The next night, Qizhou City, the young marshal's mansion, two big red lanterns were hung at the gate, and the big red lanterns were posted with the word Xi. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Adjutant Chen went to the opera garden early in the morning to give a thick dowry, and carried the Hua Dan into the young marshal's mansion in a sedan chair at night.

In the room, the red silk curtain, Hua Dan Zhao Feng held a pair of small hands nervously, sitting on the edge of the bed nervously, with a big red hijab on his head.

"Bang!" The door was kicked open, and the sound of heavy footsteps came in.

Huang Fuchen stood in front of Zhao Feng, still wearing the same navy blue uniform, his eyes swept over the woman's nervous little hands, stretched out his palms, and lifted the red hijab without hurry, and a beautiful face came into view.

Zhao Feng breathed rapidly, his chest fell together, and he couldn't say a word nervously.

"What's your name?" Huang Fuchen's voice was tepid.

"Young Marshal, my name is Zhao Feng!" Zhao Feng replied cautiously, raised her eyes lightly, and looked at the face of Emperor Fuchen, the whole person was stunned at once, she was attracted by the resolute and cold face of the man in front of her, and when she saw him under the stage yesterday, she felt that this man was mighty from a distance, but she didn't expect to be so handsome!

Huang Fuchen saw Zhao Feng's reaction like this, similar to the reaction of the six aunts he had married, and his interest disappeared in an instant.

Huang Fuchen's gaze fell on Zhao Feng's shoulder intently, and he fell to the ground in a deep voice, "Take off your clothes!" ”

Zhao Feng listened, he was slightly stunned, his whole cheeks were red with shame all of a sudden, and his little hands slowly peeled off the clothes on his body layer after layer, and after a while, Zhao Feng wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and felt a chill all over his body, revealing a big red belly pocket, red obscene pants, and a red face hanging down.

"Turn your back!" Huang Fuchen's eyes were cold, and his voice did not have a trace of warmth, it was completely commanding.

Zhao Feng turned around obediently, Huang Fuchen stepped forward suddenly, his rough palm covered the woman's smooth back, his thick black sword eyebrows frowned together, and his voice was cold, "Nothing... Why is there still nothing!! ”

Zhao Feng turned his back, feeling the man's palm rubbing against his back, the strength getting heavier and heavier, Zhao Feng exhaled in pain.

Huang Fuchen stopped moving, his palm drooped, looking at the woman's back, which was reddened by himself, but he still didn't see the pattern he had been looking forward to, a burst of loss rose between his eyebrows, and his voice was cold, "Why did you hold a pink lotus flower when you sang yesterday?" ”

Zhao Feng was stunned, and suddenly came to her senses, no wonder she felt strange, why did the dignified young marshal of the town army suddenly take a fancy to her, it turned out to be like this.

"Young marshal, the concubine is singing the bridge section of the lotus pond in "Lotus Nunnery", and she is naturally holding a pink lotus!" Zhao Feng replied softly, secretly taking a look at Huang Fuchen's reaction.

Huang Fuchen's eyes sank, his cold face and eagle eyes rose with wisps of loss, and he was about to go out, Zhao Feng saw it, his heart was anxious, and he immediately stepped forward and grabbed the corner of the man's clothes, "Young marshal, tonight is the candle night of you and my cave room, where are you going?" ”

Seeing this, Huang Fuchen glanced back at Zhao Feng, who was almost unclothed, hooked his lips and sneered, "You want me to stay?" ”

When Zhao Feng heard this, his cheeks flushed, and he nodded shyly, "Zhao Feng is married to the young marshal, so he naturally wants to serve the young marshal!" ”

Huang Fuchen turned around and looked at Zhao Feng squarely, his rough fingers hooked Zhao Feng's chin, "Are you afraid of pain?" ”

Zhao Feng trembled timidly at Emperor Fuchen's deep and complex eyes, "I'm afraid... Fear! ”

Huang Fuchen hooked his lips and chuckled without any surprise, "It's good if you're afraid of pain!" ”

"Ahh Before Zhao Feng could react, he exclaimed.

Huang Fuchen picked up Zhao Feng and walked towards the big bed, a cold voice fell above his head, "Bear with it, Ben Shuai doesn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, it will hurt very much!" ”