"Lang Jun is worried, it's just a little annoyance from the tribesmen in the past..."
Yao Niang's eyebrows trembled, but she gasped softly:
In fact, after all these years, Gu Wu Niang's physique and a fulfilling life seemed to be more respectful and confident and full of radiance than the sadness, softness and decisiveness at the beginning. People think of a certain OL-oriented style; the plump and moist is like a sweet and juicy fruit.
At least compared to Jin Yan'er, who was set by a mature wife among the four servants, and played in private. What she is more prominent is the kind of Gao Jie from the scholarly family, and the kind of light mature woman after the vicissitudes of life; plus the kind of helplessness shown by the bedside facing the two little girls and the two little girls. The maternal tenderness that has to be submissive is even more unstoppable.
Especially the appearance is sweet and sweet, but the inside is very thoughtful, and he likes all kinds of funny things between intimacy; or the traditional beauty with a cold and beautiful appearance, but he can't help but naturally tell people The blushing ears of words and phrases; in various senses of arousing and regulating emotions, it makes people want to be bullied and humiliated.
Therefore, afterwards, Zhou Huaian still couldn't put it down and enjoyed the plump and gracefulness under the skirt, which became more and more difficult to grasp; but while recalling the scene when she met her in the light shirt and snow muscle at the beginning of the year, she said:
"Let’s just listen. If it’s not a matter of principle, it’s easy to do it easily. After all, I am a woman who has been with me for many years. It is very convenient and expedient, which is reasonable."
"Thank you for your love, but the lords and slaves have given me a lot of preferential treatment, and they have been assigned special tasks. I really can't be bothered anymore..."
Yao Niang was slightly pleased when she heard this, but she lowered her eyebrows and said:
"Then let me listen to your idle housework..."
Zhou Huaian felt the warmth of his fingertips and smiled:
"After the collapse of the slave house, now there is no real family member, just a newly-recognized Cong (cousin) sister who has been separated for many years..."
Yao Niang said softly:
"But the third lady who followed Cui Guangyuan from Silla..."
Zhou Huaian remembered it when he thought about it: As a related circle of daily contact such as a back house, people regularly find out and send it to him, and because of the idle hand of Silla's layout-Cui Guangyuan, he knows how much The existence of such a woman with a special experience.
"Actually, it is a member of the Shen clan who came out of Wu Xing. Now I have some thoughts about her."
Yao Niang was a little bit hesitant and stopped saying:
"What's the idea? Can it still make you feel difficult?"
Zhou Huaian said in surprise:
"Because they deliberately let Sanniang take over the Shen family..."
Yao Niang sighed and said:
"Isn't this bullying the soft and fearing the hard? Let such a woman who has suffered so much bear the omens, but they thought it out! What a group of shameless people"
Zhou Huaian couldn't help but smile upon hearing this: He also immediately understood the embarrassment of the girl.
Although the family of Wu Xing Shen's family has collapsed, as a survivor, she still vaguely hopes that someone will continue her ruined family. Although the people of the distant clans did not dare to look for her, they looked at her cousin again, hoping to pass on the family by means of indulgence. However, this is contrary to the status quo of Shen Sanniang and Cui Guangyuan.
"What's the problem? Isn't it possible to pick one of these side branches to inherit the family?"
Zhou Huaian replied casually: Then he came over again, compared to asking that Shen Sanniang to recruit a son-in-law to pass on the ancestry, this may be what those people really look forward to. Because this also meant that she personally acknowledged the birth of the Shen family as a new branch of relatives in the future.
"These bastards, dare to come to you, do you think my methods are not hard enough or the knife is not sharp enough?..."
"It shouldn't be like this... It's my selfishness too! That's why I feel a little shameless to treat Sanniang..."
Yao Niang was also looking back, but she quickly sighed with Zhou Huai'an's troubled palm:
"What does it have to do with you women, you love to think too much, but also worry a lot, and your brains have been twisted?"
Zhou Huaian pouted his lips disapprovingly, and continued to move the beautiful texture under the skirt:
"Even if there is something, can't you just spread it out face to face and make it clear? If you don't ask Sanniang yourself what you mean, what if you want to think about a bunch of things that are not?"
"Even if you don't want to open the house, you can ask Cui Guangyuan if you want to let his future heirs take out one and inherit the family of Shen's family! Then you can appoint someone to educate and raise, is that right? Stay away from those clansmen who are cluttered in their minds, which will produce bad influences and try to profit from them..."
"Thank you Lang Jun for his dedication, but the slave's thoughts are bad..."
When Yao Niang heard the words, she couldn't help but suddenly open up, and her Rong Guang bloomed and said:
"Then I don't know, how can you thank me?"
Zhou Huaian laughed narrowly, reaching out for the sensuality of the sling stocking at the base of his thigh. .
So after I don’t know how long, a group of maids who were finally summoned came in and cleaned up the mess. The skirts were still intact, but the maiden who was already limp and unable to walk on her own, quietly and swiftly gave back support Got out.
Just as Zhou Huaian was full of enthusiasm again, and wanted to make up for the delayed official processing progress, and doubled the speed, he heard the hurried footsteps from outside and the later Tongbing voice again:
"Open to the governor, Sanchuan urgent report..."
—I am the dividing line of emergency —
On the outskirts of Chengdu Prefecture, the Wenshui key between Shuzhou and Meizhou—in Xinjin (now Xinjin County, Sichuan), walking in the Zuo Hujun general, and the southern head of the camp, Liu Jurong, is also facing the self-walking The summoner roared loudly:
"The thief army? How could the thief army be at Lutou Pass... Is Song Hao in Dongchuan already dead? With so many people in Dongchuan, can the barriers and obstacles not stop the thief army?"
"Nowadays, the thieves in the south have flown down to Pengshan (now Pengshan County, Sichuan) in Meizhou, and even the state city was lost without being able to defend it for a day; where did I get more soldiers and kings; believe me As soon as we hit the road here, the camp rushed away in disarray!!"
"I really don't dare to hide it. The Shence Xinying who has already sent Dou (Xingshi) General, Li (Maozhen)'s Xichuan Soldier, and the two lieutenants who are in Shuangliu's Qiang Soldier will go to Lutou Pass I'm rushing to help... Please make sure to work together for one or two! When you walk up and down, count on the guards to wait for one or two..."
Those who do not need to come here even dare not take it big and persuade each other bitterly:
"Never mind, I can only separate two thousand Sword State soldiers and you on the grounds of Jieyun's grain and grass and rewards; just set off at night to go north and don't want to disturb other camps..."
After thinking about it, Liu Jurong could only stop and shout in the end: (End of this chapter)