The night fell, but the hustle and bustle of the city was not at all peaceful. In an apartment in the city center, the curtains have been drawn. The ceiling light in the room has also been turned off, only the table lamp by the bedside is flashing a dim and ambiguous light.
The bed is very messy, and the air is full of ** factors. The bodies of the two women were entangled, and the woman below held her head up, revealing a delicate face that was not very real.
"You are so excited today." said the woman who was pressing on the beautiful woman.
The woman's already red face turned even redder. The slender fingers grasped the woman's shoulders, but the mouth swallowed a tender moan.
*After that, the two went to the bathroom together to take a shower. Standing in front of the sink, the woman picked up the hair dryer and dried her waist-length hair.
"It's as good to touch as it was in ancient times." The woman's hand passed through the woman's hair, and the satin-like touch was the same as it was back then.
Both of them are from ancient times. The difference is that Yang Qiong originally traveled from modern times to ancient times. And Shen Qiuhua is the emperor's favorite concubine. Once you cross, is it fate? Or God's mercy? The two no longer want to care too much. It was enough for the two of them to be together.
Shen Qiuhua came from ancient times and is very unfamiliar with all things in modern times. Fortunately, Yang Qiong was there to help her adapt. The first problem the two faced was Shen Qiuhua's identity. Yang Qiong thought that she was going to take in a black household, but she didn't expect that Shen Qiuhua also has a ready-made identity in modern times, and the name of this identity is also called Shen Qiuhua. The family lives in a small county town.
Shen Qiuhua, 23 years old this year, is a graduate of Normal University. She has been assigned to work in an elementary school in the city. It is summer vacation and she has not yet reported.
Yang Qiong is 29 years old this year. She is a retired special forces soldier and is now the personal bodyguard of the boss of a private company. But Yang Qiong quit her job the day after she came back. The boss promised a salary increase and weekends for a long time, but finally no one was left.
"Why did you quit the job?" Shen Qiuhua was still getting used to it, and occasionally some words commonly used in ancient times popped up.
"The job of bodyguards is too selfless. I used to be alone, it doesn't matter. But now I have you." Yang Qiong's answer was very simple. Now only Shen Qiuhua is the most important in her life. Finally freed from the shackles of her identity, how could she be separated from Shen Qiuhua
Shen Qiuhua did not ask again. Although she has traveled through a thousand years of time and space, her mind has not deteriorated in any way. She is still the favorite concubine who can strategize in the harem.
After the bath, the two lay back on the bed, Shen Qiuhua used to sleep on Yang Qiong's arm. She slept soundly that night.
For the first few days, every night she dreamed of people and events from the past. But now, she has less and less of the past. I need a new beginning, and I am as sensible as Shen Qiuhua, and naturally know how to adjust my mood.
When I woke up the next morning, the sun was already streaming in through the glass windows.
Shen Qiuhua got up, silk pajamas outlined her perfect figure. The straps slipped off her shoulders, revealing a large piece of **** skin. For such light clothes, she refused to wear anything at first. Later, I saw many women showing their arms and legs on the street, and I gradually realized that it was a common situation in this world. Yang Qiong naturally won't force her to wear these, but wearing long clothes and trousers in summer is too attractive. After getting used to it for a while, she was finally able to accept something. At least in the room, she didn't care too much.
This will make Yang Qiong cheaper. In ancient times, Shen Qiuhua, as a palace concubine, naturally could not have any dignified behavior, words and deeds. Usually pull the little hands behind the people. Well now, watching Shen Qiuhua's white and tender skin dangling in front of her all day, Yang Qiong felt that she was about to have a nosebleed.
Shen Qiuhua came to the kitchen and leaned against the door. Watching Yang Qiong tied to the wall is busy. The aroma of rice porridge wafted, making her feel really hungry.
"I got up early today." Yang Qiong turned her head and glanced at her, and was immediately attracted by the figure hidden in her pajamas.
"Don't look!" Shen Qiuhua blushed and reached out to block Yang Qiong's sight. It is not easy to change the old perception, although she is trying hard to adapt, it will take time in the end.
"Okay, I won't watch it." Yang Qiong's hand hooked, and Shen Qiuhua was already in his arms. She wrapped Shen Qiuhua's waist from behind and put her head on Shen Qiuhua's shoulder. "Are you hungry?"
"A little." Shen Qiuhua put his hand on Yang Qiong's, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly. It was only her smile. Reserved, gentle, reserved.
"I'm hungry, too." Yang Qiong said, and opened her mouth, placing one kiss after another on her beautiful and fair neck.
"Hey!" Shen Qiuhua gave up and struggled to break free from Yang Qiong's embrace. With a blushing face, he reprimanded: "Why are you such a rogue?"
Yang Qiong smiled like a rogue cat, and said stubbornly, "You know how restrained I was in the past. Now I finally don't have to worry about it every day. Why don't you let me be a rogue?" Then he rushed over again.
"Who cares about you?" Shen Qiuhua pouted slightly, shrank, walked out of the kitchen, and closed the door. "Bang!" With a bang, Yang Qiong slammed into the door. This attracted Shen Qiuhua's crisp laughter outside the door.
Yang Qiong touched her nose, shook her head with a smile, and continued to come back to cook porridge. It's not easy to win a beautiful smile, what is it like to be a little ugly
After breakfast, the two changed their clothes and went out. Naturally, the attention attracted along the way is indispensable. Shen Qiuhua's scholarly atmosphere and classical beauty infiltrated by the Jiangnan family can't be concealed by any modern dress. She walks on the street, making people feel that this person is a woman who has crossed over from an ancient scroll, and has a very obvious sense of violation with this modern society.
Facing the high rate of turning heads, both Shen Qiuhua and Yang Qiong are used to it. After realizing the problem, Shen Qiuhua was no longer afraid of everyone's attention. I think she is also a favorite concubine, and has long been used to being the focus of everyone. All kinds of bad intentions can be dealt with one by one, not to mention just such simple attention
The two of them are going to the bookstore today. In order for Shen Qiuhua to quickly adapt to this modern society, in addition to teaching her common things in life, Yang Qiong bought a bunch of books for her to read. To say that this person is more than a person is really maddening. As a special forces soldier, Yang Qiong is also a top performer in business, with top skills and minds. As a result, Shen Qiuhua instantly killed her in one move.
"Why do you have such a good memory?" When Concubine Kang finished reading a book that wasn't too thin in the morning and was able to recite the contents of the book accurately, Yang Qiong's chin fell on the ground and couldn't pick it up.
"Naturally thanks to my father's training since childhood. My elder brother can do it too. In the Shen family, this is not a rare thing." Shen Qiuhua spoke very calmly. Her father was a Confucian scholar and served in two dynasties. Whether it is knowledge, strategy, and insight, they are all above the world. The education of children is also very good. She grew up in an environment like the Shen family since she was a child, and her vision and knowledge were not ordinary. Over time, it is not surprising that she can easily get things that others can't get by working hard all day long.
So, Yang Qiong's family bought a batch of books, and Shen Qiuhua, like a computer, stored all the contents of these books into his brain.
Unconsciously, Yang Qiong hurriedly pulled herself back to reality, but she didn't see Shen Qiuhua when she looked up. She hurriedly looked up and looked around, and found that in a corner of the bookstore, Shen Qiuhua was writing. Yang Qiong walked over and saw Shen Qiuhua holding a brush dipped in water, writing on a piece of cloth. Where the brush had written, black writing was left impressively.
Seeing her coming, Shen Qiuhua turned around and smiled and said, "This thing is also interesting." He lowered his head and wrote a few more words before putting down the pen.
"If you like it, buy one and take it home." Yang Qiong knew that this was for practicing calligraphy.
Shen Qiuhua shook his head, "It's just for fun, it's not something I can use."
Yang Qiong nodded and said nothing. Of course, this is not something Shen Qiuhua can use. Shen Qiuhua's calligraphy has already passed the stage of practicing with this stuff. She has been practicing writing with a pen for the past few days. Although it is still not as smooth as writing with a brush, the words written make Yang Qiong ashamed.
Yang Qiong followed Shen Qiuhua all the way through the bookshelves in different fields. Shen Qiuhua has always been very assertive about what books to read. Every time Yang Qiong sees her holding those books that look tall just by their names, she feels that this is the rhythm of raising a female postdoctoral fellow. But this time, when Yang Qiong saw the book in her hand, she felt an incomparable intimacy.
"Are you sure you want to buy a copy of "Xinhua Dictionary" to go home?"
Shen Qiuhua nodded. "The words you have here are a lot different from what I know, and it's difficult for me to recognize them. I asked the girl over there just now, and she recommended this." Shen Qiuhua felt helpless when he said this. All she recognizes are traditional Chinese characters, and many of them do not match the simplified characters. She often asks Yang Qiong, or simply listens to Yang Qiong read to her. But she herself is not a person who likes to trouble others, even Yang Qiong. She is an independent woman after all.
The two picked out some other books and went out of the bookstore together after checking out. "Where are we going?" Shen Qiuhua asked.
"Go eat ice." Yang Qiong said, pulling her hand.