Stealing Jade and Sniffing Fragrance
It was as if he had been touched in a sore spot, and the Yang surname youth, regardless of Peony Fairy's efforts to pull him back, shook off her hand, rushed forward with a loud shout, and knocked Wang Gongzi to the ground. The two instantly became entangled in a fight.
The peony fairy could only anxiously stamp her feet and bitterly shout towards the gate: "That guard at the gate, why haven't you come to open it for your master? If anything happens to your master, you'll definitely be fired!"
Zhen Ming replied slowly and unhurriedly from behind the curtain: "I was ordered not to enter Peony Fairy's room."
As they spoke, the Yang surname youth and the Wang family's young master had already hugged each other tightly and crashed through the thin wall, crashing into the Peony Fairy's bedroom.
The peony fairy grew more anxious, turned her head and shouted at Zhen Ming: "I allow you to enter, hurry up and come in to separate the two!"
Zhen Ming was bitter and heard the words, only then slowly lifted the door curtain, walked from outside into the hall.
For the first time at such a close distance to see this gorgeous Luoyang peony fairy, his reaction was just like any other man's, staring without blinking, looking quite rude.
The peony fairy's skin is delicate and white as jade, tender and smooth to the touch.
A pair of scissors-like autumn eyes, slender eyebrows slightly furrowed, vermilion lips like honey, but the displeased expression on her face became increasingly apparent.
She was wearing a thin, simple cotton cheongsam that fit her body perfectly, looking fresh and elegant, which only served to accentuate her slender and graceful figure.
Everything is so natural, no decoration, no disguise.
It's probably only in the still of night, in her own room, that she would dress like this, revealing her truest self.
If it weren't for this sudden event, how many men would have had the honor of seeing her.
Recalling the scene of that young man embracing her waist, burying his face in her chest and being coquettish, Zhen Ming couldn't help but feel a little envious of the young man's good fortune.
Perhaps it was his rude gaze that infuriated her, but a hint of anger appeared on Peony Fairy's face.
"Where is he?" Zhen Ming hastily shifted his gaze and looked around.
The Peony Fairy pointed at the hole on the wall with her finger, and from inside came the sound of ping-pong balls bouncing around, as well as a ridiculous conversation between two people.
"I'd beat you to death, you useless thing!"
"I'd beat you to death, you numb-skulled man!"
"Your dick is like an earthworm!"
"Your face looks like a donkey!"
"Your sister married a Turk!"
"Don't talk about my sister!"
"I told you, haha, you don't know yet, the Turkic barbarians actually like to share their own women with other men! I've used it, my son has used it, your sister has probably been played by three generations of ancestors and grandchildren in these few years, and when she gives birth to a bunch of mixed-breed Turkic barbarian nephews, ah... You dare to hit me and poke out my eyes! Watch me not pull down your ears!"
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Zhen Ming and the other person crawled through the hole in the wall, and both of them were lying on the ground, using their hands and feet, picking their noses, pulling each other's hair, scratching each other's faces, doing everything they could think of.
He didn't step forward to pull the two apart, but instead let them wrestle together, and began to leisurely look around, a faint scent of peony fairy wafted through the room, a unique fragrance that only Peony Fairy had.
The room was furnished with various pear wood furniture, pink curtains, snow-white sheets, and an antique wooden bed with a neatly stacked mandarin duck quilt, embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water on the double pillow.
On the dresser, a golden copper mirror was placed, several boxes of rouge and perfume, several ancient books and music scores.
On the wall in another corner of the room, pipa, guzheng, guqin, yudidi and other common musical instruments were hung, as well as some strange objects that even Zhen Ming had never seen before.
At this time, a furious voice came from behind: "What are you still standing there for? Don't you hurry to pull them apart!"
Zhen Ming sighed and turned his head to glance at her, saying with a nonchalant expression: "I think they're not fighting for the first time either. Why don't we just let them have a good fight, determine a winner, otherwise next time they'll be endless."
The peony fairy was stunned, apparently not expecting to hear such irresponsible words from a personal guard's mouth, and for a moment she didn't know how to react.
At this time, the Wang boy surnamed Wang took the upper hand, turned over and rode on the Yang boy's body, clenched his fist and hit him in the face, after a while, the Yang boy's face was bruised with purple marks, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
The two men's scuffling had stopped short of humiliating each other and had reached a white-hot stage of fisticuffs.
Zhen Ming sighed and turned around to look at the two of them, making a "tsk" sound with his mouth: "Finally, it looks like you're fighting for real. I thought you were just pulling hair earlier."
Finding that the guard had no intention of intervening, Peony Fairy panicked and gave up hoping for Zhen Mingsu to stop. Just as she was about to rush forward to pull the two people on the ground apart, she was blocked by Zhen Mingsu, who intentionally or unintentionally prevented her from passing through.
"Get out of my way!" she shouted angrily.
"Can't you see that he's fighting for your sake?"
"Peony Fairy angrily said: 'What does this little guard know?! He's still just a child! If anything happens to him, I'll be asking you!' "
Zhen Ming sighed and shrugged: "Whatever happens, I'll take responsibility." "Can you handle it?! Get out!"
The Peony Fairy finally couldn't bear it anymore and angrily scolded him in a suppressed tone, just about to stretch out her hand to push him aside.
Just then, Zhen Ming Su suddenly stretched out a hand and wrapped it around her slender waist, exerting a slight force to pull her tightly into his embrace.
At the same time, his other hand slipped into her chest, probing inside her collar.
Her breasts were full and soft, with an extremely enticing elasticity.
The Peony Fairy was shocked by Zhen Mingsu's sudden rude behavior, her whole body stiffened, and for a moment she didn't know what had happened. It wasn't until after a while that she reacted, struggling free from Zhen Mingsu's arms with great effort. With a loud "slap", she slapped Zhen Mingsu in the face.
"How dare you! You're so insolent!"
Zhenming bitterly did not dodge or evade, and was slapped by her. With a wronged expression, he said: "This humble person only had good intentions, fearing that the immortal would get hurt. You should know, these two are blinded by rage and won't listen to anyone's advice. Whoever tries to advise them will suffer, yet unexpectedly I was misunderstood by the immortal, which really hurts this humble person's heart."
Saying so, he made a gesture of being heartbroken.
The peony fairy was so angry that her body trembled with rage. The men she usually came into contact with were all knowledgeable and courteous members of high society, nobles and royalty. Even if they had ulterior motives towards her, they would not dare to make excessive moves due to their status. She had never seen a man who didn't care about her identity at all, not only physically assaulting her but also showing no remorse with an shameless attitude.
She didn't know what to do with this shameless guy for a moment, her two eyes staring at him furiously, if looks could kill, she would have torn him into pieces.
She was so furious that Zhen Ming didn't even notice when she secretly put the small black shiny object she had searched from her bosom into her sleeve.
At this time, Mrs. Li led a middle-aged man in a green shirt from outside the door and walked in.
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