Tong Yangxiao's "daughter-in-law"

1. Wedge wishes me to be like a star king like a moon...

A slender boy of fourteen or fifteen years old held a wooden basin in his hand, knocked on the door lightly, and called out softly, "Master, Anling fetched water and it's time to get up." The boy's voice was clear. Refreshing, like a ray of spring breeze, but with a soft feeling, like sweet-scented osmanthus cake, sweet and moist, so moist that people's hearts have been washed.

Pushing open the door and closing it, the boy walked into the room, put the wooden basin on the shelf beside him, saw that the person on the bed was still not moving, couldn't help sighing softly from the bottom of his heart, walked to the side of the bed with small steps, and teased him. The bed curtain hangs on gold hooks.

"Young master, Madam said that the master is coming back from the capital today, you should get up quickly! If the master blames you, you should be punished again, young master!" The voice was still faint, with a hint of worry and a sense of confidence.

Finding that the person on the bed still didn't move, the young man finally got a little angry, put his hands on his hips, frowned his beautiful eyebrows slightly, turned around and wet the towel in the wooden basin, then wrung it dry, walked to the bed, and pulled off the cover directly The quilt covering the head of the person on the bed revealed the handsome face of the young man, and his movements seemed a bit rude, and he was about to wipe the towel off the young man's face.

However, just as the towel was about to wipe his face, the young man suddenly opened a pair of deep eyes, grabbed the boy's arm, turned over and pressed him under him, the boy was startled, and the towel in his hand He also fell to the side and couldn't help complaining, but his voice sounded like being coquettish, "Master!"

The young man called Young Master just raised his eyebrows slightly without saying anything. He stared fixedly at the young man's clear eyes, and found that the young man frowned slightly, as if he was a little uncomfortable. Then he noticed that he had been Hold the boy's arm tightly.

Quickly let go of the young man's arm, watching the young man immediately stretch out his hand to rub the already red wrist, the young man also felt a little regretful, more of a distressed heart, cursing himself for forgetting how sensitive An Ling's skin is!

Couldn't help pulling up the boy's arm, and found that it was already a little purple, and his heart hurt even more. He put it to his mouth carefully, and blew gently. The young man frowned with guilt, "Does it hurt? I'm sorry, An Ling, I didn't do it on purpose."

"No...it doesn't hurt, young master." The young man was pulled by his arm and was blown by the young master like he was when he was a child. He couldn't help but feel a little cramped, and replied in a low voice.

However, the young man felt a little displeased when he heard the "young master" and frowned slightly. After thinking about it, he secretly smiled in his heart, and his voice became deeper, and he said slowly, "Oh? No Pain? But young master, my heart aches so badly! You must know that your arm also belongs to me!"

As he said that, the young man gently kissed the young man's white and tender arm, his appearance was extremely sensational, and as expected, the young man's face was immediately stained with a seductive blush, and he tried to withdraw his arm with force, and said nervously and softly, "Sir ...Master..."

"En?" The young man let out a soft snort from his nasal cavity, full of dissatisfaction, and asked slightly threateningly, "What should I call it?"

In an instant, the young man thought of something, and the already lovely blush on his face immediately turned redder, as if it was about to bleed, and even his earlobes began to take on a faint crimson color.

Slightly narrowing his eyebrows, the young man could only see the long and curly eyelashes trembling slightly uneasy in front of him. The feeling of fragility and shyness made his heart surge, and he almost couldn't help but pull the young man into his arms. , kiss the bright red lips that were bitten by the teenager.

However, he still pretended to be serious and waited for the boy's answer seriously. After a while, the young man heard the boy's clear and soft voice, as if accompanied by the faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, melodiously passed into his ears, "Msg... Mrs."

Listening to this light voice calling him "Sanggong", the young man's heart instantly seemed as happy as flowers blooming all over the ground, and it was as sweet as spreading honey.

Slightly squinting his eyes, the young man stretched out his arms and hugged the young man into his arms. He felt that although the person in his arms was shy but did not reject him, he felt more joyful. He couldn't help touching the young man's soft and slender waist, and sighed in satisfaction. Said, "So good, my dear little lady."

Just when the young man wanted to secretly smell the fragrance, a high-pitched shout suddenly came from outside the door, "Master, master, the master is back!" opened.

Startled suddenly, An Lingqing pushed Nangong Ye away at once, hurriedly picked up the towel that had been dropped aside before, his face was flushed, and he ran to the side nervously, scrubbing the towel over and over again, not daring to He looked up at Nangong Ye.

The young man in the costume of a servant with a thick head and a thick head was also stunned at the door for an instant. Then, seeing Nangong Ye's dark and blue face, he finally made an exaggerated weeping face and apologized loudly, "Young master... I'm sorry! I don't know. I know young mistress is here! I...I'll leave right away!"

As soon as the words fell, the boy ran away like flying, as if a beast was chasing him, but An Lingqing blushed even more when he heard the "Young Mistress", nervously not knowing what to do, secretly He raised his head and glanced at Nangong Ye, and found that the other party was looking at him with a smile that was not a smile, and immediately lowered his head in shame, pinching the towel tightly at a loss.

"Dear young mistress of the Nangong family, why don't you come over to wash your husband's face?" Nangong Ye saw An Lingqing's cute look, and his mood became better again, and he suddenly thought of teasing him, and teased him nonchalantly.

"I..." An Lingqing's mouth moved, but he didn't say anything. He raised his head and opened his big innocent eyes, looking at Nangong Ye with a bit of grievance, and said nonuo, "Young master bullies people..."

Seeing the man in front of him pursing his mouth, Nangong Ye panicked instantly, and immediately walked forward quickly, picked up the towel in An Lingqing's hand, wiped himself, picked up the mouthwash and rinsed his mouth, and quickly put on his clothes , and hurriedly said while wearing it, "Anling, don't cry, Ye is wrong, I shouldn't tease you, I shouldn't make fun of you, don't cry! I will panic when you cry."

Sniffing, An Lingqing pursed her mouth, glanced at Nangong Ye resentfully, turned her head to the side, and said in a low voice, "I know I'm just a servant bought by Mrs. Master, just for fun in your spare time." Child bride', but but...Young master, you are too bullying! An Ling is also human, not something you can tease and tease if you want!"

After finishing speaking, An Lingqing ran away in a hurry, while Nangong Ye looked at An Lingqing's back, his face was flushed with anger, and it took him a long time to spit out angrily, "Play, thing?"

But seeing An Lingqing run away, Nangong Ye still held back his breath and hurriedly followed him out. He knew this little guy would always think about things when he was free, and this time he must spank his ass!He wants to revive Fu Gang!

After chasing to the garden, as expected, I saw An Lingqing squatting in the small cave on the rockery crying sadly, the anger that was full of him immediately dissipated, leaving only full of pity.

Walking forward slowly, he hugged An Lingqing into his arms, and when he heard him crying so hard, his heart ached even more, and he didn't care whose fault it was before, and immediately admitted his mistake, "Good Anling, Ye Is it okay if brother is wrong? If you continue to cry, my parents will find out, and I will be punished again. Do you have the heart to see brother Ye being beaten and made to kneel?"

An Lingqing, who was still crying silently, immediately raised his head upon hearing this, grabbed Nangong Ye's arm, blinked his eyes, desperately trying to hold back his tears, and said in a hoarse voice, "No, don't cry. Yes! Anling didn't cry, master and wife don't beat the young master."

Hearing that even his voice became hoarse, Nangong Ye felt even more guilty. He had long forgotten what he said before to "reinvigorate the husband gang", and gently recited for Anling, "Good Anling, brother Ye won't do it next time." Dare, I will never tease you again."

An Lingqing blinked, and said softly, "Don't treat An Ling as a plaything anymore?"

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Nangong Ye wanted to roar to the sky, "When did I treat you as a plaything?! Who doesn't know that An Lingqing is the heart and soul of the Nangong family?! He is also my Nangong Ye's baby boy! Little daughter-in-law?!"

The heart was clamoring violently, but on the face he still admitted his mistake, Nangong Ye had a serious and firm face, and gently assured, "Well, I will never treat you as a plaything again." Actually, I don't have any at all... …baby……

Unexpectedly, when An Lingqing heard this, his eyes widened suddenly, and he stared at Nangong Ye. Such an abnormal scene made Nangong Ye's heart skip a beat. Then, he heard An Lingqing's sudden growth in tragedy. Crying, and accusations, "Wow! Brother Ye, you are bad! You really treat me like a plaything! Madame, master..."

In an instant, Nangong Ye felt that the sky and the earth were changing color, and then a burst of cold hostility came from behind him, and then he heard a female voice roaring from the east of the river, "Nangong Ye! You actually made my lovely daughter-in-law My son is crying! You wait for my mother! If I don’t cut off your little bastard, my mother, I won’t be your mother!”

At that moment, Nangong Ye drew his sword and wanted to commit suicide...

However, when he turned his head and saw An Lingqing's innocent and wronged expression, he had no choice but to hug him into his arms discouragedly, and sighed quietly, "Hey... my lady! As a husband, I have been planted in your hands for the rest of my life... I am a profiteer known as the 'thousand-faced fox', why do I always suffer from you, a fool?" I am still willing to...

While sighing, Nangong Ye heard An Lingqing on his chest, and murmured in a low voice, "Master, don't want An Ling, An Ling will stay by your side peacefully."

Feeling a little depressed, a little