Fast time travel: The villain male god keeps flirting

Chapter 395 "I have special pet training skills (34)"

The cold wind was blowing, he touched the green cotton padded clothes and quilt wrapped around his body, at least he felt some comfort in his heart, he thought to himself, this at least proved that Zhou Meng still had him in his heart, she was just naturally shy and embarrassed to take the initiative Just express your love to him.

Otherwise, otherwise, why would she give him cotton coats and quilts?
The more An Jiushao thought about it, the more it happened, and he suddenly felt warm in his heart, and even had the strength to walk, wrapped in a quilt with Zhou Meng's fragrance (in his opinion), he strode forward.

The noise in her ears finally stopped, Zhou Meng stretched in satisfaction, and took out a new quilt from the cabinet and spread it on the bed.

"I'm going to bed, Tongzi good night." Zhou Meng said.

[Good night, Mengmeng. 】188 said gently, and injected some energy into her host. The warm and comfortable energy circulated from the body, and her eyebrows and eyes stretched comfortably.

A good night's sleep, but An Jiushao was still slowly walking from the east city to the west city.

He walked slowly and finally arrived at his mansion at dawn, and knocked on the door patiently.

"Who, it's so early in the morning that you still won't let anyone—" The boy who opened the door rubbed his eyes and exclaimed in disbelief: "God, Lord Hou, are you alright?"

"Master Hou is fine, come out quickly, Master Hou is not dead!"

An Jiushao carefully put away the quilt and hugged it in his arms, and even rubbed his face against the quilt with an idiotic smile on his face. , "What are you doing standing there? Are you being raised for nothing in the house? Hurry up and put away Master Ben's beloved little quilt, no..." An Jiushao curled her lips in disgust, "You are clumsy, it is Master Ben himself hold it."

"Master Hou, are you alright?" the old housekeeper in Hou's mansion asked boldly.

An Jiushao walked towards the mansion with his big feet that were bruised and purple from the cold, "Do you seem to be in trouble?"

"...Like." Very similar!And it looks like he has a sick brain! He has served the young master for more than ten or twenty years, and he has never seen the young master act so... strangely...

The old butler didn't know that there were still two words in the world - "idiot".

"Master Hou, why didn't you wear shoes? You disappeared for half a year. At first, the servants went crazy, and the empress sent a lot of soldiers to look for you, and almost turned your name upside down. I found you..." The old housekeeper followed An Jiushao all the way, whispering in his ear.

"Stop!" An Jiushao raised his hand helplessly, "First get a pair of shoes for Lord Benhou, set the table for dinner, and then call the four overbearing people over for Lord Benhou."

"Okay." The old housekeeper went on Nuonuo.

An Jiushao took a bath first, tidied herself up, put on a crimson unicorn brocade robe, dried her hair, pinned it with a jade hairpin, her feet were bandaged with ointment, and she didn't wear shoes. Instead, he stepped on a soft mat embroidered with cloud patterns. While eating delicious food, he stared coldly at the four "tyrants" who bowed their heads guiltily.

He just ate a fresh and delicious steamed dumpling, chewed it a few times and swallowed it, "Do you know what's wrong?" In his mansion, as the master, the young master An Jiushao is still very authoritative.

Ah Heng said sullenly: "Master Hou, the subordinates have admitted their mistakes and lost Master Hou, the subordinates are willing to be punished."

Then, Ah Xing, Ah Ba, and Ah Dao said one by one: "The subordinates are willing to be punished."

"Okay." An Jiushao put down his chopsticks, and he squinted his eyes, "Come here."

So, in early spring, when the frost and fog in the morning had not had time to dissipate, and the birds were still shivering in their nests to resist the cold wind, the four "Rampaging" were naked from the upper body, with water-filled glasses on their heads. The big water tank is as big as two heads, and An Jiushao is leisurely wrapped in a blanket and sitting on a rocking chair with Mrs. Tang in his arms, watching four people squatting against the water tank. , "Ah Heng, the water has spilled out, and the food for the day will be deducted."

Ah Heng smiled wistfully, Ah Xing couldn't help but shiver when he saw his embarrassing face, so Ah Xing was also successfully detained for two days.

One morning passed, except for the martial arts masters A Ba and A Dao, the other two people were detained for half a month's food. For the next half month, A Heng and A Xing could only eat one meal of steamed buns and a glass of cold water a day.

After only eating for three days, they stuffed their stomachs with steamed buns and cold water every day, and the two hard-working people became thinner day by day.

Looking at the words A Heng and A Xing with dejected faces, An Jiushao smiled mysteriously, "As long as you do something for me, I will spare you your punishment, and I will provide you with good food and drink every day."

Ah Heng and A Dao's eyes lit up, "This subordinate is willing."

……

Prince An's father and son participated in the rebellion. According to the laws of the Daming Dynasty, they must implicate the nine clans, but they are royal family members. They were exiled to build fortifications and roads in northern Xinjiang and the Huns, while Prince An and his son were deprived of their identities and imprisoned in the palace forever.

In the dark pavilion, the iron railings are stained with rust, crimson as if sprinkled with blood. This place is cold and humid, and the cold air penetrates directly into the cracks of human bones. Just staying here for a while will make it unbearably cold. Zhu Cheng and Zhu Song were imprisoned in different cages, while Zhu Ru was imprisoned in the cold palace forever.

Prince An, no, Zhu Cheng kept cursing the evil General Zhenbei and his son, his voice was sharp and resentful, but he never thought that he was the one who caused the tragedy of the whole family by himself.

If he hadn't grown up with ambitions but devoted himself to guarding the northern border, perhaps his family would still be a high-ranking clan;
If he hadn't told his son that he wanted to take over his family, maybe Zhu Song would not have lived to fulfill his father's ambition, maybe he would have lived a more self-centered and free life...

Zhu Song drooped his eyes and remained silent, his gentle face with soft lines was expressionless. He was tired and played the role of an obedient and sensible son, a generous son, and a good marshal who planned strategies every day. These masks were worn for too long. He even forgot himself, the nimble little girl whom he loved carefully at the beginning...

On the road of expanding his ambition, he was told by his father, and he himself enjoyed the taste of power, so he lost his true self...

There is nothing to say about winners and losers.Zhu Song doesn't care.

With a "squeak", he thought it would be the prison guards who came to deliver the food. Every day there were rotten steamed buns or rice, he thought.

"Brother Song."

He suddenly raised his head and asked in surprise: "Mingyue, why are you here?" His heart was shaken, and he hurriedly pulled off his ragged clothes, feeling uncomfortable under the girl's bright eyes.

(End of this chapter)