Zhao Defang's road to the virtuous king

Defang looked up at Concubine Di and sighed, "Okay, okay, I admit defeat, what does Madam think?"

"Jiajun, bring the board."

Jiajun looked at Defang, "My lord, this..."

"What is this?" Defang looked at Concubine Di, "Isn't your lady good at speaking? You can just take it."

"Yes..." Jiajun came over with the board, Concubine Di took it and said to De Fang with a smile, "My lord, you sit down, the concubine can't play the board."

Defang stood up with a face full of reluctance, "Ma'am, really...really hitting?"

"Does the majestic prince's words count?"

"No way," De Fang pouted, "Just hit me, how strong is Madam."

Concubine Di supported De Fang's shoulders, turned him around, then patted his waist and said, "Your Majesty, I want to tell you if it hurts."

"Don't worry, I won't scream for pain."

"Really?" Concubine Di smiled, "My lord, I'm going to beat my concubines."

"Well, let's fight." Defang shook her head and saw that the people around her were frowning. Everyone understood and turned their faces quickly. Concubine Di shook the board in her hand and hit Defang's chest with a slap. On the buttocks, Defang groaned and turned around clutching her buttocks, "Ma'am, what a beating!"

"Is this still fake?" Concubine Di shook the board, "Just a moment ago, there is still something else."

"What else?!" Defang stepped back quickly, "If you hit me a few more times, I won't sit still."

"Would you like to bet and admit defeat?" Concubine Di pulled Defang, "Besides, the concubine doesn't have much energy."

"No, no, no." Defang shook her head, "I was wrong just now, Madam is from the Wu family, and she has strong hands."

"It doesn't matter if it's big or small, at least it needs to be hit three times to count."