Jinbao Marries a Wife

Su Fu and his party marched to the north of the city.

According to the young master of his family, it was indeed Zongzheng Huai’en who came that night, and before leaving, he asked the young master of his family to go to an inn in the north of the city to find him, and he was alone before he was willing to let the second elder of the Jin family go.

But neither Su Yin nor he could agree to let his young master go alone, besides, I am afraid that the fortune has fallen into the hands of Zongzheng Huaien, and the young master will go alone, but it will be a sheep in the mouth of a tiger.

And Jinbao himself is not much better than his young master now.

Before going out, Que Siming insisted on riding a horse with him, he was obviously used to it, and he had a posture that everyone who couldn’t walk if Jinbao didn’t agree to him.

The child had no choice, and in the face of everyone’s strange eyes, he could only agree with tears.

As soon as the two of them sat on the horse, his whole person was tightly wrapped by Que Siming from behind him, Que Siming put his hands around his waist, and his back was tightly pressed against the hot chest of the divine doctor.

The child was not happy and wanted to stay away from him, but as soon as he showed this intention, he was desperate.

The doctor’s arm clamped tightly around his waist, and one hand was about to dig into his clothes.

Jin Bao was shocked, looked left and right, and saw that the people next to him had a solemn face, not to mention that the upper bodies of the two were wrapped in a big body, and no one noticed them, but this was enough for him to worry.

Jinbao whispered, “You…… What are you doing!! ”

The divine doctor laughed in his ear, “I haven’t had a chance to touch you for days, let me touch it.” As he spoke, he got into it and stroked ambiguously on Jinbao’s sturdy chest.

Jin Bao twisted his body slightly, he was afraid of being discovered, and he was afraid that he would fall off the horse if he moved too much, and he couldn’t avoid the clutches at all.

The hand of the divine doctor is too spiritual, pinching the small flesh particles on Jinbao’s chest and not letting go, rubbing it eroticly.

The child’s face was flushed, he wanted to struggle but didn’t dare to move, and his eyes were about to cramp.

“You…… You shameless! Shameless! Jinbao scolded quietly. He really can’t do anything about this kind of unscrupulous person, as if he has no shame at all, and he is like this in front of so many people in broad daylight…… So he ……

The divine doctor smiled happily, and whispered in his ear, “You are my thing, I can touch it whenever I like, you ask if anyone dares to care?” After speaking, he took a light bite of the red pinna.

The child’s body shook, his head was almost hanging to his chest, and his eyes were wet with shame and grievance.

He was a dignified man, and he was wantonly played with by a man in his arms in public, if it weren’t for his young master, he would never have endured such humiliation.

It’s a pity that the doctor doesn’t feel guilty at all, and in his eyes what he does to him is justified.

He was the one who was ashamed to propose marriage to him, and he was the one who forgot about him later. He first promised him, then owed him, and whatever the reason, he should be done by him.

The divine doctor is very principled, and he would rather bear tens of millions of people than let tens of millions of people bear me.

So the movements of his hands not only did not stop, but became Ben Gali, both hands reached in, kneading his nipples on both sides, and rubbing his fingertips heavily, his lower body was already hard, so he deliberately pushed into the back buttocks of Jin Bao, the child froze all over, and did not dare to move.

The Divine Doctor chuckled softly in his ear, “I’ve been preparing you for a long time, you should be about the same, I don’t want to wait any longer.” ”

Jinbao bit his lip and bowed his head silently.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel alive soon.”

The child turned around, glared at him with red eyes, and said angrily, “You go and die.” ”

The divine doctor’s laughing expression suddenly froze, and he squinted at him, and the child who looked at him was weak and frightened, and the divine doctor whispered in his ear, “You know that I have a bad temper, don’t deliberately make me angry, otherwise I will tell you to walk around without eating.” ”

When Jinbao heard this, although he was a little scared in his heart, he couldn’t weaken his momentum on the surface, so he turned his head and glared at him fiercely.

It’s a pity that being held in the arms of the other party like this will inevitably lead to shortness of breath. And Doctor Que was very unscrupulous, relying on his incomparable understanding of the structure of the human body, the places he touched were too accurate, and the roots of the child’s thighs were trembling with his two hands casually, his lips are almost bleeding, and his face is slowly turning from tomatoes to roasted sweet potatoes.

It was not a short journey to begin with, but now it had become like crossing thousands of rivers and mountains.

When they finally saw the inn in the northern part of the city, the divine doctor, having had his fun, withdrew his hand.

Jinbao quickly fastened his clothes, then leaped off the horse. The snow beneath his feet crunched loudly. Although he had been burning hot moments ago, he now shivered from the cold snow, but the solid ground beneath him gave him some comfort. He almost wanted to lie down on the ground.

Drawing his sword, he was itching to charge in and vent his anger.

Su Yin said, “Jinbao, don’t act recklessly.”

Jin Xiaobao peered out of the carriage, looking at the inn with a heavy expression.

Before anyone could move, a cold voice came from inside the inn, “Xiaobao, I asked you to come alone.”

Su Yin swiftly drew his sword, resting it against his horse’s side, and ran his long fingers along the cold blade. He fixed his gaze on the door and calmly said, “Zongzheng Huai’en, come out. The sins you’ve committed must be paid for today.”

“Jin Xiaobao, come in.”

The young master tried to get out of the carriage anxiously.

Su Yin turned and glared at him, “No.”

The door suddenly opened, and Zongzheng Huai’en’s servant carried a fainted person, with a sword held to their neck.

Jin Xiaobao and Jinbao both exclaimed, “Caicai!” (Zhao Cai)

Unable to sit still, Jin Xiaobao jumped out of the carriage, wrapped in a thick fur coat, and clumsily made his way toward the inn.

Su Yin and Jinbao clenched their fists in anger.

Seeing the young master enter, Su Yin waved to the others, “You all go around to the back, find Mr. Jin and his wife. Jinbao, you’ll come down from the roof with me later. I’ll look after Xiaobao, and you go rescue Caicai. The rest of you, once we’re inside, charge in through the front door.”

Jinbao was waiting for this, his blood boiling with excitement. He shouted, “Understood!”

Su Yin’s subordinates had sneaked to the second floor from the back of the inn, and soon the sounds of fighting could be heard.

Jinbao followed Su Yin up to the roof, smashing the tiles as they went, and jumped straight into the inn.

The young master was tightly held by a young man, whose face was remarkably handsome. However, Jinbao saw him as an enemy and his rage was palpable.

He glared at Zongzheng Huai’en with murderous intent, then rushed toward Caicai, who had been thrown on the ground. He checked Caicai; there were a few bruises on his face but no serious injuries. It seemed he had only been knocked out. Jinbao carried him over his shoulder and ran towards the door, just as Que Siming strolled in. He quickly placed Caicai next to Que Siming, “Quickly, check on him.”

Que Siming glanced at the unconscious person, too lazy to even touch him. “He’s just unconscious. A couple of slaps will wake him up.”

Jinbao shot a furious glance at Que Siming, then removed his fur coat to wrap around Caicai and handed him over to someone nearby. “Take Caicai to the carriage.”

Que Siming cast a dark look at Caicai but remained silent.

From behind came Su Yin’s shout. Jinbao turned to see the two men already fighting, with the young master convulsing on the ground.

Jinbao was alarmed, recognizing that the cold poison was flaring up. He dashed forward, only to hear Zongzheng Huai’en’s furious roar and catch a glimpse of a glinting long sword aimed directly at him.

Jinbao couldn’t stop his momentum, and Zongzheng Huai’en was too fast for him. He was about to take the full brunt of the sword.

Que Siming quickly pulled out a row of silver needles and thrust them at Zongzheng Huai’en, forcing him to retreat just as Su Yin lunged forward.

Jinbao hurriedly picked up the young master, who was pale and semi-conscious. He shouted urgently to Que Siming, “Doctor, the young master’s condition is worsening!!”

Su Yin, hearing this, abandoned his struggle with Zongzheng Huai’en and rushed over, tearing off Jin Xiaobao’s heavy fur coat and channeling his internal energy into him. Seeing Que Siming merely watching, Su Yin yelled, “Damn it, get over here!”

Que Siming, still focused on his original mission, took a few steps over, tore open Jin Xiaobao’s clothes, and began inserting silver needles into his major acupoints.

The sound of a sword swooshing through the air came from behind. Zongzheng Huai’en roared, “What are you doing!”

Que Siming didn’t turn around, “If you want him to die, try touching me.”

Seeing the young master’s agonized state, Jinbao couldn’t hold back his tears. As he desperately transferred his internal energy into the young master, he cursed Zongzheng Huai’en.

Afterward, Jinbao didn’t remember the specifics of his curses, but he probably called him inhuman, wished him dead without anyone to bury him, and said the most vicious things he could think of.

While everyone was focused on Jin Xiaobao, another group arrived uninvited.

Jinbao looked up and recognized the two newcomers—Prince Shen, Zongzheng Lihan, and the returning young prince, Zongzheng Shaoyu.

Jinbao cursed inwardly, “None of the Zongzhengs are any good.”

He didn’t know the exact relationship between Zongzheng Huai’en and them, but with their arrival, Zongzheng Huai’en, seeing he couldn’t take the young master, had no choice but to retreat.

Mr. Jin and his wife, along with Caicai, were successfully rescued. Although the situation was barely resolved, Jinbao was still deeply troubled. He couldn’t understand why his young master had to suffer so much over emotions. Moreover, both men involved were men—what good could come of it?

His young master had everything, and if he could find a good woman and have a plump child, it would be such a beautiful thing.

As for Que Siming, despite being so capable and handsome, he was afflicted by a disease that seemed impossible to cure. If his medical skills were so remarkable, he would have cured himself long ago.

Jinbao sighed as he headed towards Caicai’s quarters, carrying the nourishing soup prepared by the cook.

When he knocked and entered, he found not only Caicai but also two young women inside. One of them was Xiao Rou, whom he recognized as Caicai’s love interest.

Jinbao was taken aback.

Caicai looked a bit awkward and said, “Jinbao, Xiao Rou heard I was injured and came to see me…”

Jinbao placed the soup on the table and greeted the two women, “Miss Xiao Rou, um… who is this?”

Xiao Rou smiled sweetly, “Jinbao, this is my cousin. She just came to visit me from the countryside. Chan’er, greet Jinbao Gege.”

The girl named Chan’er, about fifteen or sixteen years old, shyly called out “Jinbao Gege.” Her bright, curious eyes and youthful demeanor made Jinbao’s heart soften. Her gentle “Jinbao Gege” melted him.

Caicai noticed Jinbao’s reaction and quickly waved him over, “Come, Jinbao, sit. What did you bring me?”

“Ah,” Jinbao snapped back to reality, “Aunt Wu made you this nourishing soup. Drink it while it’s still warm.” He then brought the soup closer.

Xiao Rou took it with a smile and glanced at Caicai, understandingly. She said to Jinbao, “Jinbao, Chan’er is new to the city and curious about everything, especially such a grand residence. You know the place well, so could you show her around?”

Jinbao looked at Chan’er, who was shy and timid, feeling his own face burn. He stammered in response.

He forced himself to calm down and gestured to the girl, “Miss Chan’er, please.”