When I was in Qin Dynasty, I lost contact with the wave

Chapter 355 Hu Meiren: If the husband endures it, it will be really uncomfortable... As a concubine...

What came into view was not the delicate white body that Zhang Ji had expected, but a delicate dark red wedding dress.

From the Zhou Dynasty to the pre-Qin period, the wedding dress was not the bright red one in the TV dramas of later generations, but a wedding dress with black as the main color, red as the supplement, and black and red.

The sky is Xuan (blue-black) color, and the earth is Hun (yellow and red) color.

The dark red wedding dress expresses people's awe of the heaven and the earth, and also means that this evening ceremony is a lesson from the heaven and the earth, and prays for the blessing of the heaven and the earth to bless the marriage.

Madam Hu, who was wearing a dark red wedding dress, stood in front of the bronze mirror, and behind her was Hu Meiren, who was also wearing a dark red wedding dress.

The blue silk draped on the left shoulder has been gathered up, tied up with a jade hairpin, and tied into a cloud temple, while Hu Meiren still has her long hair loose, and a strand of long hair in the middle is braided. Ribbon Constraint.

And when Mrs. Hu and Beauty Hu turned around at the same time when they heard the familiar voice, Zhang Ji's heart seemed to miss a beat.

Mrs. Hu already exuded a dignified and virtuous temperament, but now she is wearing the dark red wedding dress woven by the Shaofu, with the cloud temples that the ladies love, making her look even more graceful and noble. It has a hint of a woman, just like a ripe peach, one can't help but want to take a bite and taste the splashing juice.

And Hu Meiren is still like a pink and tender girl, with a somewhat feminine temperament, which can arouse a man's desire for protection.

Although the two sisters have their own styles, Zhang Ji is amazed by both.

"Lang... why are you here?"

Mrs. Hu hesitated for a while, and did not call Zhang Ji "Lang Jun" before the ceremony, but she still walked forward skillfully, looked at the dust on Zhang Ji's body and the sweat on his forehead, and took out a fragrant handkerchief from her bosom. , wiped his sweat for him, and then gently patted the dust on his body.

Although the ceremony was not yet done, Mrs. Hu was already used to this, but Meiren Hu looked at Zhang Ji with her hips akimbo and a smile on her face.

Zhang Ji gently hugged Mrs. Hu's slender waist, the flame in his heart was not extinguished by the strong wind blowing all the way, but it was blowing more and more vigorously.

Conscience of heaven and earth, he was only amazed by Mrs. Hu and Beauty Hu in this wedding dress, not because of any desire to play with the wedding dress.

"You started trying on wedding dresses so early, how eager you are to marry me?"

"How about I come tonight to learn the duties of a wife in advance for you?"

Zhang Ji hugged Madam Hu tightly from behind, nibbled on Madam Hu's delicate earlobe, and the hot breath he exhaled hit his white and jade-like cheeks, causing bursts of blush.

Feeling the fire behind her, Madam Hu blushed even more. With Zhang Ji's blunt and straightforward words, she felt her delicate body gradually softening, and she was hugged by Zhang Ji as if she couldn't exert any strength. In his arms, let those restless dog paws move around.

"do not……"

Madam Hu's voice trembled slightly.

She is too familiar with Zhang Ji. Although she was not the first one to perform Zhou Gong's ceremony with Zhang Ji, she was the first one to have those skin-to-skin relationships with Zhang Ji.

Obviously, Zhang Ji's purpose is not so simple.

Biting her moist lips lightly, Mrs. Hu suddenly pushed Zhang Ji away behind her.

This inevitably made Zhang Ji a little astonished. Is this still the gentle and virtuous Mrs. Hu?
The pink-faced and blushing Mrs. Hu panted heavily. Although the action of pushing the machine was swift and decisive, there was a bit of guilt in her eyes.

Now that he is familiar with Zhang Ji, he naturally knows how vigorous Zhang Ji is in his prime of life. At least Zhang Ji at this age will not feel tired of them at all after breaking through to the Grandmaster Realm.

This public grain is usually handed over until the granary is full. If it weren't for Guishui coming for a certain period of time every month, Mrs. Hu sometimes worried that her frail body would be torn apart by Zhang Ji.

Zhang Ji, who was on fire, was pushed away, and the anger in his body naturally accumulated.

How uncomfortable is it that a man's anger is backlogged and cannot be released?
Madam Hu couldn't empathize with her, but Madam Hu understood the feeling sometimes when Zhang Ji deliberately walked through the house three times to ask Madam Hu to beg him, or use those shameful gestures and titles.

Otherwise, with a gentle and conservative temperament, she would not utter those shameful titles, and cooperate with Zhang Ji to put on all kinds of shameful postures.

It's just that at this moment, although Mrs. Hu felt guilty, she didn't regret pushing the machine.

It is precisely because of his conservatism that Mrs. Hu pays more attention to rituals and etiquette.

For a woman, the funeral ceremony is the most important ceremony in her life, especially for Mrs. Hu, a poor woman who has been deceived by two men, the meaning of this ceremony is even more different.

Seeing Zhang Ji slumped, Hu Meiren couldn't help covering her mouth and chuckling, her soft and charming laughter diverted Zhang Ji's attention to her.

"very funny?"

Zhang Ji walked a few steps closer with an unkind expression on his face, and pressed Hu Meiren against the wall with a black face, as if he was a bully robbing the women of the people, and raised his left hand high, as if wanting domestic violence.

But Hu Meiren was not panicked at all. A woman who can get along like a fish in water in Han Wangan's harem and finally rise to the top has naturally seen the big world.

Furthermore, it is not uncommon for a husband to beat his wife, no matter which country he is in, but Zhang Ji, who loves them from the bottom of his heart to the point of violating the rules of etiquette, as long as they do not make mistakes in principle, it is impossible for Zhang Ji to do anything.

Therefore, Hu Meiren, who was forced to the corner and faced a big hand raised high, not only did not panic, but instead went forward to meet the man.

"Do you really have the heart to hit someone?"

The white lotus root arm raised slightly, held the big hand, and guided the big hand to fall on his broad chest. There was a faint mist floating in those foxy eyes, as if paralyzed by fright. It was like falling into Zhang Ji's arms.

Hu Meiren's biggest feature is this soft and charming temperament, soft and charming, which can always arouse his desire to protect.

Of course, it is also possible that it is not a desire to protect, but it is more and more people want to bully this delicate beauty.

But at this moment, there are two kinds of emotional tension.

Hu Meiren also noticed Zhang Ji's state at the moment, and quietly let go of a jade hand, which fell quietly and rubbed gently through the clothes.

"If Lang Jun endures it really hard..."

Hu Meiren leaned closer to Zhang Ji's face, and gently exhaled the intoxicating fragrance like orchid.

The other hand gently touched Zhang Ji's chest, and the fingertips painted with pink nail polish drew circles one after another on Zhang Ji's chest.

"And my sister is unwilling, as a concubine... as a concubine..."

Hu Meiren glanced sideways at Madam Hu, as if she was planning to recreate the scene when she won Zhang Ji Chunyang's body, and let Madam Hu observe it on the spot, but she was powerless to stop it.

"The concubine is naturally unwilling!"

Hu Meiren imitated Mrs. Hu's previous actions, and also pushed Zhang Ji away.

Ever since she was eaten by Zhang Ji, she seemed to have fallen into the clutches of the devil.

Although life is more hopeful, and life is happier and more sexually blessed, but there is no longer a situation where Zhang Ji is frustrated, and there are fewer opportunities to suppress Zhang Ji.

Hu Meiren's voice was soft and waxy, and her laughter was like a bell.

Even Yan Lingji's fire-playing skills are not as good as her beauty Hu's ability to flirt without extinguishing, right?
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