Lord, I heard that you are bent? [rebirth]

Duan Hongjing was restless when his hands were grabbed, he stepped on his foot under the table and lifted it, hooking the arch of his foot against his calf and slowly rubbing upwards.

Niu Dashan was startled, and immediately clamped his mischievous foot with his legs, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Master, Xiao Jing, be good, don't make trouble."

Seeing that he finally called his name, Duan Hongjing smiled lightly and withdrew his feet: "Okay, I won't bother you anymore. Let's drink."

Niu Dashan heaved a sigh of relief, and continued to serve him food, occasionally pouring him a small glass of wine.

On a night in early summer, the breeze is blowing, and the shadows of the trees are dancing.

The two chatted about Xining's arrangement in low voices, laughing occasionally.

After the wine was exhausted and the dishes were cold, it was already late at night, and Duan Hongjing was also drunk.

He leaned lazily on the table: "Daniu, I want to sleep."

Niu Dashan, whose face was as calm as before, as if he had never drunk, hummed lightly, stood up, leaned over, put one hand on the back of his shoulder, and hooked his other hand to the crook of his knee, directly hugged him horizontally, turned around and walked towards him. Go to the main courtyard.

Duan Hongjing jerked twice in displeasure: "What are you doing? What kind of sissy pose is this? Don't you want to lose face? How dare you destroy Ye Yingwei's image of a man!"

"Well, Xiao Jing is the most manly." Niu Dashan locked him in his arms tightly, preventing him from falling, and kept moving forward steadily. "Don't worry, no one will see you right now, your image is still magnificent."

Duan Hongjing, who was drunk, seemed to think that these words made sense, so he settled down and nestled in his arms obediently.

After placing Duan Hongjing on the bed, Niu Dashan ran to pour warm water, wiped his face and hands with a wet handkerchief, and took off his boots to wipe his feet.

After brushing his face, Duan Hongjing, who was slightly more awake, pinched the center of his brows.

Niu Dashan took the water basin out and put it away, then walked in again, ready to take off the complicated and gorgeous brocade coat for him, so that he could rest comfortably.

Just as he untied his belt and was about to pull it out, Duan Hongjing immediately looped it up as soon as his body warmed up.

Niu Dashan supported him and coaxed him softly: "Xiao Jing, sit down obediently."

Duan Hongjing buried his head in the socket of his shoulder and shook his head: "Dizziness."

"Okay, don't shake your head if you feel dizzy." Niu Dashan had no choice but to put his arms around him, slowly took off his belt, took off his coat, threw the clothes to the far screen, and turned his face to his ear Kissed, "Xiao Jing, it's time to go to bed."

"I don't want to sleep." Duan Hongjing's voice was dull, "When you wake up, you will disappear."

Niu Dashan's heart trembled, and his subordinates hugged him tightly: "Xiao Jing."

He was also full of reluctance to leave his master.

I'm even more afraid that if the master and others...

Just imagining it makes me jealous.

Hearing his drunken words at this time, he only felt that the uneasiness and reluctance in his heart had been soothed, and his heart softened.

He eagerly sought out his lips and kissed him tenderly.

Duan Hongjing opened his lips obediently, not only letting him do what he did, but also actively sticking out his tongue to wrap it around.

The night is blurred and the aroma of wine is intoxicating.

Niu Dashansheng hugged him tightly, afraid that he would not be able to control himself, he did not dare to move even an inch because of the veins in his hands, but his verbal and tongue attacks became more and more fierce, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Duan Hongjing, who was already drunk, became even more confused after being so smoked by Qinggu.

He struggled in dissatisfaction, reaching out to push him away.

Niu Dashan let go of his hand in a slightly flustered manner.

Duan Hongjing took a step back and sat down on the bed, gasping for breath, his chest with only his underwear on, showing a little skin rose and fell with his breathing.

For a time, the color is boundless.

Niu Dashan leaned forward, half-kneeling and looking down at him, stretching out his fingers to trace his eyebrows and eyes carefully.In his hazy eyes, he lowered his head and pecked at his ink-painted eyebrows, the red corners of his eyes, his overhanging nose, and even his bright red lips.

The watery sound of lips and tongue intertwined was subtle and obscene.

After a long while, Duan Hongjing, who became more and more unhappy, pushed the person on him away, muttering: "Daniu, don't mess around. The time has not come, so you can't..." He tore open the front of his underwear, " Darling, go away."

When Niu Dashan heard his words, he raised his body and looked at him puzzled.

What time has not come?

what can't?

In the next moment, the question was forgotten.

Because his master tore open his shirt more than once, and even pulled down his obscene trousers, revealing a certain energetic part.

Niu Dashan froze.

Duan Hongjing ignored him and continued to move.

He took off the obscene trousers and kicked them off, moved his body inward, lay down on the brocade quilt, spread his legs, looked at him with drunken eyes, squeezed his slender white fingers, and began to move .

Niu Dashan's eyes were red, and he bent over to get closer.

Duan Hongjing kept in mind not to do bad things at this juncture, when he saw him coming, he raised his foot and stepped on his chest directly, resisting him and not letting him approach.

He kept moving his hands, and his pair of drunken eyes, stained with love, locked tightly on Niu Dashan.

Stern eyebrows, deep eyes, high nose bridge, tight thin lips, bronze skin, broad chest, strong and muscular arms, strong wasp waist...

He was panting, and the movements of his hands became faster and faster.

The veins on Niu Dashan's neck suddenly popped up, and his fingers trembled like spasms. He couldn't help but grab the delicate and white foot on his chest and put it to his mouth to lick//suck, watching Duan Hongjing's movements without blinking.

The slippery feeling came from the feet, and Duan Hongjing couldn't help moaning//groaning: "Daniu..."

Really, her face is like a peach blossom, and her eyes are full of spring water.

Niu Dashan's blood was throbbing, he gnawed upwards along his calf, his big palm couldn't help reaching there.

"Ah..." As soon as Duan Hongjing was grasped by the callused palm, Duan Hongjing trembled and his whole body went limp.

Before Niu Dashan could react, he muttered "Daniu..." and fell asleep.

Niu Dashan: ...

goblin! !

The next day, when Duan Hongjing got up, Niu Dashan had been away for a long time.

Under the service of Shi Mo and Ting Tao who had returned to the main room, he finished his breakfast unhappily.

After being paralyzed on the couch for a while, he got up and sat up: "Where is Uncle An? Ting Tao, go and invite Uncle An to the small study."

Ting Tao took the order to leave.

Duan Hongjing stood up and stretched.

Dashan went to fight hard, and he was about to start working.

"Uncle An, tell me about the situation at the Zhenxiu Restaurant." Duan Hongjing cut straight to the point without having to kneel down and motion for Manager An to take a seat next to him.

"Everything is going well." Manager An still bowed, and then sat down halfway next to the chair. "The valuable furnishings, screens, and various brocade curtains have been removed. The paint has been repainted, and there are several private rooms on the second floor. Boxes, and the other half are set up as elegant seats. On the first floor, all of them have been changed into square tables and benches.”

Duan Hongjing rubbed his chin: "Uncle An, how do you know such details? You are so busy and still follow this matter?"

Steward An hurriedly waved his hands: "How can it be. The servant transferred the son of Steward Li from the original empress's village to be the shopkeeper. He just came here to report yesterday."

"Huh? I thought you would transfer someone from another shop." Duan Hongjing was surprised.

"The shopkeepers of other shops don't know how to manage these restaurants. I checked the shopkeeper Xiaoli for a while. This young man has some skills. He has taken care of the crops of the empress's Zhuangzi in the past few years. He has his duty. Scheming. Since everyone is not good at it, let him try it." Manager An paused, "It's just a little young, less than thirty."

Duan Hongjing nodded: "I can rest assured that you are in love. Age is not a problem, as long as you do things properly, just let him try."

"Hey!" Manager An smiled and continued, "The cook has already been found. One is a Hunan cuisine cook from the south according to your instructions. The other is a Beijing bang cuisine cook. Let them work with Xiao Li in the past few days. The shopkeeper is discussing and arranging the dishes. I guess it should come out in the next two days. Then the master can try it."

Duan Hongjing immediately beamed with joy: "Then choosing a day is worse than hitting the sun, and I'll go over for lunch today."

Steward An nodded: "Okay, then the slave will go and let them arrange it."

"By the way, Uncle An, it seems that the summer grain is about to be harvested. Remember to tell all the villages not to sell the output, and keep what you can. I am useful."

Steward An nodded: "I remember it."

Only then did Duan Hongjing feel relieved.

After dawdling for a long time, he took Chen Er out.

This time, they still didn't take the carriage, and the two of them strolled towards East Street.

As soon as he turned into the East Street, a figure rushed over unexpectedly.

Chen Er, who was behind him, grabbed his shoulder and pushed back with a lunge.

"Ouch! It's me, Zhang Zhaoxu!" The visitor yelled in pain.

Duan Hongjing blinked.

Who is the person in front of him, Zhang Zhaoxu, the youngest son of Marquis Yiyong?

Speaking of which, he used to play with this guy a lot.

Eating, drinking tea, visiting brothels, fighting cocks, betting on dogs, etc., is really a good friend.

However, later in his previous life, while he devoted himself to the struggle for the throne, he was at odds with Niu Dashan at the same time.In addition, there seemed to be some problems in Zhang Zhaoxu's family, and the two became estranged later.

He coughed lightly, told Chen Er to back away, and greeted him: "Zhao Xu."

Zhang Zhaoxu glared at Chen Er and rubbed his shoulders: "You boy, why have you been there these days? I haven't seen you go to Furong Tower for a long time."

Then he leaned over without any hesitation, and the two brothers put his shoulders on his shoulders, and asked cheaply, "I heard that you have got a lot of beauties recently, are you really happy?"

Duan Hongjing waved his hand away uncomfortably: "Where is it, I've been busy with some things recently."

Adding up the two lives, he has been estranged from him for several years, and he is not used to being so close suddenly, so he needs to take it easy.

Zhang Zhaoxu withdrew his hand indifferently: "What are you busy with? This month, tea houses and brothels have been discussing your affairs everywhere, and even storytellers have compiled a lot of stories about princes and beauties for you." Tsk tut twice, " What is it about His Majesty the Merry Fifth Prince's charming little beauty... Hey, what's going on? Tell me quickly."

"..." Duan Hongjing's black line.

These boring guys!

Forget it, grandpa, I don't bother to care about these little people.

He thought for a while: "I'm going to try the new dishes of Zhenxiu Restaurant. How about you too?"

Zhang Zhaoxu snapped his fingers: "Deling! I'm so annoyed that I don't know where to eat."

The two went to Zhenxiu Building together.

"By the way, why has Zhenxiu Restaurant been closed for so many days? Is the cook going to be changed?"

"Well, rectification. The decoration, dishes, shopkeeper, and cook have all been changed."

Zhang Zhaoxu blinked: "Why are you making such a big move all of a sudden?"

Duan Hongjing turned around and smiled at him: "We must work hard to make money."

"Lack of money? Although you are not knighted and have the lowest salary of the prince, you are not old or young, right? Besides, you don't have a family and your expenses are not high. Why are you still staring at the money of a mere restaurant?"

"Who said restaurants earn less money?"

"You said that." Zhang Zhaoxu glanced back inadvertently, "Eh? Where is your vicious guard? You finally came to your senses and replaced him?"

"Who are you talking about?" Duan Hongjing was displeased.