Seeing Emperor Yuan of Jin coming in, the two girls tactfully put down the ointment in their hands, and after seeing the gift, they both retreated.

Yinmang strode forward, lifted up the corner of his robe, and sat down on the edge of the couch with a golden sword.

"How can it hurt? My hands are stronger than them, so I will definitely help you rub them comfortably."

Men are not just strong in their hands? They are very strong in their bodies! Su Wanrong has experienced this last night. Now she saw him take off his soap boots and turn over to the couch neatly. After seeing Hu Tian and Hu Di for a whole night, she was so tired that she seemed to have completely taken off her body. On the other hand, the man was refreshed and satisfied. At this time, he was smiling and looking at himself, his black eyes shiny.

Thinking of the man's Meng Lang and absurdity at that time, Su Wanrong couldn't help but feel scared. She panickedly said, "You don't need to rub it! You go out, go out quickly!" As she said that, she picked up the brocade quilt and was about to retreat.

But, he is no longer his opponent on weekdays, not to mention that after some trouble last night, Su Wanrong, who seemed to have completely broken up at this time, could he defeat the keenness and brute force of a man?

Before she could move half an inch, she suddenly screamed softly, and he had already carried her into her arms. She twisted uneasyly, and a wide palm had reached over, grabbing her slender waist like a willow branch and pressed it down. She was forced to fall back, tightly fitting with the man's burning and strong chest without leaving a gap.

With such a soft and warm body, just leaning against his chest without bones, Yinmang also recalled the scenes that made people fascinated last night, and his eyes immediately darkened. He lowered his head and leaned closer to her delicate and jade earlobes, and said hoarsely: "You want me to go out again? Last night you were lying on the couch and crying, and you always shouted to want me to go out..."

The man showed this scoundrel again in broad daylight, and Su Wanrong felt angry and afraid. She had no strength in her body and couldn't hide her, so she had to open her clear eyes and stare at the man in front of her hatefully. But this tender and fragrant body turned into a pool of water, leaning against him without any competingness.

And Yinmang, he lowered his head, and then saw the pretty girl with a pink face in his arms, staring at him shyly and angryly. She glared so lightly with a hint of resentment and blame. A fire broke out from her lower abdomen again, and she thought that she would push her to the brocade bed like last night, tear her apart her clothes, and do all the pleasant things that made her feel comfortable.

But I always feel sorry for the little girl's weak body, and I remembered the fallen red spots I saw on the couch when I got up this morning. I knew that he was so greedy for a night, but his body was still strong and his desire was still not exhausted. It was her who was tired.

The little girl was as delicate as a flower bud, and it would break when touched. She was really afraid that she would accidentally ruin her. Even if she was thinking in her heart, she still had to endure it at this moment.

So I kissed the little girl's beautiful and rosy side face, and slowly moved her palm from her waist, rubbed it twice, and came to her lower abdomen. "Didn't I rub it for a long time last night? Now it's still sour and swelling here? Today I will try using this ointment for you first. If it's still sour, I will go to the Imperial Hospital to find someone to give you other prescriptions."

As he was speaking, he put his hand there, skillfully lifted the corner of her clothes, and massaged it around the soft and smooth place.

The man said it was right. He had a strong hand and did such a job. He was indeed no less powerful than Yicui and Ningxiang. Su Wan couldn't help but hum. She was comfortable, but she still pursed her delicate lips and said in a muffled voice: "...I don't want you to rub it. You ask Yicui and Ningxiang to come over, and they can stay and help me."

Yinmang lifted his eyelids and snorted unhappily. "There is no one else, I will rub it for you!"

Su Wanrong gritted her teeth: "Then I won't be sour now! No one needs to help me rub it, so you can go away!"

He knew that the little girl was talking angry, but Yinmang was still very unhappy. He tightened his cheeks and stared at her darkly.

After a long time, I didn't know what I thought of, and my big palm was very obediently pulled out of her bedclothes, but before Su Wanrong could breathe a sigh of relief, the man's eyes were faintly shining, and he looked at her, and said slowly in a low and hoarse voice:

"It's better not to be sour, it's better not to be sour. It just so happens that I didn't have enough fun last night, so now we're better..."

Before he finished speaking, the man turned her into his arms, his big hands gently put on her clothes, his dark eyes were filled with fire, and he stared straight at her chest. The suggestiveness was too obvious, and Su Wanrong couldn't pretend to not understand. Thinking back on his fierceness, he was afraid at the moment, and he hurriedly changed his words: "Sour! It's still sour! It's sour and painful! You rub it, you'll be fine..."

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Submitted to the man's brute force and his really scoundrel personality. Su Wanrong was finally pressed into his arms by him and let him rub him honestly.

After rubbing his lower abdomen, the little girl's waist also yelled that she felt sore.

Yinmang felt that the girl was sitting in his arms with her back on her back, so she simply pushed her down and let her lie on her thighs horizontally.

At this time, I saw the little girl's face buried on a soft pillow, her cheeks were pink and tender like delicate flowers. Her bedding quilt was pushed high on top, so a touch of pink embroidered strap on her chest was exposed. The strap fabric was originally small, and in this position, it was inevitable that she could reveal a little spring color.

The man was so distracted that his eyes could not stick to her and could not move them apart. And Su Wanrong, although she was unwilling to do so just now, had to admit that being pressed and rubbed by a pair of big palms with thick and thick penis and heat, was like opening up the Ren and Du meridians, and her whole body was very comfortable.

This room had just soothed a little, and the man's hand suddenly stopped. How could this work? He lay there with his eyes closed, couldn't help but speak, humming softly and urging: "...Why did you stop? It still hurts..."

This soft and greasy little voice dragged the soft tail tone and acted coquettishly. The man who was originally distracted felt as if his chest was scratched twice by a cat's claws, which was both comfortable and itchy. This itch was the itch all over his body, and itchy entered his limbs and even penetrated into the gaps of his bones. It was so unbearable that he immediately regretted that he insisted on helping the little girl press it. She was now comfortable, and the tortured person changed to him.

But the little girl believed him so much, and begged him softly. She had to endure such sweet pain.

Therefore, Yinmang regained his energy, dug a little ointment into his palm, slowly pushed it away, and then covered her slender waist and kneaded it slowly. After several rounds and turns, Su Wanrong felt that the bitterness in her waist was taken out a little bit, which was extremely happy, and she couldn't help but breathe a long breath.

Yinmang on the other side didn't know that the little girl was exposed. He was so thirsty that he tried his best to control her mouth with perseverance, so he endured it and didn't pounce directly on her. At this moment, he wanted to divert his attention, so he pretended to focus on the little girl and said:

"I miss you so hard that I couldn't hold it back last night and I always pay attention next time. But my daughter's family will hurt for the first time. If you survive this time, you will be well in the future."

Su Wanrong was slightly stunned, but turned her head and looked at him in surprise.

So Yinmang explained with a serious look: "I haven't lie to you. It is said that the more painful it was at the beginning, the smoother it would be when it came to the future. The pain you felt like this today is just a blessing."

In fact, Su Wanrong herself had heard of what men said before. But she was ashamed to speak up and could not just talk to everyone like a shameless man.

What surprised Su Wanrong was how did men know this?

I won't care about the previous life, but although this man in this life was so troubled that she almost couldn't get up after a while last night. But at first, she vaguely realized that although the man was very strong, he was actually awkward. After a long time of struggle, he found out the way. How could a person with no practical experience think about his daughter's body so thoroughly?

Su Wanrong was really curious, so she asked, "How do you know this?"

When Yinmang heard her ask, his thin lips raised up. As if he was waiting for her here, he held her shoulders and pulled her up, and hugged her into his arms.

He lowered his head and pretended to be mysterious and kept it in a silence: "Guess."

Su Wanrong frowned.

She had heard before that the relationship between men was different from that of her daughter's family. Those nonsense were almost open to their mouths. Now this man is an emperor, and when he goes to court every day, the pedantic old ministers he meets cannot tell him this.

Could it be that he was in the market in the past, or when he had not yet ascended the throne, he was still leading the army to fight, and accidentally heard those under his command say it?

Yinmang seemed to see Su Wanrong's guess at first sight, and added mysteriously: "Remind you that I did not hear these things from others."

It’s not like hearing, can’t I still be born with proficiency in the way? Su Wanrong didn’t believe it, and couldn’t help but ask again: “Then where did you know?”

Yinmang smiled proudly: "There is a golden house in the book. As an emperor of the dynasty, I am the most humble and studious person. Of course, I learned these principles after carefully studying and reading a hundred books."

Su Wanrong didn't believe in the kind of "hundred volumes" and the kind of "golden house" that would describe the so-called knowledge that men said. I think it was just men talking big again.

Just as I was thinking about this, I saw the man holding me suddenly let go of my hand, and I didn't know what was fumbled in my sleeves. After a rustling sound, I pulled out a book that was only the size of a palm.

The cover page was wrinkled and yellow, and there was no handwriting on the cover, but the more I looked at it, the more familiar it became. At this time, Su Wanrong had a faint ominous sign in her heart, until the man hugged her from behind again, and slowly opened the booklet under her nose.

Page after page, pictures with pictures and text annotations passed by Su Wanrong's eyes one by one. As soon as he opened it, Su Wanrong's face turned red. The more he turned back, Su Wanrong's cheeks became hot, and she really wanted to find a hole to bury herself.

"I got up early this morning. When I was free, I wandered around the queen's bedroom for two times and happened to see this booklet. My queen is the daughter of the Grand Master of the current dynasty, and I think she is a good student. I am vulgar and don't read many books. I just want to see what my queen is reading on weekdays. Guess what I saw when I opened this booklet?"

The man's voice was hoarse, almost talking to her earlobe. While saying that, he gently held it in his mouth and blew the heat in it: "...I never knew that my Wanwan looked well-behaved on weekdays, and she had such great interest in the harmony between men and women..."

Su Wanrong's face was so blushed that she could no longer look at her, her chest thrust and her mouth stammered: "You, don't think too much. This thing is not mine at all, it was what my wet nurse forced to give it to me when I went back to the door last time. How could I see such dirty things on weekdays!"

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The booklet you are thinking about.

There will be a second update later. I will write it when I take the train tonight, Momo.
Chapter completed!