The felt curtain was opened, the night wind blew into the tent, and the candle light swayed gently.
Li Zhongqian took Ye Guangbi and turned back.
A smiling face came in and looked at him, his thick eyelashes flickering: "Brother."
More than ten years ago, he returned to Wei County from Jingnan. She was still so small, petite and soft, wearing a round flower cardigan and skirt, with a small bun on her head, like a small dumpling, she couldn't walk. He leaned against the door with his hands on the threshold, raised his face and called him, "Brother."
He picked her up, she wrapped her around his neck, soft fingers brushed the snowflakes from his temples.
"Brother is cold."
At that time, he had just finished taking care of the funeral of his uncle's family, and he returned home full of dust, it was really cold.
But he is the elder brother, and he has to take good care of his younger sister. No matter how cold it is, he cannot let her freeze.
Li Zhongqian froze for a while, and sneered: "Tanmaraga just left... You just miss him so much? Are you afraid that I will bully him?"
Yaoying hurriedly put away her smile, lifted the curtain and quickly entered the tent, took his arm, and said solemnly: "I'm not thinking about him, I'm thinking about my brother, I'm afraid he won't speak and make my brother angry."
Li Zhongqian knew that she was coaxing him, but he still felt that his heart was ironed, and he snorted softly, thinking of Tan Mo Luojia's body, his brows were lightly wrinkled, his mouth opened, and his eyes fell on Yaoying's face.
Yao Ying is curiously looking at the treasure box gift box in the account.
He swallowed the words that rolled down his throat.
She and Tamaroka have gone through so much to get to where they are today, so let's not mention the sad things for her.
…
Yaoying coaxed Li Zhongqian and went to look for Tanmaraga.
It was late at night, and the candles were dimly lit. With his back to the felt curtain, Tamara was sitting cross-legged on the velvet blanket, his clothes were half torn, the leather belt inlaid with the knives was taken off and put aside, and there were mottled scars on his back. The outer edge of the tent heard the voice of Yaoying talking, and pulled up the open front of her clothes.
Yaoying turned around the screen, smelled the smell of medicine, walked to him and sat down, washed her hands, her face was solemn: "Luo Jia, let me see your injury."
He works in an orderly manner, and everything has to be arranged in advance. Today, within one day, he will return to the secular world, issue an edict, meet with Li Zhongqian, and think about everything in one go, except for his own body. applicator.
Tamara shook his head: "It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."
Yaoying stared at him, frowning slightly, her eyes solemn and serious: "It's okay, I'll take a look."
Stern tone.
Tamara was motionless.
Without saying a word, Yao Ying raised her hand and pulled open the front of his riding and shooting uniform, and pulled the outer robe and jacket down to his waist. Her gaze stayed on the blood-stained blouse for a while, she bit her lip and put her hands on her. Shaking lightly, he carefully tore off his shirt.
Tanmaraga sat naked in the dim candlelight, her tight-lined back was dripping with sweat and glowing with honey-colored light. From the shoulders to the waist, there were many scars, large bruises and redness, and under the candlelight, The marks left by the staff were staggered and clearly visible, and there were several old wounds that had not healed.
Seeing the pain in her heart, Yaoying gritted her teeth, dipped a little ointment on her fingers and put it on the wound, "It's all like this, you still say it's okay..."
She sat beside him, her breath on his bare shoulders as she spoke, and her silky fingertips stroked his back, rubbing gently.
"Luo Jia, does it hurt?"
She asked behind his ear, her voice full of pity and distress.
A fire burned in the air, and it suddenly became hot and lingering.
Tan Moraga lowered her eyes, fine beads of sweat oozing from her body, her shoulders and back muscles were tense, and her arms and brachialis trembled slightly.
"Better."
He said softly, stopped for a while, looked at Yaoying's fluttering eyelashes, and added: "Mingyue slave helps me apply medicine, I feel better."
Really, he felt better.
Yaoying's hand movements became more and more gentle, she helped him apply the medicine, and gave him a look.
His face was densely covered with beads of sweat, and the sweat soaked his eyebrows. His facial features were sharper than usual, and his momentum was a little sharper. His deep blue eyes were like a pool of still water, and he looked at her fixedly and fell on her face. There was a bit of gentle oppression in her eyes, as if she could see through her whole person.
"Princess, I just went to propose to your brother."
He was literal.
Yaoying was stunned.
The undercurrents surging in Tamara's eyes, the strength contained in the coldness radiated out, sitting upright, a bead of sweat rolled down from his bare back into his waist, outlining neat lines, "I want to marry the princess, Stay with the princess. I don't know how long I can live, how to be a lover in the world, is the princess willing to marry me like this?"
Yaoying raised her eyes and stared at him for a long time, her eyes gradually turning red.
She doesn't care about these statuses, or whether he can step into the world.
He cares, he doesn't know how long he will live, so he is in a hurry to settle everything so that she doesn't have to be embarrassed.
Yaoying's emotions were up and down, she lowered her head, and leaned her face on Tan Moraga's shoulders, rubbing her attachments.
Tan Mo Luojia waited for a while, stretched out his arms, raised Yaoying's chin with his fingers, and said hoarsely: "Mingyue slave, are you willing to marry me like this?"
He looks calm and calm these days, strategizing, as if everything is ready in his mind, in fact, he is not as calm as he looks on the surface, he is afraid that it will be too late, and that he will not be able to give her anything in this life. He used to think that his life was just a short time, and he didn't have to care about life and death, but now he understands why sentient beings are attached to life.
Yaoying looked at him, eyes met, tears flashed in her eyes, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and she hummed softly.
This sound is like the sound of the fairy flying in the paradise of bliss, like the chirping of Jialingpinjia birds and Ya, the sky is shining, and the trees are blooming with flowers.
His lotus blossomed for him.
This ray of moonlight was pulled into his palm.
Tan Mo Luojia stared at Yaoying's bright eyes like autumn water, slowly pulled her closer, put her hand on her neck, put her arms around her, and put a cool kiss on the top of her hair.
Yaoying was distressed and sour, her heart was full of tenderness, she raised her hand to hug his waist, her fingers accidentally rubbed his bare back, and she trembled slightly in her embrace.
"Have you touched a wound?"
Yaoying hurriedly got out of Tamaroka's arms and looked down at the wound on his back.
"nothing."
Tamaroka shook her head, fingers greedily running through her thick hair.
Suddenly, an electric current shot up from his back, and the blood all over his body boiled and burned.
There was a soft touch on his bare back, Yao Ying lowered her head, pushed her fingers away from the riding and shooting suit, and gently hugged the intact part of his waist, her soft lips were printed on the protruding shoulder blades on his back, avoiding the smearing. The wound of the medicine, from top to bottom, kissed gently.
"Will this be any better?"
As she kissed, she asked, her tone almost murmured.
The kiss on the back was gentle and tender.
Tan Mo Luojia did not move, the heat that had been suppressed just now surged up again, spreading from the place where Yaoying had kissed, trembling lightly wherever she went, an uncontrollable heat quickly ran through her body, and her pale face suddenly froze. A hot blush rose, his eyes darkened.
Yaoying didn't notice his strangeness, and pecked and kissed his back lovingly.
"I won't care about you this time... Luo Jia, you promise me that you will listen to me in the future. If you are injured, you have to apply medicine immediately... You are not allowed to ignore yourself like this."
Tamara closed his eyes for a moment, tried his best to endure, turned his face away from Yaoying, his throat rolled, and sweat slowly slid along the lines of the texture.
Yaoying raised her head, kissed his shoulder, tightened her arms, and hugged his thin waist.
"You will be mine in the future, you have to listen to me."
She smiled charismatically and said with a charming tone.
Tamara turned her head and looked at Yaoying's lips that were lifted up when she spoke. They were fresh and glossy, and they were delicate.
The body snuggling up to him is like a ball of fragrant jade, a handful of fine snow, light and soft, it seems that as long as he holds it lightly, she will fall into his arms softly and let him do what he does.
The evil thoughts that had been lingering in Yu Tan Mo Luojia's heart suddenly rushed out, the fire burned, kept growing and expanding, roaring and roaring in every blood vessel, impatiently wanting to gushing out, bursts of heat rushing violently in the body. , biting, urgently in need of relief.
The veins on his neck stretched.
Yaoying was next to him, feeling the chilling aura around him, and said doubtfully, "Luo Jia..."
Before the words could be said, in the next instant, the back of the neck tightened, and the chin was tightly pinched by the hot fingers. Pressing her neck, he pressed her tightly into his arms.
Her mouth was gagged, her fiery tongue pried open her lips, churning, sucking, bumping, twisting and tangled.
Like a beast that has been lurking for a long time, it has finally caught its prey, eager to devour it, and violently invade and possess it.
Through the clothes, Tamara can still feel her body is soft and soft, and the fragrance is penetrating to the bones. The front of the clothes is loosened little by little, revealing a touch of creamy white, and the skin is against his red sweaty chest. The more the fragrance is. The hair is rich and lingering, and it is tempting to taste.
He couldn't help hugging her tighter, clinging to each other, wishing he could rub her into his own flesh and blood.
Yao Ying was caught off guard, she whimpered, her lips and teeth blended with him, her body was tightly bound by his hot embrace, her hands and feet were weak, almost as soft as a spring water.
With a bang, the small case was almost overturned, Yaoying sank deep into the fleece blanket, her body weighed heavily, Tan Moraga's tall and straight body was pressed against her, and one hand slipped into her skirt.
He looked at her, his eyes getting deeper and deeper, his forehead was sweaty, and his breathing was heavy.
Yaoying's body was numb and sore, lying under him, stretched out softly, her hands touched his bare arms, wet with sweat.
Her body also became hot, and she kept shivering.
Sweat slid down Tamaroka's face and dripped onto the blanket.
He looked at her without blinking, his brows furrowed, his face solemn and holy, like a Buddha, but there was a violent surge of suppressed emotions in his eyes.
Yaoying's face was hot, she raised her hand around his neck, pulled him over and kissed his forehead.
Tan Moraga tried her best to forbear, her breath was short, her fingers clenched the fleece beside her tightly, she closed her eyes suddenly, turned over from her, grabbed the quilt on the couch beside her, covered Yaoying, and pulled her over. Wrap it tightly from the neck to the feet, like a zongzi, then sit cross-legged on the fleece blanket, close your eyes, and recite the scriptures.
Yaoying was stunned, wrapped in a quilt and unable to move, she couldn't recover for a long time.
He was still begging for a kiss just now, why did he recite the scriptures again
Could it be that he regretted it and didn't want to break the precept
Yaoying was stunned for a while, twisted in the quilt, struggled to sit up, and rubbed up beside Tan Moraga like a silkworm chrysalis, her long hair was loose, her cheeks were slightly red, and her charming peach eyes stared. round.
"you… "
Just after saying a word, she fell into a hot embrace, and Tamara stretched her arms and hugged her through the thick brocade.
"I'm sorry, princess, I couldn't help myself just now."
He hugged her, his eyes were tightly closed, his eyelashes vibrated violently, his face was covered in sweat, he spoke, adjusted his posture, and his movements were stiff.
Yaoying was stunned for a moment, then felt the heat in that place, and her eyes widened in surprise.
She knew he was a man, and she knew what he thought about her, but it was only at this moment that she really felt his desire for the first time.
He's already like this... Yaoying's heart trembled, she didn't know where to put her eyes, she pursed her lips and smiled for a while, then blew into Tanmo Luojia's face and whispered, "Luojia, you don't have to restrain yourself... I promise to marry you. ."
Tamaroka trembled, and the arms holding her were stretched into a bow, full of strength.
"Princess, we are not married yet..."
He shook his head and said softly, his voice muffled.
Yaoying was stunned for a while, then burst out laughing, twisting in his arms: "That time, I came to the holy city from Gaochang to find you, isn't it a marriage? Then why did you kiss me?"
She was weak and boneless, and when she twisted, she rubbed against Tanmaraga, his breath became more and more disordered, and his arms increased strength, preventing her from moving.
"Mingyue slave, don't move..."
He opened his eyes, his eyes were deep, sweat dripped down his forehead, and his expression was painful, "I... I can't control it now, it will hurt you."
While speaking, he seemed to have murderous aura surging all over his body, and his muscles skyrocketed.
Just now, he was almost unable to restrain himself and blasphemed her here. When he was dying, he took too many medicinal pills, and his infuriating qi overflowed, and he almost lost his mind. When he woke up, he almost lost his mind and lost all consciousness at the same time. General Sang Er was exactly the same before his death, Bi Suo and the others had never seen him like that.
In those days, no one dared to get too close to him.
It was not until the moment he saw Yaoying that he regained consciousness.
He was afraid that he would hurt her.
Yaoying didn't dare to move.
Tamara held her in his arms, closed his eyes, and continued to meditate on the scriptures.
After a long time, he was still stiff.
Yaoying listened to his heartbeat, looked at his bare chest, without sleepiness, her eyes wandered around, she accidentally caught a glimpse, her face was hot, and she quickly looked away.
He doesn't want to read scriptures all night, right
"Luo Jia, are you uncomfortable?"
Yaoying stretched out her hands from the quilt, hooked Tamara's neck, put her lips together, and whispered in his ear, "I know there is a way to make you feel better..."
He has been practising since childhood and may not understand the matter of men and women.
She didn't experience it either, but Princess Manda did teach her a lot... She didn't want to learn and remembered.
The candles were dimly lit, and Tanmaraga's pale face was surging at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Yaoying took the opportunity to break free from his confinement, pulled the quilt that was entangled in her, knelt down in front of him, pulled him down with a chuckle, kissed him on the cheek, pressed her forehead against his, and Breathing entwined, his right hand caressed his furrowed brows, the bridge of his high nose, his lips tightly pursed, his chest covered with sweat, he endured tension and fear, and slowly descended.
Tamaroka shuddered violently, his muscles quivering.
Yaoying was very courageous, and her face was red at this moment, she closed her eyes, and buried her face on his shoulder.
Tamara held her tightly.
The author has something to say: Recommend a friend Jiangnan Meica's ancient wear article: "Brilliant", a female Jinyiwei and a deaf-mute male protagonist
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When Helan met Wang Zhuoying for the first time, when he returned, he built a silkworm house in the courtyard.
Later, Wang Zhuoying found out and asked him why
He wrote on the paper: All my life, I have been making wedding clothes for others. Only this time, I was willing to rejoice and want to make a wedding dress myself. One mulberry, one leaf, one silkworm, one cocoon, one thread and one silk, one step is not willing to make mistakes.
hint:
1. The male protagonist of this article is really deaf and mute, the kind that can never be cured, mind carefully entering.
2. Intrigue, sweet and abusive, fear of abuse.
it's HE~