doting queen

Zhuang Yan's words were so sudden that the young master, who was crawling around on him without any consequences, was frightened and froze.

The young master raised his head slightly, revealing his star-like eyes, as if he could smell the blood on his body, his eyes were dim and full of fear.

Zhuang Yan guessed that he would have such an expression, a feeling of disappointment rose in his heart, and he couldn't help but let go of the hands holding him.

Unexpectedly, the young master suddenly reached out and locked his waist tightly, pursing his lips and asked him distressedly, "Are you injured, does it hurt?"

"Huh?" This time, Zhuang Yan was stunned, frowning, staring at the young master, as if he didn't understand what the young master was saying.He just heard what the young master said?The young master was worried about whether he was injured!

The young master climbed up a little bit, kissed his solemn chin with his bright red lips, and sighed like an adult, "Oh, don't kill people in the future, if they bully you, tell me, I..."

"How about you?" Zhuang Yan turned the quilt back, opened the young master's legs and let him sit on his body, and put his fingers into the little belly pocket on his body, specifically pinching his soft spots.

"I'll hit them." The young master exhaled, he didn't know what was going on, he used to feel ashamed to touch him solemnly, but now he always wants to pee, and he has to be clamped tightly so he can't pee.

Zhuang Yan only thought it was funny, but his heart was very warm. His little heart still knew how to protect him. He pinched the young master's roots, "Do you remember your birthday?"

The young master twisted a couple of times, trying to push him away, but felt strangely comfortable, so he hummed twice, "Remember, on August [-]st, I have already passed my birth."

"Passed?" Zhuang Yan narrowed his eyes, then turned over and pressed him under him, "Then you are already eighteen this year? Isn't it? Huh?"

Sure enough, the young master stared, covered his hands in a panic and bowed down, "No, I'm only 17 years old, and I don't have a crown yet, don't talk nonsense."

Zhuang Yan looked at him for a while, and thought of something, "Don't want to grow up?"

"Anyway, there is no eighteenth." The young master avoided his sight, his voice was a little choked up, as if he was avoiding something he didn't want to face.

Zhuang Yan didn't continue to ask any further questions, and hugged the man to ponder for himself.He calculated the time, now it is December, the young master has been here for more than a month, and the funeral has been held for two months.If he pushes it right.The young master's mother didn't get it when he held the coronation ceremony. The young master didn't want to face the fact that his mother had left, so he kept saying that he was seventeen.

After clarifying this matter, Zhuang Yan hugged him tightly, and whispered in his ear: "Seventeen is seventeen, and I won't eat you. I will accompany you in the crowning ceremony in August next year, and I will treat you twenty. I marry you and go home."

The young master hummed sullenly, grabbed his hand and brought it under his crotch, "I don't feel well, feel it for me."

Zhuang Yan really couldn't do anything with his petite heart, and hated himself for being inappropriate. Today, the young master committed a serious crime. He didn't dare to let the young master hurt himself too much, so he just touched his belly, "Go to bed early, and I will bring you tomorrow." Go to Fucheng to see the big show... I will take you to Fucheng to buy pastries to eat."

After all, he hummed a country song lightly.

His voice was rough, but it was low-pitched and had a magnetism that ordinary men don't have. After listening to it for a while, the young master fell into a deep sleep.

In the early morning of the second day, Zhuang Yan went to borrow an ox cart, padded it softly, and then called out his little one, and drove the cart to Fucheng.

The day was fine, the young master sat cross-legged in the background, licking the candied haws given to him by the manor, "Oh, the sun is out, it's so warm."

Zhuang Yan set up the car and asked, "Is your mother a woman from Suzhou?"

The young master hummed a few times, imitating his mother's singing, "Hope, hope, brother, why don't you come and lift my curtain... My love, who else is willing to listen..."

Zhuang Yan didn't say a word, he just thought his mother was a miserable person.

When the ox cart entered the city, they had to pass by the rich and noble in the city. The Tong family was a rich and powerful businessman in Fucheng, and they definitely had to pass through the house of the Tong family.

After a while, they saw the Tong family's house, with blue bricks and stone tiles, which looked like a small palace from a distance. It was well repaired, and there were two stone lions the size of copper bells staring at the door.

The young master at the back didn't sing or eat sweets, he lowered his head, feeling depressed, "Can you go home, I don't want to eat pastries anymore."

Zhuang Yan tightened the grip on the ox cart, turned to look at the young master, "Don't be afraid, just close your eyes, we will pass by, just like flying."

Then he drove the car very fast.

After stopping, he hurriedly went to see the young master.

Perhaps the young master had been sitting in the car for a long time, and fell to the ground as soon as he got off. The movement was a bit loud, and the people at the gate of Tong's Mansion looked over from afar.

The young master was irritated, he curled up, his face was as white as wax, he buried himself tremblingly in Zhuang Yan's arms, tightly pulling his clothes.

Zhuang Yan hugged the man and ran to the hospital, "Nuo Nuo, brother is here."

At this time, the young master raised his head, his obsidian-like eyes gleamed dimly, he gritted his teeth and said, "Can you teach me to kill people?"