Judicial Doctor, Wild Princess

In the large courtyard, everyone was thinking about what Zhong Ziyu and Yue Dansheng had done in the room.

Wu Hong was the first one to open his eyes after experiencing heavy rains and heavy winds, so he couldn't keep up with the other people's thoughts. Knowing that there was such a thing happening, he went to do his own thing.

Liu Wei waved her hands, looking extremely serious: "No, I'm that kind of person. Actually, whether I am or not, I don't discriminate against him.

"What do you mean, meaningless!" Wei Chou bellowed, "Shut your mouth, stop talking, you are a strange person, stop setting them up!"

Wei Chou was really on the verge of collapse. How did she suddenly become like this, taking care of everything? The older generation was conservative, their thinking wasn't advanced, and they couldn't keep up with this trend at all.

Liu Wei had not accepted Wei Chou as his son. Wei Chou had really treated Zhong Ziyu as his son, hoping that he would marry and have him carry on the family line. If there really was a problem halfway through, Wei Chou would have found a cliff to jump off.

At the same time, Zhong Ziyu, who was sitting in the same carriage as Lei Lang and Yue Dansheng, also felt very awkward.

Zhong Ziyu was truly embarrassed, extremely embarrassed, extremely embarrassed.

What happened in the room just now, although it was not as free as others thought it would be, it definitely wasn't any good.

Zhong Ziyu did not have anyone she liked. The woman who had the most contact with men and women who did not know much was either Yue Chongming or Liu Wei.

The former was his sister, the latter … Forget it, let's not talk about it.

The person who lured Hurstwood into it had to prepare himself for a real sacrifice. It wasn't for any other reason, it was just for one reason, and to not implicate Rearlan in this.

Even if he was a distant relative, Hoult would not allow him to do so. If he was serious, Lei Lang's head might even drop to the ground.

But since Zhong Ziyu did not agree, and insisted on taking her place, the problem was that as a man, he and Yue Dansheng could not be compared.

But Zhong Ziyu had been guarding Yue Chongming in the past, and after Yue Chongming's death, he had decided to end this matter. As for the matter of a man and woman, after that time, because of Liu Wei, Liu Wei and the Yue Clan siblings were cousins, whether it was Yue Dansheng or Yue Chongming, Liu Wei looked as if he had seen the shadow of the two of them, and at that time, Zhong Ziyu was also confused.

In other words, his heart had become twisted and he had gone crazy.

But after all, it was only one time, and when they met again in the future, he didn't feel particularly concerned about Liu Wei.

Therefore, Liu Wei was definitely not the person he liked.

Since he did not even have someone he liked, it could be said that he, Zhong Ziyu, was completely inexperienced with the affairs of men and women. Liu Wei had unorthodox methods and taught him for an entire afternoon, the last bit of it was useless.

When speaking of some poor families, the young maidservants were not available to enlighten the young master. The enlightenment that the males had towards such matters all came from their fathers, sons, brothers and brothers.

But preaching was one thing, if he really came out...

Zhong Ziyu's face flushed red. He herself was scared, although he wasn't as passionate as the other men about bed affairs, and wasn't as blasphemous, but Yue Dansheng was watching him from inside the room, and it made him feel awkward, horrified, and then …

He really had no future!

Thinking about it, Zhong Ziyu couldn't help but want to punch herself. At the same time, he felt resentment in her heart.

Why did she keep looking at him?

Halfway through the carriage, Lei Lang threw a military uniform over for Yue Dansheng to put on, and after a while, the carriage arrived at its destination. Lei Lang swaggered in with Yue Dansheng, who was dressed as a personal guard, and the elegant and handsome Zhong Ziyu.

The yamen were guarded against death, the gaps between the patrolling guards were all sealed. Lei Lang was a deputy general that had to be tolerated, no one stopped him, so Yue Dansheng and Zhong Ziyu were not in the slightest danger of being exposed.

When they arrived at the small courtyard of their residence, Lei Lang pointed at a door and winked at Zhong Ziyu.

Zhong Ziyu nodded and replied with a "En".

But just as he was about to walk over, his arm was grabbed.

Ye Zichen turned his head, and saw that it was Brother Yue who stopped him.

Yue Dansheng leaned over and whispered into Zhong Ziyu's ear: "You really know how to?"

Zhong Ziyu felt that her dignity as a man had been trampled on.

Yue Dansheng scoffed, her eyebrows raised as she looked at the door in front of him, and said: "If you find it difficult, just call me."

Zhong Ziyu pursed his lips.

Yue Dansheng patted his shoulder, and said with a smirk: "I'm afraid you won't be able to."

Zhong Ziyu gasped in anger, and said unhappily: "As long as she is a woman, I will, you don't have to look down on me!"

Raylon urged from the side, "Hurry up."

Zhong Ziyu used her nasal voice to make a small "hmph" sound and walked over, directly pushing on the door of the room.

In there, Hoult was immediately alarmed, and in the next moment, the sounds of swords clashing sounded out, after determining the distance, and sensing that something was pressing down on his neck, Zhong Ziyu lightly muttered: "Un …."

The sound of the swords and sabers stopped under his bone-cracking groan. The countless people around him could tell that he was a man, and a man at that. He should be a somewhat pampered man.

The room was brightly lit by the light of a candle.

Hurstwood looked at the stranger.

Zhong Ziyu, who was carrying an axe around her neck, was also looking at her.

He looked at the tall woman in front of him, whose clothes were all spread wide open, and his face immediately flushed red. He then looked at the young man, who was sitting up on the bed behind her, and sighed, "Sorry, I entered the wrong door."

Hoult sized up Zhong Ziyu's facial features with great interest. With a smile on her slightly black and bright face, he asked, "Who gave you the directions?"

Zhong Ziyu didn't look at her face, nor did she look at her body.

Hurstwood understood and chuckled, "He said he wanted to give someone to me this afternoon, but I sent the boy away. What about it? You?"

Then, rubbing his chin with his callused hands, Hurtle teased him like a puppy for a moment, then asked, "Mind if there are three of you?"

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