Inside the red silk warm tent, on the man's sturdy chest, bright beads of sweat dripped down. Half of his face sank into the night, and his eyes were dark and wild.
The soft tent was separated by candlelight, dimly reflecting the female body under her body as white as jade. The coquettish panting and her tenderness to provoke him for no reason made Zong Zhenglin wish he could torture her violently. The force that was out of control instantly became violent.
But after a few rushes, she was about to enter, and suddenly she saw her with her small mouth slightly open, looking at him with tears in her eyes. He babbled, raised his chin slightly, and the whole person trembled suddenly.
The rapidly rising and falling Bai Nen in front of his chest made his eyes seem to be on fire, but the woman narrowed her eyes slightly, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist. He just raised his body halfway, and his face was full of love. His breath was already chaotic, and there were still tears in the corners of his eyes. "Hurry up, too." After speaking, he reached out and slid under the two of them.
"Jiaojiao!" Zong Zhenglin's expression changed, and he eagerly opened his mouth to stop him. "No." There was a bit of a grim look on his face, and he was not willing to be teased by her early. The breath was heavy, and the man stared at her with a wink, his heart tickled but resolutely refused. "Dare to be presumptuous,..."
The admonition had just started, but the one who opposed him, Yuzi, used his actions to force him to have no follow-up. "Hmm—" The man groaned and clasped her waist, her chest and abdomen were tight, and the blue veins on her forehead burst out.
Damn woman!
His fingertips gently fiddled with the bag of his descendants between his legs, seeing that the man was forcibly restrained and unwilling to disarm. Mu Xiyao's heart was ruthless, and if he told him to toss again, he wouldn't want to rest tonight. She was relieved, and naturally she had to think of a way to ask him to take a breath. Parting is imminent, and you can't continue to indulge like this.
Zong Zhenglin held his breath and did not dare to move under him. Just as she was about to endure the overwhelming movement, Mu Xiyao suddenly sat up and wrapped her arms around her neck. "The concubine has to serve you."
The woman rubbed her breasts against his chest with a pair of white and raw breasts. The tip of the core brushed against his dark brown bulge, as if someone had been stabbed in the key. a bit.
Taking advantage of this gap, Mu Xiyao supported his shoulder and twisted away like a fairy. Sitting across from him, riding on him and shrinking wantonly.
"Bastard!" He shouted hoarsely, but he couldn't take it any longer.
After subduing her Jiaorui, she immediately regained control and threw her whole body down, but after ten or so times, the joy was on the horizon again. "Clamp it!" Zong Zhenglin was furious with a slap on her hips.
The slyness flashed in his eyes, and Mu Xiyao pointed at his ear, bewitchingly charming, and called out to each other.
"Your Highness, hurry up~"
Zong Zhenglin's brain exploded, and he lost all reason, and he only remembered repeating, "Clean up you, this will clean up you..."
Outside the tent, the chiseled copper hook tied with the knotted rope shook violently. Even the veil that fell down was like ripples in the wind, and it was so swaying that it was so beautifully scattered.
A muffled roar suddenly sounded in the room, as if the sigh was filled with joy and anger. The man held her vest tightly, breathed each other, and hugged each other.
After a while, Zong Zhenglin calmed down and turned his head to stare at the woman who was lying softly on his shoulder, with love and anger in his heart.
He kissed her side neck and made a deep mark. "Knowing that this hall is about to lead troops, today I was forced to be fierce. Even if you are more intimate, you don't want to?" Recalling that she had just served, but she had never been so hardworking before, Zong Zhenglin panicked and was even more annoyed.
Cheeks rubbed against his neck, Mu Xiyao's voice was numb, and her arms around him tightened slightly.
"It is tomorrow that I still need to get up early. I'm afraid that I won't be able to get up, and I'll miss seeing you off with His Highness. Could it be that I don't allow my concubine to see you enough even before parting? gone?"
These words were too beautiful, and every word hit Zong Zhenglin's heart. Although he was still eager to move, he was overwhelmed by the love and love that surged in his heart.
Knowing that she was reluctant, her eyes were so soft that she seemed to drown the little man in it.
He slowly lifted the person up, hugged her limp body and laid it flat on the slump, the creamy snow skin revealed pink tenderness, and the more she looked, the more beautiful she became.
Hanging his arms above her, the man's eyes were full of amazement. With one hand on her cheek, Feng Mu stared at her beautiful eyes with concentration. "Be nice and wait for the main hall." He pulled her hair on the temples for her again, and Zong Zhenglin leaned over and kissed her eyebrows. In the hot breath, every kiss is precious.
Realizing the unfinished meaning of his words, Mu Xiyao responded with trembling eyelashes. Raising his eyes and looking at his face carefully, this man, after the affair, faintly exuded an air of love, which is actually extremely sexy and charming.
Reaching out and hugging his waist, he was very obedient and supple. "You can rest assured, the concubine must be thinking of you every day, and I hope you come back soon."
The sooner the better! Let's take the baby, go back to Shengjing, and have a good life...
Unable to see through the little abacus that Mu Yaonu's heart was pounding, the Sixth Highness only thought that she had rarely shown her little daughter's posture, and was coquettishly talking to him, and there was no way she didn't love her. It's a bit rare that parting emotions are mixed in, and now, I'm thinking about her even more.
The city of Shengjing was overcast with clouds, and the battle report had been sent back from the front, and the army in the middle was blocked in the Keshi area. On the east road, they encountered Mobei general Hu Heye led 80,000 elite soldiers. The two sides have been fighting bloody for three days. It seems that it is difficult to decide the outcome in a short period of time.
Zong Zhenghan held the jade white wine cup, and his eyes were full of ambitions that could not be concealed. "Pour wine!" Si Shi clings to the wine cup, leaning his chest against his arm, and sticking it up enchantingly.
Lifting her head and drank, she lifted her chin, Zong Zhenghan leaned over and fed her the drink. Seeing that the woman's face was blushing, she choked her chest and coughed again and again. She laughed and threw the wine glass, so she dropped the expectant Si Shi and strode out the door.
Two days ago, spies came to report and intercepted a secret letter outside Jingzhou City. Zong Zhenghan was overjoyed, but this secret letter was handwritten by Zong Zhenglin. The letter mentioned that he and his party are now hiding in the caravan of Gita City, urging Xicheng to issue a customs clearance document, intending to hide people's eyes and ears, and pass through the two gates set up by Mobei people at Moganling as a traveling merchant.
Now that this secret letter has been handed over to him, and with the powerful and powerful handwriting, there is no doubt that this matter cannot be faked.
Now that the dead man was sent to sneak into the city of Geeta to assassinate, he was also powerless about this matter. After all, Xicheng is in the hands of Chen Jingliang. Since he issued a military order, he could not leave the city without a warrant.
Insidiousness flashed in his eyes, so, if you can't do it yourself, you can only use a knife to kill and save his life.
In October of Zhanghe's fifteenth year, following the news of successive defeats in the war, even more bad news followed. The sixth son of the emperor, Zong Zhenglin, was seriously injured and temporarily sheltered in the city of Gita. Helplessly, his identity was exposed, and he was seen by Chunyu Jiahe, the general of Mobei's expedition to the west. Now dead.
Yuan Chengdi was content with this bad news and had already quit the dynasty for two days. Concubine Shu's condition worsened, and there was a hint of danger. The emperor couldn't bear it, so he specially allowed Concubine Shu's family to visit the palace. Fortunately, after a full day or two nights, the person finally woke up.
All the women in the palace wished Concubine Shu had died early, but she never knew that she had survived with all her life. Unwilling, Concubine Yan De almost had fetal qi, but Yuan Cheng Emperor was furious and ordered her to be banned from the palace without any edict.
In the palace of the Sixth Highness, ever since the old woman found out the news, Helian Minmin's body softened, only to feel black in front of her eyes, unable to hold on for even a moment, and fainted on the brocade couch.
When something like this happens, how can you hide it. It is not an exaggeration to say that the palace of the prince has collapsed.
In Fanghua Garden, Su Linrou cried hoarsely, and she swept a whole set of high-quality glazed tea cups to the ground, not even caring about her heartache. Lying on the table, at this time, I can only blame Dai Ma.
"Mammy, how is it possible, how could His Highness say that it's gone? The concubine is still so young, if it wasn't for my father who sent the concubine for selection..."
Dai Ma's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly stepped forward to cover her mouth. If you wait so desperately, how can you shout at random. Even with such a mind, there is absolutely no way to have it!
This Su Linrou only thought about herself and felt that her future was gloomy, so she couldn't help but feel resentment. Wan Jingwen was dumbfounded, staring at the double-eared fish pattern ceramic bottle, her whole person seemed to have lost her soul.
After traveling thousands of miles to serve the disease, the goal was not fulfilled. How could he even lose his glory and wealth in the end
In Luocheng, Mu Xiyao held the Pan Guanyin palm and looked left and right for a moment, the more she looked, the more spirit she felt.
"Master, this grass with thorns has grown all the way. You haven't seen enough yet?" The ones that are placed are also replaced.
"Little girl knows what's going on, go to work." She interrupted Hui Lan with a wave of her hand, and Mu Xiyao took the silk handkerchief and carefully wiped the specially selected porcelain urn.
It had been seven days since Zong Zhenglin had been gone. At this time, rumors of the death of His Highness Sixth Highness in the city only made her laugh secretly. There are really no taboos, and he even used this to lure Zong Zhenghan into taking the bait.
She just wanted to borrow the line from the Western Jin Dynasty to make some preparations for the future. Who would have thought that this man could kill two birds with one stone, and he even made it out of cheating death.
He was smiling and lowered his eyes, intending to continue to take care of the Guanyin Palm, but suddenly stopped, and his eyes suddenly glowed. Could it be... Looking to the north with vacant eyes, Mu Xiyao smiled with her brows and eyes curved, and she was in an unprecedentedly happy mood.
On the last day of October in the fifteenth year of Zhanghe, on the morning of the morning, the Minister of War was reporting the various battles to Emperor Yuancheng. Everyone in the Hall of Qinzheng kept their eyes fixed and cautious.
The bad news came a few days ago, and for some reason, the person sent to confirm it has not responded. The emperor has been inexplicably irritable in the past few days, and he has reprimanded several confidants. Even with the six officials, none of them can get a good face in the morning.
At this moment, listening to the reply from the Minister of War, which was completely unconfident, the hall was even more silent and gloomy.
"Report—" A loud and clear sound pierced the sky. From outside the hall, it came quickly from far and near.
The soldier's feet were windy, his face was full of ecstasy, and he almost tripped his legs when he stepped over the threshold. He staggered a few steps, his knees slammed on the ground, and he raised his hand to report urgently.
"Victory in Mobei! Nahan is in a hurry, His Royal Highness led the troops to besiege the city, and already forced the capital to surrender!"