Xiaoyin's eyes widened. Could this woman really want to seduce her father, Zhao Wujiang?

Although dad is indeed handsome, is this woman too bold?And this is too wrong, right?

There were ghosts gathering outside the inn, and no one else was seen inside the inn, let alone any other noises. It was too quiet and eerie.

No matter how you look at it, this woman looks like a ghostly fairy in a fantasy novel, who specializes in seducing passers-by and devouring their souls.

Zhao Xiaoyin gently tugged on Zhao Wujiang's clothes.

Zhao Wujiang nodded and smiled gently:
"It's okay, just this one."

"Daddy." Zhao Xiaoyin muttered.

The charming girl smiled sweetly, and glanced at Zhao Wujiang with a shy look, her eyes slightly averted, her red lips pursed tightly, she hesitated to speak, she was indescribably shy and charming.

Zhao Wujiang was the first to step into this boudoir-like guest room, smelling the scent, and smiled softly.

Zhao Xiaoyin in his arms suddenly felt sleepy, his eyes were blurred, his eyelids were fighting, and he murmured:
"Dad, I'm so sleepy"

"Sleep peacefully." Zhao Wujiang rubbed Xiaoyin's little head and smiled warmly. With him here, everything will be safe and sound.

"Um"

Zhao Xiaoyin hummed slightly, lowered his head slightly, and fell asleep.

"Haha, I guess the guest officer is tired from traveling all the way with his children."

The girl twisted her waist delicately, walked into the house, closed the door softly, and asked softly:

"Is your guest really a member of the martial arts world? Why doesn't the little girl look different?"

"It is true that you are a member of the Jianghu. After you failed the exam, you have not taken the exam again and have been wandering around the Jianghu." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, carried Xiaoyin to the bed, and let him rest quietly.

As soon as he put Xiaoyin down, there was a subtle touch behind him, as if someone was sticking behind him, and the girl's voice came again, as if she was in his ear: "But the guest officer is so handsome and gentle, there is no need to worry about it at all." Not like a person in the world of martial arts.

But sir, just patting the little girl's butt was a bit frivolous.

No matter what you say, the little girl is still a young lady, and you have to be responsible, guest sir."

Zhao Wujiang felt a gentle hand touch his butt, as if he was trying to get back the advantage he had just taken.

He grabbed the hand with his backhand and turned around.

The petite and charming girl uttered an ouch and threw herself into his arms. She bit her red lips with her white teeth, stared at him with blushing cheeks, and said shyly:
"Sir, what are you doing?"

"What do you want me to do?" Zhao Wujiang raised his eyebrows, looking frivolous, and rubbed the girl's round buttocks with his big hands.

"Your Majesty, you can't." The girl cried out coquettishly, but she did not stop Zhao Wujiang. Instead, her delicate and charming cheek came close to Zhao Wujiang, her breath was like blue, and her eyes were blurred with spring.

The two bodies were close to each other, and Zhao Wujiang could clearly feel the girl's exquisite and hot figure even through the cloth.

He hugged the girl's weak and boneless waist and said with a gentle smile:

"Are you lonely and your little mouth is a little horny?"

"You" the girl's face was like a peach blossom, she gave Zhao Wujiang a blank look, and said angrily:
"Which mouth is the guest talking about?"

"Of course it's yours." Zhao Wujiang extended his fingers to the girl's red lips, and was rolled into his mouth by the girl's wet and hot tongue. The girl was so charming that she stared at him, her meaning seemed to be self-evident.

Zhao Wujiang smiled and pointedly said:

"If I were not a member of the Jianghu, would you let me go?"

The girl's beautiful eyes twinkled and she said coquettishly:

"How can I let my guest go? I just hope that my guest can be gentler later and let me go."

"I'm a scholar, so I'm afraid I won't be able to resist you." Zhao Wujiang was still as gentle as jade, with a frivolous tone.

He didn't seem to notice at all. In the bronze mirror on the dressing table behind him, a woman wearing the same clothes as the girl in his arms was slowly crawling out. Her figure was a bit more proud, and her ups and downs were so violent that she was almost ready to breathe.

As for his appearance, that's not known. His head of black hair completely obscures his appearance.

But her figure is really plump and graceful.

"It's obvious that the servant is weak and unable to withstand the guest officer." The charming girl kept teasing Zhao Wujiang with her charming eyes.

"But if you add your sister, how can I be my opponent if you two sisters come together?" Zhao Wujiang hugged the girl's waist tightly and said with a playful smile.

The girl's heart trembled slightly, and she glanced at the plump woman who was getting closer and closer behind Zhao Wujiang. She frowned, slapped Zhao Wujiang's chest shyly with her slender hands, and said sweetly:
"Isn't it enough for you, sir, to have a slave family?"

Zhao Wujiang never looked back from the beginning to the end. He held the girl's tender little hand, rubbed it, and said with a smile:

"Then, you killed so many people, isn't it enough?"

The girl's charming smile froze for a moment, her eyebrows became cold, and there was a hint of worry. Her voice was no longer soft and she said sharply:
"elder sister!"

Behind Zhao Wujiang, the dark wind howled and swept towards him.

But the moment it touched his body, the dark wind shattered, and a shrill cry came from behind.

Zhao Wujiang looked back, his eyes indifferent. A woman with an exquisite figure and plump figure appeared behind him at some point. Her hair was covered with black hair like a waterfall, and her face was as delicate as jade.

But his face was too pale, with faint cracks visible. Thick black blood kept pouring out of his mouth, and a pair of long eyes were filled with whites, and black blood kept dripping from the corners of his eyes.

This is not a woman, but a female ghost. (End of chapter)