Drunk King and Minister

The oil lamp on the bronze plate is bright and dark in the room.

Shen Miaorong helped Chen Qian take off her outer robe and inner garment, and after Chen Qian stepped into a steaming tub, she retreated out, took another set of newly washed inner garments that smelled like soap locust and put them on gently. On a copper hanger not far from the tub.

After Chen Qian put on her underwear and turned out from behind the screen with her long wet hair, Shen Miaorong sent her servants to carry the tub out and wipe the floor.

A few sticks of thick white wax were added to the room, illuminating the bed in front of Chen Qian's window as if it were daytime.

Chen Qian flipped through the book in her hand, waiting for her wife to dry her hair behind her.

On weekdays, Chen Qian would read a book for a while before going to bed, but today she held this book in her hand but couldn't read it for a while.Chen Qian put the book on the table, put one hand on the bridge of her nose and rubbed her temples.

Seeing this, Shen Miaorong hurriedly put the white scarf on one side, and stretched out her white and slender jade hands to gently knead Chen Qian's temples. "Is Xianggong tired?" The soft voice was full of affection.

"No problem." Chen Qian grabbed Shen Miaorong's hand, "Just twist my hair for me."

"Yes, Master." Shen Miaorong continued to twist her half-dried hair, while Chen Qian simply raised her head and closed her eyes to rest.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the scene of Bairi Hanzigao dancing with his sword involuntarily appeared in his mind, and he suddenly realized that a few months had passed, and this person was a little more stable and heroic than the first time he saw him, and he was about to reach the crown , but they are about to start a family.

Yan'er came here looking for him yesterday. Chen Qian knew that Han Zigao's appearance was indeed worthy of a country's beauty, but she never thought about the uproar caused by this man's reputation in Wuxing City. Today, she sent someone to I went to inquire, only to find out that he has become the dream lover of Wu Xingcheng's girl who is waiting to marry.

It seems that not long ago, this name belonged to him.

As for this person's marriage, do I want to help Zhang Luo Zhang Luo...

With her eyes closed, Chen Qian didn't know that her brows were almost knit together.

Subconsciously, I don't want to think about it.Thoughts turned to Chen Yan again.

Yanmei's undisguised gaze, Han Zigao's blushing cheeks...

"Miao Rong." Chen Qian opened her eyes, "You go to Yan'er's place to talk to her some other day, the girl who is about to get married is not old or young, she doesn't shy away, she doesn't look like a daughter's house, You should also do your sister-in-law’s duty.”

"Miaorong has written it down, the gentleman has the power and is at ease." He said and put away the white scarf, "The hair is dry, do you want a concubine to serve you?"

Chen Qian waved her hand: "I'm tired today, go and rest."

"Yes, my husband had a rest earlier, and the concubine has retired." After speaking, he turned into the side room on the right side separated by a bead curtain.

They have been married for nearly eight years, and the couple who have been married for eight years are not qualified to sleep by his side.

Shen Miaorong went from being sad and confused at the beginning to getting used to it later on, but every time when the night was quiet and she couldn't fall asleep, she still couldn't hold back her nose when she could vaguely hear Chen Qian's even breathing through a bead curtain and a wall. Sour.

She has already learned to comfort herself, at least, she can still lie in the side room separated from him by a wall from time to time, while the other concubines are not even qualified for this.

There was a very shallow smile on the corner of Shen Miaorong's mouth, and she gradually fell asleep.

……

This is a steep mountain road with dangerous peaks and jagged rocks. Chen Qian rode his horse and walked slowly. There was a person walking in front of him, who was holding the horse under him.Chen Qian wanted to see the man's appearance clearly, but she couldn't.

The mountain road became steeper and steeper, and the horse stopped, as if he was in awe of the dangerous road.Chen Qian felt that she should come down. He held the rein in his hand, stepped on the stirrup with his left foot, and lifted up his right body, suddenly feeling that his whole body was light.

The horse seemed to slip under its feet, neighed and the whole body of the horse leaned to one side. Chen Qian was unsteady, swayed twice on the horse and fell straight down. Chen Qian was shocked, My own riding skills are good, but my whole body is limp and I just can't exert my strength, and I let myself fall helplessly, but there is nothing I can do.

But the man who led the horse moved, rushed straight over, and grabbed Chen Qian who was about to fall headfirst onto the rock. It seemed that the momentum was too strong. After holding Chen Qian, he staggered forward a few steps, and unexpectedly threw Chen Qian The whole person is under the pressure.

The person on his body was terribly soft, and the arms tightly wrapped around his body were flexible and slender. The lips of the fallen person were facing Chen Qian's neck. I just feel like a fire is burning in my lower abdomen.

The man raised his head, but it was Ah Man.

I want to ask why the two of them appear in such a place, but they can't make a sound.

But the person in front of him moved.

The satin-like black hair fell on Chen Qian's ears, the red and extremely alluring lips pressed down towards Chen Qian, the seductive eyes seemed to contain spring water, and the hot air exhaled by the straight bridge of the nose was not the same as Chen Qian's. Steady breaths merged.

Chen Qian only felt a "boom" in her mind, and it went blank.

The arm was raised uncontrollably, and the person who hugged him turned over and fell under him.

Lips brushed the eyebrows and eyes of the person below him, and his fingers had penetrated into the person's loose robe and pulled the pure white inner garment.

The person below him responded enthusiastically, and his hands wandered freely.

Chen Qian felt like she was about to explode.

He responded almost fiercely, with nothing in his mind, only following the instinct of his body.

Passionate...

Chen Qian's closed eyes swung open as a flood of pleasure hit her.

The goal is not dangerous peaks, not cliffs.

There were no horses, and no horsemen.

There was darkness in front of him.

Chen Qian's mind went blank for a moment.

He moved his stiff body, thinking hard, squinting his eyes and looking around.

Familiar layout, familiar bed curtains, familiar flickering candle shadows.

This...is his bedroom.

Passionate body, irrational desire...

The coolness of the obscene pants...

Chen Qian seemed to wake up suddenly, turned over and jumped off the bed, raised her big hand, and lifted the thin quilt.

The moonlight mixed with the candlelight allowed Chen Qian to see clearly the wetness on the bed, and the coolness of his underwear reminded him of what had happened to his gradually sober brain.

In Chen Qian's eyes, it was probably caused by the candlelight, which flickered on and off, with unknown meanings...