Girl Shen's strategy for chasing his wife

"You!" Qinghe was restrained by others, but this person was still her beloved. She tilted her head and refused to look at her, muttering in a low voice, "A Chi is shameless", and Chi Heng was amused by her: "What else do I need from you?" Face? It's enough for my sister to be comfortable."

She said "comfortable" one bite at a time, Miss Shen's earlobe turned lovely red, she turned her head and gave her a sideways glance, how should I put this look?Chi Heng's bones were weak.

Thousands of styles are not enough to cover the beauty of this moment.

She bent down and knelt down, resting her knees on the fluffy woolen blanket, the king of a country knelt down on his knees clearly, fortunately there was no outsider here, otherwise it would really scare people out of the water.

"Sister, look."

Seduced by her sensuality, Qing He's eyelashes trembled, and he simply closed his eyes.

Chi Heng was dissatisfied with what she had done, and worked hard.

As soon as she covered her body, Qinghe's delicate body trembled, and she couldn't help biting her lower lip.

The relationship between the two became wind and fire in an instant. The wind blows fire, and the fire is raging.

It's like the cold ice and snow melted into water, and the spring is scattered, pressing the shy waves, silently.

In terms of forbearance, no one can surpass Shen Qing and his right.

There are two kinds of things in the world for her, she wants to or doesn't want to, she wants to get close to A Chi, and she doesn't want A Chi to be complacent, so her knuckles bent and tapped on the pear wood armrests are white, and her pretty face is dyed red in the icy and snowy winter.

The tightly closed eyes are gradually half-opened and half-closed, like a viburnum trembling in a tree, innocent and soft, innocent and romantic even without making a sound.

So cute.

Chi Heng sneaked a look at her while he was busy, and said in his heart: It's so cute.

Wanwan, who dare not open her eyes, still retains the innocence of a young girl, although her honest reaction has already betrayed her, she is still so soft and clear, like a fairy who will not be moved by foreign objects, Has her inherent persistence and stubbornness.

The collar of the upper body was neatly locked. In the spring of more than [-] years, Chi Heng's jade legs, which were restrained and oppressed, opened to an incredible degree. It can be seen that this waist is flexible and flexible, and how young this body is.

Chi Heng let out a low, ambiguous smile from his throat, and lightly hooked his tongue. The awe-inspiring and inviolable snow-capped mountain had already trickled down for him.

The beauty that the world cannot see slowly blooms in a silent way, like the epiphyllum at midnight, but it lasts longer than the beauty and charm of the epiphyllum, and it is for one person to see.

It is a special case, it is a preference, and it is the only private property that Shen Qinghe cannot compromise in this life.

But this 'private' is so bad.

The spring breeze that can't wait to get into the bones is entangled again and again, and there are tears at the end of her half-opened and half-closed eyes. When she opened her eyes, the affection in her heart exploded like a ripe fruit on a branch, and it was hard to get back.

The shimmering waves are full of lingering for this person, and the misty eyes can sweep away people's hearts at a glance, she stares at it obsessively, not only staring at it, letting the plum blossoms bloom outside the window, and the wind and snow swirl.

Caressing the man's black hair, she realized that, rather than being shy, what she wanted to see most was that she had her wish come true.

"Sister..." Chi Heng was so thirsty that he couldn't bear it, and he was willful and unsatisfied: "Sister, give me some more, it's not enough..."

Once the fire was ignited, the drizzle of rain could not suppress the enthusiasm of burning the house.

Qinghe pursed her lips, and for the first time seriously looked at this matter, cooperated with her, let the spring breeze swim more freely, knocked open doors one after another, entered the deepest part, took charge of the house, and acted recklessly.

The tricky wind came and went, came and went, Chi Heng controlled the wind, and finally the jealousy evaporated.

The peach blossoms are soft and red, the beauties are tearful, and the beauty of roses is piled up in layers to form hazy clouds and mists. In a moment, just a gap is needed, and the world is full of flowers.

Everything has become the sweetness that bursts out in the spring of March.

It's so moist.

Chi Heng's heart was so soft that he licked it condescendingly. He raised his eyebrows, and his eyebrows were soft. Chun: "Wan Wan."

Qinghe was blown by the spring breeze on the top of the mountain. At this moment, his consciousness has not returned, his limp arms are hanging on the shoulders of his sweetheart, why are his eyes so soft?

"Wan Wan."

Chi Heng hugged her, the lotus color came into view, her heart trembled again and again, she didn't know that her warm embrace and wet chin, accompanied by the sound of drumming heartbeat, made people confused and fascinated.

The hand on the back of the neck finally regained some strength, Qinghe's heart was throbbing, Yubai's slender legs were unable to hang down on the thin forearm.

click.

A drop of water splashed on the smooth and flattering floor tiles through the woman's charming love path.

She didn't realize it, but Chi Heng's breathing was stagnant, and he quickly closed his eyes, leaving only a small puddle of dripping bricks in his mind.

Really...

She was breathing hard, and the person who had just eaten and drank was full, but now her throat was dry with thirst, and then she lowered her head and begged for mercy in a hoarse voice: "My dear sister, please forgive me?"

Qinghe was still in a daze, not knowing what she meant, lazily hugging her head, closing her eyes and resting her mind for a few breaths, took some effort to regain her sense of going away, her cheeks were pink, and she sighed long and long: " Close your eyes and stop thinking about it."

Chi Heng stared at the water that fell to the ground and shattered, and thought: Is this just my wild imagination?It's clear that you have seduced people into my heart, why don't you let me see more?

If this is the wedding day...

She couldn't help thinking: If this is a big wedding day, how can I let it go?

It's a pity that the second month of spring in the next year will be the official wedding date of the emperor and empress.

Chi Heng closed his eyes obediently, and Qinghe buried himself in her neck several times to restrain his love for her, and was carried to the bath to wash away his dryness.

After a quarrel, the two returned to normal.

Sitting in the boudoir of the girl's house, Chi Heng looked at Miss Shen sitting in front of the dressing table and pulling her hair. He was happy and warm-hearted: "Sister, does Mrs. Xiao have me?"

The girl Shen in the bronze mirror gave her a reproachful look.

"Say it." Dangchao's bare and tender feet dangled on the edge of the bed.

Facing the man on the tip of his heart with his young face, he hid the stern coercion of the courtiers in the court, and the coldness of Sen Han who saw blood on the battlefield, leaving only the bright and harmless laugh.

Qinghe secretly thought that she was praised by others just after she did something bad, and then thinking about the embarrassment she made in front of her not long ago, the tips of her ears turned red: "She is a friend, and you are a lover, how can they be compared?"

Satisfied, Chi Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, put his arms on his sides, and leaned forward: "Wanwan, what am I you? Look at me and say it again."

It stands to reason that newlyweds who are about to get married should not meet in private, but who taught that married couples are the ones who set the rules?

Qinghe smiled for a moment, and Achi had seen her before and after. She let go of her courage, looked back and said softly: "Your Majesty is my favorite. Lovers and friends are naturally different."

These words were pleasant to the ear, and Chi Heng immediately decided to forgive Mrs. Xiao for robbing her.

She stepped on the woolen blanket and walked to the dressing table, and gently kissed Qinghe's soft earlobe: "Wanwan, I like you..."

I can't finish talking about the affection, so without waiting for more words, Song Dajian stood outside the gate of [Xiuchun Yuan], raised his head to look at the sky, and mustered up the courage to urge.

Your Majesty is the Majesty of the Dayou Dynasty, and the well-being of the people is on his shoulders. No matter how reluctant Chi Heng is, he is unwilling to be a foolish emperor who is fascinated by sex. Stepping out of the [Xiuchun Courtyard], she turned around and waved to Qinghe.

Miss Shen was wearing a fur coat, holding a peony-wrapped stove in her hand, and smiled softly at her, which brightened the heart of Her Majesty the Empress.

When Chi Heng passed [Jianyun Yuan], he paused: "Wait."

Song Dajian was waiting outside the courtyard gate.

Half a quarter of an hour later, His Majesty came back with a blushing face. He didn't dare to say more, let alone ask more questions.

After making sure that no one has touched the things under the pillow, Chi Heng's uneasy heart finally settled down.

The Ministry of Rituals was so worried about the wedding of the emperor that his hair was going bald. Fortunately, the marriage of daughters and daughters was not without exception in the ancient books of Qing history.

But His Majesty is about to get married, and the two princes are still single, which makes no sense.

Not long after, the marriage of Chi Ying and Chi Ai was put on the agenda.

King Yong and the Li family officially got married, and the wedding date is set on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month. King Ren and Miss Liu's family hit it off.

Some people are too busy to turn around, and some people are too idle to panic.

Rong Ling raised her baby at home so boring that she opened her eyes, and bored when she closed her eyes. She couldn't bear it anymore, so she went to the Yasukuni Mansion to chat with her close friends.

Seeing her, Qing He couldn't help but think of someone's jealous act that day, and Su Zhi picked a strand of hair and wrapped it behind his ear to cover up his ever-rising shame.

Rong Ling felt very guilty when he saw her, and he didn't dare to mention the child anymore. The two chatted, recited poems, and wrote poems to dispel each other's worries.

In another two days, Sun Zhuyue and several daughters of Jiangmen's family took turns to visit. Qinghe's days before marriage gradually became more lively, and he no longer cared about the Jiang family's secret medicine for childbirth.

Just when she was about to forget about it, Jiang Xi and Xue Ling returned to Beijing on the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month.

The round pills are placed on the case.

See you again in many months, Jiang Xi's silk is like snow, and his whole body is soaked in a mysterious and indescribable aura.

Chi Heng was moved physically and mentally, and his nose couldn't stop being sore.

Jiang Xi was very happy to see her, she didn't say "Your Majesty", but just said "Aheng", which made Chi Heng's eyes turn red.

"Uncle, your hair..."

"Doesn't it look good?"

The night was low, and the full moon was hanging high in the sky. Xue Ling waited not far away, looking in a certain direction from time to time, stroking her hair with her fingers, her mind cocooned.

In the emperor's bedroom, Jiang Xi didn't want to mention her own situation. This was the way she chose, the way she used to atone for her sins, and she had no regrets.

She presented the jade box: "This thing is a wedding gift for Your Majesty and the Empress, and it is a female child pill passed down from generation to generation by my Jiang family."

She didn't mention how much painstaking effort it took to refine the pill, but only presented the secret medicine, her eyes were complicated and filled with emotion: "Your Majesty has done a great job. When I came here, I heard people along the road mentioning His Majesty, and there were many words of praise... ..."

Chi Heng felt that she had done her best in governing the country, but in the face of the uncle's praise, she felt deeply ashamed.

"This secret pill can guarantee that His Majesty and Empress will give birth to a daughter who will inherit the throne in the future."

"Master!"

Chi Heng stretched out his hand to grab it, and his fingertips only had time to brush the corner of Jiang Xing's robe.

Jiang Xi comes and goes like the wind, the long-cherished wish of her previous life is fulfilled, the knot in her heart is untied, and her Taoism has been improved to a higher level. Her slender figure gradually recedes into the bright moonlight, with a slight smile on her face: "Your Majesty, try to be a person who loves the people as yourself." My good emperor."

"Master!"

Chi Heng suddenly had a premonition - he couldn't just watch her go.

Her feet felt hot, and she quickly chased after her.

The moonlight was charming, Jiang Xi looked at her with helplessness in her eyes, her sleeves fluttered, and a strong wind blocked Chi Heng: "Five years later, Pindao will come to visit His Majesty again."

She left as soon as she said, but Chi Heng was anxious, and heard another voice: "Jiang Xi!"

Xue Ling ran after her. Under the sky, a pair of lovers who had been entangled to death in the previous life chased after each other. One was red and the other was white, and they completely disappeared from Chi Heng's sight.

"Jiang Xi! Stop!"

Jiang Xi kept on speeding up her pace, her snow-white hair fluttering, Xue Ling felt angry and hurt at the sight, she desperately chased after him, passed by Duke Yasukuni's mansion, and passed by many places.

"A Ling, stop following me!"

"I do not!"

Xue Ling's eyes were red with anger, and her voice was slightly choked: "Where are you, I am here. If you want to leave, you must never leave me behind!"

Qinghe came out of the inner room with the cat in her arms, only to see a flying figure, she couldn't see it clearly, but she recognized the person passing by from Xue Ling's panicked voice.

"Master..."

She rubbed her eyebrows lightly.

The hurtful and angry tone in the ear was submerged in the moonlit night, and Qinghe stood under the moon in deep thought for a long time.

At that time, Chi Heng stared blankly at the fiery red pills in the jade box, feeling heavy in his heart.There is always a banquet in the world, but this day came too soon.

In her whole life, from the day she was born, the master uncle has devoted all her energy to her. Time and time again, now even the master uncle generously donates the secret medicine for girls to give birth. This kind of heart is too heavy.

Chi Heng bent down, thinking of the frosty white head she had seen before, her heart was sour: Yes, I must, I must be a good emperor.