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Yang Miaocai also saw the woman's face clearly at this time.

She is very beautiful, with fair skin, an oval face, willow eyebrows, and small red lips, which are very moist.

Especially on her chest, the two plump and round masses of snow-white reflected in the black hair made Yang Miaocai unable to take his eyes away for a moment.

Yang Miaocai was actually not a lecherous person, but at this time, in this environment and atmosphere, his mind was immediately filled with confusion.

However, after all, Yang Miaocai was in his prime, and the harsh life he had lived in since childhood made his willpower much stronger than that of his peers.

For a moment, he bit the tip of his tongue hard and forced himself to wake up. He took a step back and glared at the beauty: "Who are you? Why did you come to my room?"

The beauty was obviously very nervous, and hurriedly explained: "Master, slave, I am here to serve you on the orders of Li Shuai and Master Badalu. Please don't drive me away. If you are

If you drive this slave away, I will definitely not survive. Master..."

This beautiful woman suddenly turned upside down, frail and pitiful.

But it also made Yang Miaocai feel even more irritable. There was an unspeakable and indescribable resentment that rushed to his forehead.

"Li Yuanqing and Badalu?"

Yang Miaocai couldn't help clenching his fists tightly, glaring at the beauty and saying, "Them, why are they doing this? Do they think I, Yang Miaocai, am such a rotten person?"

The beauty was also startled by Yang Miaocai's sudden irritability, and subconsciously took a step back.

However, after a moment, she reacted, knelt down and quickly stepped forward, hugging Yang Miaocai's calf, "Master, please, please don't drive me away. You drive me away, slave"

I'm afraid I will be rewarded to those soldiers. Master, I know that you are a scholar. Please do well and take pity on me. I am willing to serve you like a cow or a horse."

It was not cold in early autumn, and Yang Miaocai was not wearing thick clothes. Although he followed the rules of the military academy boys and put on leggings, the beauty's clear and plump flesh still followed his calves.

The nerves on his body kept spreading to his brain.

Yang Miaocai suddenly realized that today, the Ming army won the battle, and these women were naturally spoils of war.

Coupled with what Li Yuanqing said before, Yang Miaocai suddenly realized that Li Yuanqing wanted to reward him based on his merits.

But, Yang Miaocai didn't make any achievements in this battle.

The beautiful woman beneath him was holding his calf and sobbing non-stop. The body fragrance slowly seeped into the depths of Yang Miaocai's mind. He, Yang Miaocai, was not a saint either, and his body soon became instinctively strange.

He felt unspeakably agitated for a moment.

His instinct told him that he wanted to accept this woman, but the bottom line left in his mind was warning him that there must be something abnormal in this matter.

"You, you get up first. Get up and talk."

Yang Miaocai waved his hand in annoyance. He wanted to reach out to pull this beauty, but due to his noble restraint, he held back and had no choice but to use verbal violence.

Seeing that Yang Miaocai seemed to be angry, the woman did not dare to neglect her. She hurriedly stood up carefully and lowered her head shyly, "Master..."

She stood up, and her body scent entered the depths of Yang Miaocai's mind more clearly. Yang Miaocai suddenly lost control and hurriedly took a few steps forward, sat on the chair in front of the table, and took a few breaths.

Rough.

This beautiful woman hurriedly followed him and stood by his side respectfully.

There was a teapot and cups on the table. Yang Miaocai touched the teapot. There was water in it and it was still very hot. He thought it was prepared by this beautiful woman.

Yang Miaocai didn't care about anything else. He picked up the teapot and poured a large glass of water. He drank it. His chest and abdomen instantly relaxed a lot. He looked at the beauty and said, "You, are you Han?"

The beauty nodded obediently, "Master, slave, I am Han Chinese, my hometown is in Shenyang City."

As she spoke, she bit her lower lip hard, seemed to struggle for a moment, and then said: "Master, slave, slave is the concubine of Master Badalu's youngest son."

"Um?"

When Mu Ran heard this, Yang Miaocai's heart, which had calmed down for a while, was suddenly filled with an unknown fire, which instantly rose up like an explosion.

He stared straight into the beautiful woman's big eyes and said, "You said you are Badalu's daughter-in-law. Bah! That old dog, that old Tartar, actually asked you to accompany me tonight?"

Tears welled up in this beauty's eyes again, but she did not dare to say anything. She bit her lips hard with her beautiful white teeth and nodded aggrievedly.

"This bastard!" Yang Miaocai couldn't help but spit, and punched the table hard.

Although he had long known that the Dog Tartars were not authentic and were just the meanest barbarians, he had never experienced it personally.

As the saying goes, ‘hearing with the ears is false, seeing with the eyes is reality’.

Even when Li Yuanqing and Chen Zhong competed to behead Tatars, Yang Miaocai felt that Li Yuanqing and Chen Zhong were a little too cruel and violated the fairness of the heaven.

But at this time, Mu Ran heard that the delicate beauty in front of him was actually the concubine of Badalu's son, but at this time, she was sent to accompany him...

Damn it, these barbarians, these dog Tatars, do they still have humanity? Do they still want to be shameless?

At this time, you actually push a woman out? What kind of skill is this?

But soon, Yang Miaocai came back to his senses. According to Li Yuanqing's strong methods, even if Badalu is a veteran, how can he be Li Yuanqing's opponent?

Is there anything he can't do in order to survive?

The beauty in front of her was crying silently, dripping down her delicate cheeks.

Although it was early autumn, it was still a bit cold at night, but this beauty was naked, standing in front of him without any covering...

This... this is something Yang Miaocai has never felt before. Even though he has been married for seven or eight years.

Because of the so-called etiquette relationship, he and his wife have always treated each other with respect, even in sexual relations...

Unlike those so-called "romantic talents", Yang Miaocai has not taken any concubines so far. His only experience with women is his wife.

But at this moment, the beauty in front of him was obviously much more beautiful than his wife, and more vivid...

Yang Miaocai suddenly felt some unspeakable distress in his heart.

Even if the big thing breaks down...but, it shouldn't be a matter of beauty.

"You, you put on some clothes first, so you won't catch a cold." Yang Miaocai took a long breath and forced himself to look away from the beauty.

"Ah? Yes. Thank you for your love."

The beauty did not dare to neglect, so she hurriedly ran to the bed, picked up a piece of clothing, put it on her body, and stood beside Yang Miaocai obediently.

Perhaps out of a woman's instinct, or maybe she sensed the love and affection in Yang Miaocai's eyes, the beauty moved slightly forward, not completely standing beside Yang Miaocai, but standing where Yang Miaocai's eyes could see her.

Today, Yang Miaocai, Li Yuanqing and Chen Zhong had drunk a lot of wine. Although the 'blowing' in the evening had dissipated a lot of the drunkenness, Yang Miaocai's physique was far from as strong as that of Li Yuanqing and Chen Zhong. His blood

Deep down, the alcohol has not completely dissipated.

It was already late at night before the fire pot was lit indoors. There was a sharp north wind outside, which was beating against the window eaves. The candlelight in the room occasionally swayed gently with the cold wind that filtered in.

Both of them fell into silence, stupidly listening to the wind.

Even though Yang Miaocai was a scholar, he was still a man. After a while, he couldn't help but interrupt the silence, looked into the beauty's eyes and said, "You, what's your name?"

This beauty also felt that she was really lucky today and met a good person, so she hurriedly said: "Master, slave, my name is Hongye."

"Red leaves?"

Yang Miaocai glanced at this beauty.

Hongye lowered his head shyly instinctively, and two shy blushes appeared on his pretty face.

For a moment, her head dropped even deeper, almost reaching her smooth collarbone.

"You, who else is there in your family?" Yang Miaocai didn't dare to look anymore and quickly changed the subject.

Hongye was stunned, and quickly raised his head to glance at Yang Miaocai. For a moment, the light in his big eyes dimmed a lot, "Master, there is an elder brother and a younger brother in the slave's family. They are both slaves of Master Badalu's family. The elder brother is responsible for cutting.

Grass, my brother is responsible for farming."

Yang Miaocai nodded slowly, "The daily life is pretty hard, right? By the way, how long have you been in Mr. Badalu's house?"

Hong Ye immediately understood what Yang Miaocai meant, her pretty face was filled with shame and pity, and she said sadly: "As for me, slave, slave, I entered Master Badalu's house on the eleventh day of last month. Master Badalu said, as long as,

As long as the slave girl marries his stupid son, he will help the slave girl's brother and younger brother get married..."

"Silly son? What do you mean?"

Yang Miaocai suddenly felt like a small boat floating on the sea. He suddenly saw the bright lighthouse and almost jumped up.

Hongye's pretty face was so red that she almost shed tears, "Sir, Badalu's youngest son is, yes, a paralyzed child. I'm a slave, I'm still a perfect body..."

"Well?"

Yang Miaocai couldn't help but froze immediately, and subconsciously grabbed Hong Ye's little hand, but suddenly found that Hong Ye's little hand felt indescribably cold.

Yang Miaocai suddenly reacted and said hurriedly: "It's too cold today. You, go to bed to warm yourself first."

With that said, he hurriedly took Hongye's little hand and quickly came to the bedside.

Looking at Hong Ye's charming body, he carefully got into the bed, and then covered her with the quilt that still contained her body temperature, Yang Miaocai breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Hongye also adapted to Yang Miaocai's rhythm, and said in a cute and endearing voice: "Thank you, Master. You are truly the best person Hongye has ever seen."

"..."

Yang Miaocai was speechless for a moment. He couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, "Good man, me, am I worthy?"
To be continued...