Ye Kong was also not a stickler for formalities. His eyes were filled with pretty faces and he did not reject any of them. Those who threw themselves at him, he received them, those who gave themselves a hug, he supported them. As for poems and songs, he was able to use the shallow knowledge he learned on Earth to answer them one by one.
These girls were all chosen by Feng Siniang out of all the other girls. Which one of them did not require a man to spend a thousand gold for them. Today, they were all gathered in front of Ye Kong, competing with each other for beauty.
"Eighth Young Master, how is this servant's finger technique?" The girl with numb hands asked in a sweet voice.
Ye Kong finally understood. No wonder she said her hands were numb. What she meant was that her fingers could give a man a numb yet refreshing feeling.
"Not bad, not bad." Ye Kong hurriedly pulled away the pair of disobedient hands.
"Che, you are not even playing the zither or the lute, so why are you talking about finger techniques?" A girl who was standing far away waved her handkerchief angrily.
She did not understand, but the other girls understood. They all giggled, one hand holding a different colored handkerchief to cover their face, while the other hand unruly attacked.
In the end, they were all prostitutes. Their guts were really big and too direct. Ye Kong thought back to when he was on Earth, in the orphanage, it was impossible to find a decent beauty. He could only hide in a corner and practice five against one.
Now that he had come to Cang Nan Continent, he was even more awesome. A room full of beautiful girls were fighting over him. He could not even push them away. He did not know if it was his luck in love or his misfortune in love.
"Enough, if you keep on grabbing me then I won't be able to take it." Ye Kong's hands moved left and right, only then was he able to resist the thousand hand Guanyin's attack.
"Sisters, I, Ye Kong, appreciate your hospitality. Today it was just a small effort, so there is no need to thank me … It is already late, so sisters should return to their rooms and rest. I …" Ye Kong said as his face suddenly twisted, as if he was in pain, but also as if he was enjoying it.
"I, I …" Ye Kong's twisted face suddenly relaxed as he let out a breath and said, "I also have to return home."
That's right, he had to abandon all the beauties and return home alone. The reason was simple. He had been touched to the point of breaking down.
Although Ye Kong had the mentality of a man in his twenties, his small body was that of a standard fourteen-year-old boy. How long could a boy of this age last?
In the beginning, Ye Kong could still endure it, but who knew that as he spoke, another hand would reach out from beside him.
That hand was not an ordinary hand. It was skillful and experienced. It was neither light nor heavy, neither fast nor slow. It could be said to be of a professional standard.
Ye Kong, who could no longer control himself, was crushed by the last straw that broke the camel's back. He immediately died.
What the f * ck, who the f * ck is this? Ye Kong unhappily turned his head and discovered that it was the Lady Boss, Feng Siniang.
Feng Siniang watched as the girls made their moves and her heart itched. She had been enduring, but in the end, she couldn't control herself. She thought to herself that if she took advantage of the chaos, no one would notice.
Who would have thought that her technique would be so superb that the moment she grabbed it, something happened.
They've all been stopped by me. Why are you, the boss's wife, adding to the chaos? Do you think that I, your father, am a chicken that can extend my life by grabbing it?
Ye Kong was unhappy, but Feng Siniang had already bowed her head and admitted her mistake. In front of all the girls, he had to give her some face. He couldn't make her lose face in front of everyone.
"Okay, everyone can go back. I should also go back."
After Ye Kong said this, the girls reluctantly left in twos and threes. After everyone left, Ye Kong also prepared to leave.
"Eighth Young Master …." Behind him, Miss Xiao Ying's bitter voice rang out. Today was really a tragedy for her. Originally, she was going to be with the Eighth Young Master, but who knew that a bunch of people would appear and force her, the main character, to stand to the side.
Now that the Eighth Young Master was leaving, it was unknown when he would come again. Maybe … Maybe at that time, she would be taken by another man … At that time, the Eighth Young Master wouldn't even look at her.
Xiao Ying thought of this grievance, her eyes turned red and tears threatened to fall.
Ye Kong knew what she was thinking and said to Feng Siniang, "Keep her."
"Okay." Feng Siniang had already made a mistake. She didn't dare to look at Ye Kong's eyes.
"Wait for me to come next time." Ye Kong nodded to Xiao Ying and stepped out of the room.
In fact, keeping Xiao Ying was not entirely for himself. The key was that there was still Ancestor Acheron. Today, he came to the brothel for him. Who knew that no matter what, he wouldn't wake up. When he woke up, he would make a fuss about looking at women. At that time, he would just let him look at Xiao Ying.
"Eighth Young Master … .How about big sister Feng find you a clean pair of pants …." Feng Siniang followed behind Ye Kong and said in a low voice. She also felt very embarrassed. She was already in her thirties, yet she secretly touched a little boy. In the end, she was found out.
"No need." Ye Kong quickly walked down the stairs.
"Actually it doesn't matter … .Eighth Young Master, you are still young … .It's easy to again, again, again …." Feng Siniang was somewhat speechless.
"Again what? I'll let you touch me again? "Ye Kong's pants were wet. His tone was also very unhappy.
"Big sister doesn't dare." Feng Siniang did not say anymore.
But Ye Kong gave a cold laugh, "Don't dare? You have a lot of guts huh? When the Iron yamen came, why didn't you tell him that I was drinking inside? You clearly wanted to drag me down with you! "
"…." Feng Siniang was speechless. Standing in front of the back door, she lowered her head in silence. She did not think that this fellow would be this shrewd. She had a little thought in her heart. He did not see it, but he guessed it.
This brat, is he fourteen years old? Why is he like an old fox? Feng Siniang could not help but mutter in her heart.
"Can't say anything? Heng! "Ye Kong coldly snorted. Walking out of the wooden building, he stepped onto the cobblestone path in the back courtyard.
Actually, Ye Kong was really angry with the Lady Boss because of this. If you asked me for help, I would have agreed if you were a bit more sincere. But what are you doing? Using me? Treating me like a fool?
More importantly, this kind of thing will happen again. Next time, I will be used again, so Ye Kong must make her understand.
The moonlight was bright, and the path was quiet and cold. Only Ye Kong was walking on it. Beside him was a clear man-made creek, and the round moon was reflected on the mirror-like water surface.
A small dragonfly landed on the surface of the water, and immediately, the moon on the surface of the water began to ripple. The ripples were white and sparkling.
The beautiful scenery of the night caused Ye Kong to stop walking. Looking at the lake, he sighed. In the future, it would be better if he didn't come to these places. Being surrounded by a warm and fragrant pile of powder, it was very easy for a person to become intoxicated. Those intoxicating bodies and eyes would make him unable to cultivate.
"Eighth young master." Feng Siniang caught up from behind and arrived in front of Ye Kong. Suddenly, her knees went soft and she knelt down. She said, "Eighth young master, this lowly servant was wrong. Eighth young master is magnanimous and not only did you not blame me, you even took the initiative to help the Hidden Spring House. Please punish me!"
Ye Kong heard her sincerely admit her mistake and even called herself a lowly servant. The knot in his heart disappeared a lot. He took a step forward and said, "Okay, in the future, just don't do it a second time. Get up."
"Eighth young master, please punish me!" Unexpectedly, Feng Siniang refused to get up and continued to kneel in front of Ye Kong.
The creek once again returned to its tranquil state. There was no one around, and in the distance, laughter could be heard. Nearby, there was the faint fragrance of a woman floating in the air. Under the moonlight, the young woman kneeling on the ground had a different kind of flavor.
When Ye Kong was on Earth, he really liked this kind of thirty year old mature girl. It was just that he was only fourteen years old and the age difference was too great, so he never thought about it in that way.
But at this time, under the moonlight and the beauty, the environment was elegant and secluded, and he was alone with Feng Siniang. This woman was still kneeling, giving off the feeling of waiting for malaria.
This Feng Siniang was a famous top courtesan in the past. She was thirty-two or thirty-three years old and her body was comparable to a girl's. If she was on Earth, it would be normal for her to charm a group of young boys.
The moonlight shone on her hair, which was tied up in a bun, making her black hair sparkle with a white light. Her hair, which was tied up in a bun, was mixed with a dark green hairpin, which made her look even more attractive.
"Forget it, there is no need to punish me. I … just wanted to remind you." Ye Kong's tone became much gentler. His right hand unconsciously touched her jet black hair. It was very clean, and strands of hair slid through his palm. It was very easy to touch.
"Eighth young master …" The kneeling Feng Siniang raised her head and looked at Ye Kong standing in front of her. Even though he was young, Feng Siniang felt that he had the aura of a monarch.
"This kind of punishment … Eighth young master, are you satisfied?" Feng Siniang raised her head and faintly asked. The moonlight shined on her face, making her blush.
Ye Kong was a little surprised. He did not think that this lady boss would be so direct. She actually took the initiative to untie his pants and even used a handkerchief to help him clean up.
"Eh …" Ye Kong looked at Feng Siniang's moist and beautiful lips and swallowed his saliva. He tightened his belt, left behind a sentence, and turned to leave.
"I still have things to do tonight so I will leave first. If you need my help in the future, just say it."
As soon as Ye Kong left, Feng Siniang also stood up. The cobblestone floor was really up to her knees. Thinking about the scene just now, her face was covered with a layer of red mist. She did not think that the thing that all the girls were looking forward to would come into contact with her in the end.
Her heart was also beating quickly. Ever since she became the lady boss, she no longer received customers nor did she have a man. It had been many years since she touched a man, but today she was so close. If it was not for the Eighth young master's bad temper, she really would not want to let go.
Feng Siniang stood in the back courtyard. Her heart was uncontrollably fluctuating. At this moment, Ye Kong was also sitting in the small palanquin carried by two people. He used his hand to lift the curtain and looked outside. His mind was still on Feng Siniang's moving hands, face, and lips.
"Little brat, if you want to then don't hold it in. It's fine if you go back. It just so happens that this old ancestor has just woken up and is in good spirits." Ancestor Acheron did not wake up earlier or later.
"You really woke up at the right time." Ye Kong put down the curtain and coldly snorted, "I also went to the Hidden Spring House. Don't blame me for not waking up. Since you are in good spirits, then go back and refine pills for me."
"It can't be. You went but this old ancestor has not." Ancestor Acheron said with a belly full of displeasure.
"I won't wait for you!" Ye Kong once again stared blankly at the small window of the palanquin.
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