"Bathing?"

Zhu Rong pointed to the potter, and only then did he see the big wooden box full of moisture, and he was stunned at first, and then a depressed and unhappy expression appeared on his beautiful face. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She thought that the potter wanted to take possession of her body, but who would have thought that the potter would let her serve her to take a bath.

You must know that she Zhu Rong is the daughter of the second largest tribal leader in Nanban, although Nanban is not as particular as the Han land, but Zhu Rong has also stretched out her hands in clothes since she was a child, opened her mouth for food, bathed or something, only served her, and she didn't need to do it herself.

She never expected that the potter would ask her to put down her identity and do this kind of thing that only a lowly maid would do, which was too unserious and despised her.

"You...... You...... It's too much for you to ask me to do what a slave does! Zhu Rong didn't hold back, and protested on the spot.

The potter sneered: "You yourself were going to make a bet with me, and if you lose, you have to do whatever I tell you to do, did I say that I won't let you do what a servant girl does?" ”

"But-" Zhu Rong was choked speechless, his pretty face was flushed, and the ups and downs of the proud peak were even more violent.

After a while, Zhu Rong had to bite his lip helplessly, and complained reluctantly: "Okay, count me unlucky, I fell for your trick, isn't it just to serve you to take a bath, I'll do it." ”

In the end, Zhu Rong still gave in.

The potter smiled with satisfaction, stretched his arms out, and motioned to her: "Since you are willing, then don't talk nonsense, what are you waiting for, hurry up." ”

The potter's action was obviously to ask her to serve her own wide clothes.

The palace maids on the left and right retreated, all snickering and snickering, waiting to see how this noble lady of the Southern Barbarians served their son of heaven in a low voice.

Zhu Rong took a deep breath, his apricot eyes were round, and he twisted for a moment, before he reluctantly stepped forward, stretched out his snow-white arm, and began to untie the potter's wide clothes.

The armor stained with the blood of the enemy was untied one by one, and the potter gradually revealed his muscular arms, his chest full of iron muscles, and the dragon body full of masculine masculinity, which gradually entered Zhu Rong's eyes.

The palace maids next to them also saw a lot, but they were not so shy, they just blushed slightly.

Zhu Rong's face became redder and hotter, his breathing became shorter and shorter, and his heart fluttered wildly, as if the fawn was about to jump out of his chest.

When he got to the back, Zhu Rong was already red-faced, and even his eyes were turned to the side, not daring to take another look, just afraid that if he looked at it more, he would be deeply overwhelmed by the potter, and the last remaining psychological defense line against the potter would collapse because of this.

Looking at Zhu Rong's shy and helpless, reluctant but had to do it, the potter suddenly felt a strong sense of accomplishment in his heart.

This is how the potter dealt with her.

To deal with a gentle woman like Xiao Qiao, you must care more for them and let them feel their warm and considerate side.

To deal with women like Zhu Rong, who are wild and fierce by nature, it is necessary to use the opposite means to break their reserve, tear apart their self-righteous arrogance, grind away their wildness little by little, and finally make them obediently surrender.

For different women, use different means, this is called the right medicine.

Don't you Zhurong rely on your identity, and feel that this kind of work of serving people is a cheap job that only servant girls do, I just want you to do it.

When the wide clothes were untied, the potter smiled with satisfaction, entered the big wooden basin with a big grin, and lay down.

Comfortable......

The warm water wrapped his whole body, and the fatigue of his body was suddenly washed away, and the potter felt indescribably comfortable.

Zhu Rong stood behind him, looking at the potter awkwardly, not knowing what to do next.

"What are you still doing in a daze, rubbing my shoulders and wiping my back!" The potter squinted and ordered.

Zhu Rong had no choice but to bite his lip, glared at the potter secretly, reluctantly picked up the towel, squatted down, rolled up his sleeves, revealed his snow-white arms, and began to rub the potter's back.

Another comfortable sensation swept through the whole body, making the potter shiver sourly.

"I didn't expect it, the No. 1 martial arts master in Nanban, these hands can kill people neatly, and they can be so gentle when they rub my back......" The potter said with a smile, patted his hand lightly behind him, and touched Zhu Rong's wet hand.

Zhu Rong's body trembled, and instantly felt as if she had been electrocuted, and a strange sense of grace passed through her heart, and it was that strange pleasure that made her not withdraw her hand for the first time, and let the potter caress her.

Gradually, the potter was not satisfied, and suddenly turned around, reached out and lifted her pretty face, and drew her closer to him.

Zhu Rong's heart beat faster, his face was as red as the clouds on the horizon, and he knew what the potter wanted to do, but he didn't resist it, and let him pull his face closer.

Then, the potter kissed her deeply on her flushed face.

In an instant, Zhu Rong felt that his whole body was crisp, and his plump body couldn't help but tremble again, but he pushed it lightly and complained in his mouth: "What are you doing...... It's all water...... Got me covered ......."

Her voice was shy, although her snow-white arms were pushing, she was powerless, not so much resisting, but half-pushing and half-pushing, and the voice and words were more like being coquettish to the potter.

The first beauty of the Southern Barbarians, who was once as fierce as a wild horse, is actually coquettish to the potter!

At this scene, the potter who watched it felt a burst of pride in his heart, knowing that she was willing to surrender to herself, and took another step.

The potter smiled and admired the shy Zhu Rong, only to see that her beautiful and flushed face was already covered with water droplets, and the wisps of water flowed down the stream, sliding through the jade-like fragrant neck, crossing the edge of the snowy peak, and merging into the abyss.

Such a beautiful scenery only stirred up the potter's blood, and the blazing fire in his chest suddenly burned again, and the evil intent in his eyes became stronger.

Zhu Rongran has a rough temperament, but he doesn't feel as bad as the ill-intentioned gaze of the potter, so he pushed the potter away and pulled his collar tightly.

Then, she pouted again and complained to the potter: "Didn't you tell me to wipe my back, if you don't turn around, how can I wipe your back?" ”

Zhu Rong was so suddenly reserved, but he reminded the potter, making him realize that he had to be a little more restrained, almost enough, but he couldn't do anything bad because of impulse.

"Okay, you're willing to lose the bet, and I'm tired, so go back and rest early." The potter waved his hand and turned away from looking at her.

Zhu Rong was stunned again, looking at the potter's drenched shoulders in confusion and confusion, and was stunned for a while, not knowing whether to go or not.

She originally thought that the potter asked her to rub his back and shoulders, but it was just the beginning, and then she would be doomed after all, and I was afraid that she would be possessed by the potter tonight.

She didn't expect that the potter just asked her to wipe her back for a while, but there was no follow-up, and he was about to let her go.

"Why, if you don't leave, don't you still want to stay and sleep......" The potter turned his head and glanced at her with a wicked smile.

The word "waiting" suddenly shook Zhu Rongting's body, and he was shy, and quickly threw away the towel, muttering "Who wants to sleep with you", but he fled in a hurry, not daring to look at the potter even a little more.

Looking at the shadow of Zhu Rong leaving, the pottery merchant secretly sighed and muttered: "Come on, it won't take a few days, you should be able to enjoy this first beauty in Nanzhong......"

Zhu Rong is gone, but the blood of the pottery merchant Benzhang cannot be suppressed, and the crazy body under the effect of the majestic wind and durability, once the desire is ignited, how can it be so easy to extinguish.

The potter's gaze soon fell on the palace maids serving around him, and the evil intent in his eyes was even stronger, and he smiled and said, "What are you all still stunned about, give it to me." ”

All the palace maids trembled, and suddenly their faces were red with shame, knowing what their heavenly son wanted to do, they were all familiar with the road, twisting their waists, and approaching with a shy smile.

Soon, in the inner tent, the sound of men and women playing in the water sounded.

Outside the tent, Zhu Rong had just escaped, and he secretly sighed, his hand caressing his undulating chest and Aofeng, secretly rejoicing.

But just when she had just calmed down, she suddenly heard the sound of beauty coming from the tent, Zhu Rong looked back, and saw that the majestic figure of the pottery merchant had been entangled with the slender figures of the palace maids.

Seeing this scene, for some reason, Zhu Rong's heart suddenly felt a little lost, and he pouted and murmured: "What, do you want me to come over, just let me wipe your back, I'd rather fool around with those palace maids than touch me, am I not even as good as those palace maids......"

When complaining, the laughter in his ears was already more intense, and Zhu Rong, who listened to it, was quietly on fire, and felt an inexplicable heat all over his body.

She didn't dare to listen to it anymore, as if every sound pierced her ears like a needle, it was so harsh, so uncomfortable.

Glancing at the tent again, the entangled figures, Zhu Rong stomped his feet, turned his head away angrily but with a flushed face.

……

For three days in a row, the potters were in the camp to have fun, so that the soldiers of the three armies had a good rest.

Three days later, the pottery merchant set off again, leading the victorious army of nearly 200,000 of the Great Wei and continuing to march westward to pursue Cao Cao's defeated army.

At this time, Cao Cao had already been killed to the point of fright, led the defeated army, and fled a hundred miles away.

The Wei army marched all the way west, and the Qin army that passed through the city had already fled, and it was easy to recover the lost cities of Shaanxi County.

Theoretically, from Huangchi to Tongguan, but a distance of hundreds of miles, if the potters pursued with light horses, they could pursue Tongguan in less than three days.

But this time in the pursuit, the potter deliberately slowed down, the army was stop-and-go, and every time a city was recovered, the army would have to rest for a day or two.

Therefore, when Cao Cao's army had fled to Tongguan, the pottery merchants had just chased to Shaanxi County.

On the same day, after the recovery of Shaanxi County, the potters once again stopped the army and camped outside Shaanxi County.

The camp of the army was completed, and as soon as the potter's front foot entered the emperor's tent, Han Xin followed in with the back foot.

As soon as he entered the big tent, Han Xin arched his hand and said: "Your Majesty, the minister has a few words, which have been held in my heart for a long time, and I don't know whether to say it or not." ”