"oh?"
"… oh."
Cui Wang moved back.
Zheng Wan is now sitting on him, moving back together with him, her eyebrows slightly frowned:
"where did you go?"
Cui Wang pursed his lips and did not answer.
Zheng Wan was annoyed.
This person is really a piece of wood, she has worked hard for a long time, but he still doesn't cooperate.
She was annoyed, but she couldn't vent her anger on him, she just felt that the dagger under her body was even more irritating, making her delicate skin feel uncomfortable for a while.
Subconsciously, he stretched out his hand, wanting to put it aside, who would have thought that both of them were taken aback for a moment.
Cui Wang's breathing suddenly became rough.
He pushed her hand away and got up to leave, but Zheng Wan stood up suddenly, jumped on top of him, giggled with her arms around him, she finally realized what it was.
"Cui Wang, Cui Wang..."
She called him laughingly.
There is a sound, delicate, as if the peach powder and pear white outside the door are dyed, and the juice can be squeezed out.
Cui Wang turned his head angrily.
From her point of view, she could see his ice-thin jade-like face was covered with a thin layer of powder, his expression was still stubborn, under the crow's eyelashes, his eyes were still looking at the wall The cold food map is in ecstasy—
Just don't look at her.
Zheng Wan reached out, controlled his head, and made him face her.
A ball of fire is reflected in the black pupils, and the tender white core is still hugging in the crimson outer flame.
She knows she is beautiful now.
Maybe it's because she has practiced the Tao, and her skin, which was not bad before, has no trace of it. Aye used to seldom wear scarlet color, only saying that the time is too bright, and it may not be dignified enough——
But A Niang told her in private, don't learn the pedantic style in the book, the most important thing is to live a comfortable life.
The book always teaches that a good-looking woman should be dignified, virtuous and virtuous, and it is best to raise a litter of concubines for her husband-but A Niang said that life is lived by people, and only when I feel distressed, I know how important face is. of
Affordable, or lining.
Of course, you should be dignified and dignified outside, so as not to deceive people; but when you get along with each other in private, why do you have to put on a face? Who wants to face a clay sculpture of a Buddha
There needs to be some gentleness, carelessness, and willfulness, but it is painful.
"A child who cries gets milk."
Zheng Wan has practiced this sentence thoroughly since she was a child.
She has always admired A Niang. For so many years, she has been the chief minister of a country. She doesn't even have a concubine. She is in poor health and cannot give birth to a son, and she has never had any troubles from other people's families. Instead, Aye hurt her and A Niang to the bone.
This shows that what her mother said makes sense.
Therefore, Zheng Wan actually doesn't shy away from wearing some clothes that are considered deviant in the eyes of those old-fashioned.
"Cui Wang, look, do I look good?"
She held Cui Wang's cheek with both hands, pouted, not allowing him to move away.
Cui Wang's gaze fell on her swollen lips, and when she moved away, she accidentally landed on the slender waist that was not full of grip, upward...
He turned his head, his Adam's apple slipped, and he seemed disdainful and impatient, and his voice was low and hoarse:
"It's not pretty."
Zheng Wan snorted: "Really?"
"really."
The cold voice of the other party made her heart skip a beat, and she pulled his hand to the place where even her mother had praised him.
The daughters of the nobles grew up wearing balm and dew, and those who are particular about even hire nuns to help with bone setting and massage, so there are fewer obese people, and most of them have a good body with fine skin and tender flesh. Body, and Zheng Wan is one of the best.
Her legs are long and straight, her shoulders are slender and narrow, her waist is slender, she is thin and slim, but she is not thin at all, and even looks a little slimmer because of her slender waist.
Cui Wang pulled back, but who knew that his hand was even more immersed in the warm fragrance, which was heavy and fragrant.
She tilted her head, seemingly naive or mad:
"It's not pretty?"
Cui Wang froze, his voice was annoyed:
"Zheng Wan."
Zheng Wan smiled at him, jumped over and bit his lip, nibbling like a cat with food in its mouth, "Don't hide."
"If you hide once, I'll find someone else to try again."
As expected, Cui Wang froze and did not hide.
…
The night was gradually sinking, on the couch, the quilt was soft and wrinkled, intertwined with snow-white and light red robes, one piece in the east, one piece in the west, with one corner of the crimson pocket dangling on the bed, and one corner fell to the ground.
On the long table, the red fruit gurgled all over the floor, and the wine jug filled with pear blossoms fell to the side, and the wine gurgled down and stained the ground. In the warm soup that is steaming white.
The water in this warm soup seems to be boiling, the necks of mandarin ducks are intertwined, intimate and lingering.
Awan gently pushed open the door and peeked in, only to see the clothes scattered all over the floor. It lowered its head and picked up the white robe. The ignorant wooden puppet patted it and found that it was not clean Even the carpet and brocade on the couch were damp and wrinkled.
It picked up the clothes, and was about to pick up the little red piece of cloth on the couch. This little piece of cloth is very strange, and there are two red ropes, with a beautiful flower embroidered on it—
At this moment, a person came out from the inside, dressed in a plain white robe, with a little bit of water vapor on his body, barefoot, as if he just got up from the soup pool.
Between the eyes is the unchanging snow:
"Put it down and get out."
Awan let out a "wow", only felt that today's Zhenjun was a bit strange.
He blinked and tilted his head:
"My lord, you are sick."
"Your face is a little red."
"go out."
Before Awan could react, he was sent out, and Mu Mu still held his master's white robe in his hand.
It scratched the back of its head and let out another "ahoo".
Cui Wang leaned over, picked up the red pocket, small coat, and crimson gauze one by one, and put them into the Qiankun pouch after performing the Dust Removal Art. He looked at the couch and the long table, and his eyebrows were wrinkled like a mountain.
The old ancestor jumped out, angrily:
"Xiao Wangwang, you blocked me just now, did you do something bad?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's so wet...it's powerful enough."
Cui Wang turned his head and looked out of the window with his hands behind his back. It was almost 10 o'clock, but the sky and the earth were still gray and raindrops were falling.
"Hello… "
Just as the ancestor was about to speak, his throat seemed to be choked. Suddenly, he was thrown into the empty and dark world again.
"Okay, very good, shield your ancestors, you are very good."
Cui Wang turned a deaf ear.
There were light footsteps on the brocade carpet, Zheng Wan came out from behind wearing a belt, her face was still blush from the mist, and her eyes were full of water, dyed with a bright color that had not faded.
"Cui Wang, dry my hair for me."
She stood in front of him, tugging at her wet hair in distress, "I can't do it anyway."
Cui Wang looked down at her.
A large piece of snow-white skin was inadvertently exposed, and he stretched out his hand to fasten the messily buttoned front for her, and finally performed a trick.
Zheng Wan's hair was dry.
She stood on tiptoe, branded a mark on his cheek very familiarly, and put her arms around him:
"thanks."
Cui Wang nodded and pulled her arms apart:
"Fifteen has passed."
It became a mass of ice again.
Zheng Wan curled her lips, it was really hard to coax, seeing that he was about to turn around and walk away again, she just remembered something when she was about to step out of the Nuan Pavilion.
Hurrying to go out, the pattering rain did not wet her, and Zheng Wan was surprised to see an extra layer of film around her body, knowing that it was the legendary protective shield.
Cui Wang stopped, his white robe was blown away by the wind, and a pair of dark pupils looked at her impatiently:
"What's the matter?"
Zheng Wan reached out and flicked the Qiankun bag, and a pile of low-level primordial stones appeared in her palm.
She looked up at him:
"You didn't take the change from last time."
"There is also the 30th grade primordial stone that I borrowed from you, I will return it to you next time."
Cui Wang frowned and looked at the pile, and just when Zheng Wan thought he was going to be rich and powerful again, he reached out and grabbed it out of thin air and threw it on Ah Wan's chest who came over at some time:
"Take it to buy earthworms."
Awan blinked:
"real?"
"real."
"Oh! Buy earthworms! Buy earthworms!"
Ah Wan went out happily, bouncing up and down.
Zheng Wan: "..."
Lost to a wooden golem.
At this moment, a green feather hairpin suddenly appeared in the open palm, the whole body was green and green, and the shape was extremely beautiful. The head of the hairpin was a phoenix with fluttering wings, and a string of tassels was held in its mouth, like the most beautiful hairpin in spring. Bright touch of green.
"This is… "
"It's for life-saving," Cui Wang said indifferently, "Don't die casually, it will hurt me."
"..."
never mind.
Don't compare with him.
Zheng Wan blessed the body with a smile:
"Go slowly, Zhenjun."
"Well."
Cui Wang nodded, he looked at the sky, "You can rest here for a few more days."
Before Zheng Wan could say goodbye, she had disappeared into the courtyard.
At this time, Grandma Jin made a long "warm" sound:
"What did your enemy use just now? It made me lose all five senses, worse than a blind man."
"Unfortunately, I didn't see anything."
She sighed with deep regret for the live erotic palace she hadn't seen.
Even though Zheng Wan had a thick skin, she couldn't help blushing, stomped her feet and said angrily:
"Grandma!"
"What kind of mother?"
Granny Jin was not in a very good mood, glanced at her, and said, "Very good, you are not broken. Your enemy can hold back against a pretty girl like you, not bad."
"Why isn't I amazing?"
"If he uses force, you won't be able to resist."
"… oh."
Zheng Wan patted her face to cool down the heat.
If it weren't for Bing Yuangen's ability, she would have been dizzy.
On the other hand, Cui Wang, although he cooperates with her, can always stop at a critical moment, and she uses every means, but it is only a little soft.
"This man and woman, as long as there is a skin-to-skin relationship, it is different."
Grandma Ember sighed and warned, "Don't be in love."
"That's natural."
Zheng Wan took it for granted.
The soul consciousness sinks and enters the inner vision, but after a day and a night, the twenty-one orifices that have been saved before have been filled.
To the Jade Realm, the forty-eight orifices must be filled...
It would be great if Cui Wang could be more active.
"Don't be too greedy!"
Granny Jin shouted suddenly, "Cultivation, soul consciousness, and state of mind are all indispensable for a monk to advance! The time set by your enemy is exactly right."
"Go back and grind your time with water, and digest the energy gained today with the Moxu Sutra."
"… Know."
Zheng Wan hummed.
At this time, Cui Wang had already returned to the cave, and the ban was lifted, and the old ancestor was making a noise in the sea of consciousness. He sat in a daze for a long time, then suddenly covered his heart:
"Old ancestor, this love Gu is very powerful."
"Fuck love Gu."
The old ancestor turned over in the sea of knowledge, "It's obvious that you are lustful."
"It's a love gu."
His heart is like the bright moon, without waves.
Cui Wang closed his eyes and practiced the Qingxin Jue again.