Step by step routine

After the fire ignited the prairie fire, there was only a piece of barrenness left... Rong Zhiming's fire ignited with incomparable enthusiasm.

When he woke up, the air was filled with the smell of blood and mutton, the greasy body in his arms was hot and shivering, and he was still sleeping in a warm place under his body, when he frowned and moved lightly, his arms The person shivered reflexively, and the sleeping desire began to wake up again.

Rong Zhiming hurriedly backed out, red and white flowers bloomed on the bed.Rubbing the sore temples and sitting on the edge of the bed, Rong Zhiming picked up the quilt from the ground and covered his dying body, took out the cotton cloth stuffed in the other's mouth, and then sat on the edge of the bed with a cold face to relieve himself untie.

When I closed my eyes, I remembered Shen Xiansi's broken appearance, with blood stains on his chapped lips, and a cotton cloth stuffed in his mouth.Rong Zhiming vaguely remembered that the other party cried so miserably later that he had already lost his mind and still couldn't listen to it, so he tore off the obscene clothes and blocked the other party's mouth with a piece of cloth...

The eyes are red and swollen with tears, and the porcelain white body is full of traces of joy, and there are even welt marks after the pleasure, concentrated on the waist and legs and snow-white buttocks.

The wrists and ankles are high and swollen dark purple bruises, and they are still tied with cloth strips.

It is conceivable what he has done... With a long sigh, looking at what he has already cleared up, he knows how long he has been messing around.

Open your eyes and look around, it is his secret room.In the dark room, which is not very spacious, there is an incense burner, a table and a bed hung with a water-red gauze...

There are bottles and jars on the table, as well as various red and white jade patterns...

It took a while before he regained his strength, picked up the robe on the ground and wrapped it around his body indiscriminately, Rong Zhiming walked out with his frivolous steps after excessive indulgence and opened the door. This is connected to his study room, on the wall behind the bookshelf behind.

As soon as he went out, Lan'er stood up abruptly, looked at Rong Zhiming with a cold face in a daze, and knelt down to call the general after a while.

Two days ago their general carried the bundled Shen Xiansi inside, and coldly ordered no one to go in without his order, and they didn't come out until noon today.

As the maid in charge of the General's Mansion, she was the one who arranged the small dark room. She can naturally guess what happened in it...

Fortunately, Shen Xiansi had the sense to choose the time to get drunk Rong Zhiming on the holiday, otherwise it would be difficult to explain to the palace.

"Go and prepare a bucket of hot water, take the wound medicine and scissors, and prepare another bowl of ginseng soup and send it to the bedroom." Rong Zhiming ordered in a hoarse voice.

Laner took his life down.Rong Zhiming went back to the darkroom and carried him back to the bedroom wrapped in a brocade quilt.Touching his hot cheek with his hand, Rong Zhiming sighed.

His heart is not very bright, and his family is ruined and he is wandering outside. Even if he meets a master in the rivers and lakes, he lives like a cold and sharp knife for revenge.Later, he joined Fenglin and went to the battlefield to fight. After being poured with blood, his heart became a little dark.Controlling and sadistic desires are at play.

Especially for Shen Xiansi...

Love to play tricks, restless, not well-behaved Shen Xiansi... It's as bad as watching each other's tears when they were young.

Lan Er quickly brought all the things, and under Rong Zhiming's order, she went out of the room and ordered someone to invite Song Wei to the palace, the reason being that Rong Zhiming was ill.

The welt marks on the body are okay, the main purpose is to add to the fun, just apply the wound medicine... But the laceration and the high fever are tricky.

There is also a wound on his wrist, he is a prisoner who has been on the battlefield, how to tie it is naturally how Shen Xiansi is tied, the surrounding area is black and purple swollen, the fine cloth strips are tightly strangled, and some places have broken skin and sunk into the flesh, It can be seen how painful the other party is struggling.

The knot couldn't be untied, so he could only cut it off gently with scissors.After feeding people ginseng soup, they hug people to clean their bodies.

...

Song Wei came here with the little prince Cong Cong who was more than half a year old.

Foreign envoys are visiting, Xiao Jue is very busy, and the little prince is only willing to stay by Song Wei's side except his father, and the general's mansion is in a hurry, so he simply got Xiao Jue's permission to quietly lead the baby.

At that time, the clown was already a little guy who combed two small hairbags and could walk upside down on the ground and play with the little raccoon cat without anyone's support.

A group of servant girls saluted Song Wei and the little prince, and the clown holding the cat's tail stared blankly at the indifferent Bai Shengsheng in Song Wei's arms.This is the first time he has seen a doll just like him.

When Song Wei waved to him, the clown walked up to him in a dazed and cute way, "Clown, this is my younger brother..."

The younger brother of the prince liked to keep a cold face since he was a child, and looked at the clown with distaste on his white and tender cheeks.

"Brother..." the clown called out, and leaned over to give Cong Cong a kiss on the face, "Be good~" Then he stretched out his fleshy claws to touch Cong Cong's head.

His Royal Highness, who was not happy, did not object.

Seeing that Cong Cong was quite happy to be next to the clown, Song Wei asked Tao'er and Li'er to take Cong Cong outside and play with the clown on the fluffy blanket outside, and went in to see a doctor by herself.

Cong Cong sat beside Tao'er, staring at the three fur balls beside the clown without blinking, the big fat raccoon went out to look for food.

The clown crawled to his side, and the little cihuamao surrounded him, squatting like a guard.

"Brother... want to play?" the clown said to Cong Cong.

"..." No matter how smart His Highness the Crown Prince was, he blinked his eyes coldly, wrinkled his nose and snorted coldly because he couldn't understand what the other party meant.

"That little slime (laughing)! Ugly!" The clown patted the kitten on the head excitedly, and when he got excited, the monsters around him also meowed.

"Hmph~" Cong Cong turned his face away and played in Tao'er's arms, so annoying.

"..." The clown stretched out his little paws and patted Cong Cong's body, "My brother is not good...you want to spank your ass..."

The irritable little prince turned around and slapped the clown's hand back.

The clown looked at his hand with his mouth wide open, and then all the maids watched helplessly as the clown raised his hand to his mouth and whimpered, and then tears rolled down and wailed loudly.

The crying sound stunned the little prince.

The kind that Lan'er Yun'er couldn't coax well when she came up, "It hurts! Bad brother! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo hot... how dare you make a nest...how could such a beautiful baby brother be willing to be willing to..."

"... "

The crying outside attracted Song Wei's attention, and he said to Rong Zhiming who was drooping at the side: "Do you want to worry about your baby crying?"

"Fake crying, concentrate on seeing a doctor." Rong Zhiming said while wiping Shen Xiansi's sweat.

"You're really good, if my Cong Cong cries, I won't have to worry about it." Song Wei read aloud brokenly, and continued to give acupuncture.

The dolls outside were howling louder and louder, the unconscious Shen Xiansi on the bed might have heard it and became uneasy, and then struggled and moved in his sleep.

"Look, I'm going out." When Rong Zhiming walked out of the room and walked in front of the clown, he was crying heartbreakingly, pulling his collar, punching the blanket with his fists, and the little guy immediately fell silent, hiccupped and then pulled After wiping his face with the cat's tail, he hugged Rong Zhiming's calf with a smile, "Daddy, hug Chouchou~" He was exactly the same as his father.