The person standing outside the door reported truthfully, Meng Qiao hooked the corner of his lips and smiled, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, but he didn't open his eyes.

"Today, the Emperor of Lu is about to leave Wei, and the emperor wants to ask you to send him off as well."

This time he could finally lie back steadily, Meng Qiao breathed a long sigh of relief and closed his eyes.

With a hint of sexiness in his deep voice, Meng Qiao slowly got up and put on men's clothes, carefully changing into a man's appearance.

"Speak."

Outside the door, his subordinates knocked respectfully on the door, deliberately lowering their voices and saying, for fear of disturbing her.

"My lord, there's a letter from the palace."

Meng Qiao lay on the bed for a few hours after bathing, and finally regained his strength.

Meng Qiao snorted comfortably, and the handsome and beautiful cheeks flashed in his mind again and again, Meng Qiao opened his eyes suddenly, and soaked his little face in the water aggrievedly.

"Hmm."

The snowy skin was instantly surrounded by hot bath water, and although it was summer, the hot bath was really relieving.

Meng Qiao stripped off all his clothes and immersed himself in the bath water.

Meng Qiao hurried back to the house, Pan Xiaomei guessed what happened last night, and immediately ordered someone to prepare bath water and clean clothes, and retreated everyone, even she avoided it.

It's all that guy who is too well disguised, but in fact, the little sister is also thinking about her.

Pan Xiaomei's words fell, and Meng Qiao nodded.

"Sister Meng, go back to the room quickly."

Pan Xiaomei was stunned for a moment, and she was speechless.

"This."

Recalling his satisfied look, Meng Qiao gritted his teeth and didn't know what to do.

"Is it safest to go out with him? No one but him bullied me. ”

"Sister Meng, I didn't worry about you going out with Prince Rong, it must be the safest to be by his side, but what's wrong with you? Did you two quarrel? ”

Meng Qiao bypassed her and was about to go back to the room, but she suddenly stopped her.

Thinking about the way she helped Ouyang Rong fool her yesterday, I couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable in my heart.

"It's fine."

Pan Xiaomei took a closer look and found that there were several red marks on her snowy neck.

The man in front of him was covered with tears on his face.

In the past, the handsome figure looked a little haggard, and the wide robe could not hide the loneliness of the thin body.

Pan Xiaomei took a closer look, she didn't even wear a mask!

"Sister Meng, what's wrong with you?"

Meng Qiao drooped his head and didn't say anything, just nodded.

Pan Xiaomei was pleasantly surprised, the backyard was cooler, so she worked as a female worker here, and few people came to this backyard, and when she heard the sound of the door opening, she hurriedly greeted her, and felt that she was back.

"Sister Meng, you're finally back!"

Seeing that he finally arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion, Meng Qiao wiped away his tears and secretly went back through the back door.

Meng Qiao deliberately chose a secluded road to walk, crying while walking, and he couldn't control it at all.

I haven't coaxed people yet, I don't know if she wants to find out her identity now, in case she asks someone to come in and clean up, she will definitely chew the root of her tongue when she is seen.

The big bed in the room was a mess, and Ouyang Rong packed it up with his own hands and put on a brand new futon.

The white figure drew a beautiful arc, and the man clenched his fists, trying to catch up but holding back.

The delicate body trembled, Meng Qiao bit his lip, grabbed his placket and flew away.

The man's eyebrows furrowed, and his sturdy and tall body paused, looking at the resolute back with anticipation.

"What kind of woman is so much, this king has only touched you for so many years!"

After all, he was not as strong as he imagined, Meng Qiao took a heavy breath, didn't care about the discomfort on his body, and strode forward to leave.

The big watery eyes flickered, the ruddy little mouth opened slightly, and the big tears fell on the lips, and the heart that had been hidden for a long time finally couldn't hold on.

"You did it on purpose last night, you didn't feel good from the time you asked me out, you have already got what you are worried about, are you satisfied?"

"Of course it's not as good as Lord Rong!" Meng Qiao gritted his teeth and replied.

Ouyang Rong snorted, and a burst of pain came from the skin of his chest, but this pain was not as good as one-tenth of the heartache.

"Little Joe, you are so ruthless!"

The desperate struggle was exchanged for his more forceful confinement, Meng Qiao gasped roughly, and his arm suddenly pressed back, hitting the chest of the man behind him firmly.

Meng Qiao bit his lip, his body was very uncomfortable, and he was a little powerless.

"You have so many women, stop pestering me, I can't stand it!"

Yesterday, he specially dismissed the subordinates and guards in the courtyard, there were only two of them in the courtyard of Nuoda, and even his breathing and heartbeat were very clear.

The waist that was not held by Ying Ying was suddenly tightly imprisoned, and the familiar masculine aura rushed into his nose, and Meng Qiao shook his head vigorously to dodge.

No! He didn't let go before, but she ran too suddenly, and he didn't have time to catch it!

"Xiao Qiao, don't leave this king again, if you lose it, you will not let it go."

Meng Qiao sniffed heavily, and was just about to stand on tiptoe with his internal strength, but Xue Nen's lotus root arm was grabbed from behind.

Yesterday was so tossed, his body had already fallen apart, and Meng Qiao felt extremely uncomfortable as soon as he took two steps, and his heart was full of grievances and sourness.

The ruddy little mouth was bitten tightly, Meng Qiao couldn't cry or laugh for a while, the good-looking willow eyebrows frowned, and he didn't care about changing himself into a man, turned around and pushed the door open.

"I'm too lazy to talk to a scoundrel like you, you and I don't get along with each other, if you want to hang yourself, hurry up!"

Meng Qiao screamed and covered his eyes with his hands in a panic!

As soon as the belt was gone, the pants also slipped down, revealing the man's red pants, and the whole body was full of white and tight texture, which couldn't help but make people blush and heartbeat.

"Ahh You, you! ”

The person standing outside the door reported truthfully, Meng Qiao hooked the corner of his lips and smiled, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, but he didn't open his eyes.

"Today, the Emperor of Lu is about to leave Wei, and the emperor wants to ask you to send him off as well."

This time he could finally lie back steadily, Meng Qiao breathed a long sigh of relief and closed his eyes.

With a hint of sexiness in his deep voice, Meng Qiao slowly got up and put on men's clothes, carefully changing into a man's appearance.

"Speak."

Outside the door, his subordinates knocked respectfully on the door, deliberately lowering their voices and saying, for fear of disturbing her.

"My lord, there's a letter from the palace."

Meng Qiao lay on the bed for a few hours after bathing, and finally regained his strength.

Meng Qiao snorted comfortably, and the handsome and beautiful cheeks flashed in his mind again and again, Meng Qiao opened his eyes suddenly, and soaked his little face in the water aggrievedly.

"Hmm."

The snowy skin was instantly surrounded by hot bath water, and although it was summer, the hot bath was really relieving.

Meng Qiao stripped off all his clothes and immersed himself in the bath water.

Meng Qiao hurried back to the house, Pan Xiaomei guessed what happened last night, and immediately ordered someone to prepare bath water and clean clothes, and retreated everyone, even she avoided it.

It's all that guy who is too well disguised, but in fact, the little sister is also thinking about her.

Pan Xiaomei's words fell, and Meng Qiao nodded.

"Sister Meng, go back to the room quickly."

Pan Xiaomei was stunned for a moment, and she was speechless.

"This."

Recalling his satisfied look, Meng Qiao gritted his teeth and didn't know what to do.

"Is it safest to go out with him? No one but him bullied me. ”

"Sister Meng, I didn't worry about you going out with Prince Rong, it must be the safest to be by his side, but what's wrong with you? Did you two quarrel? ”

Meng Qiao bypassed her and was about to go back to the room, but she suddenly stopped her.

Thinking about the way she helped Ouyang Rong fool her yesterday, I couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable in my heart.

"It's fine."

Pan Xiaomei took a closer look and found that there were several red marks on her snowy neck.

The man in front of him was covered with tears on his face.

In the past, the handsome figure looked a little haggard, and the wide robe could not hide the loneliness of the thin body.

Pan Xiaomei took a closer look, she didn't even wear a mask!

"Sister Meng, what's wrong with you?"

Meng Qiao drooped his head and didn't say anything, just nodded.

Pan Xiaomei was pleasantly surprised, the backyard was cooler, so she worked as a female worker here, and few people came to this backyard, and when she heard the sound of the door opening, she hurriedly greeted her, and felt that she was back.

"Sister Meng, you're finally back!"

Seeing that he finally arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion, Meng Qiao wiped away his tears and secretly went back through the back door.

Meng Qiao deliberately chose a secluded road to walk, crying while walking, and he couldn't control it at all.

I haven't coaxed people yet, I don't know if she wants to find out her identity now, in case she asks someone to come in and clean up, she will definitely chew the root of her tongue when she is seen.

The big bed in the room was a mess, and Ouyang Rong packed it up with his own hands and put on a brand new futon.

The white figure drew a beautiful arc, and the man clenched his fists, trying to catch up but holding back.

The delicate body trembled, Meng Qiao bit his lip, grabbed his placket and flew away.

The man's eyebrows furrowed, and his sturdy and tall body paused, looking at the resolute back with anticipation.

"What kind of woman is so much, this king has only touched you for so many years!"

After all, he was not as strong as he imagined, Meng Qiao took a heavy breath, didn't care about the discomfort on his body, and strode forward to leave.

The big watery eyes flickered, the ruddy little mouth opened slightly, and the big tears fell on the lips, and the heart that had been hidden for a long time finally couldn't hold on.

"You did it on purpose last night, you didn't feel good from the time you asked me out, you have already got what you are worried about, are you satisfied?"

"Of course it's not as good as Lord Rong!" Meng Qiao gritted his teeth and replied.

Ouyang Rong snorted, and a burst of pain came from the skin of his chest, but this pain was not as good as one-tenth of the heartache.

"Little Joe, you are so ruthless!"

The desperate struggle was exchanged for his more forceful confinement, Meng Qiao gasped roughly, and his arm suddenly pressed back, hitting the chest of the man behind him firmly.

Meng Qiao bit his lip, his body was very uncomfortable, and he was a little powerless.

"You have so many women, stop pestering me, I can't stand it!"

Yesterday, he specially dismissed the subordinates and guards in the courtyard, there were only two of them in the courtyard of Nuoda, and even his breathing and heartbeat were very clear.

The waist that was not held by Ying Ying was suddenly tightly imprisoned, and the familiar masculine aura rushed into his nose, and Meng Qiao shook his head vigorously to dodge.

No! He didn't let go before, but she ran too suddenly, and he didn't have time to catch it!

"Xiao Qiao, don't leave this king again, if you lose it, you will not let it go."

Meng Qiao sniffed heavily, and was just about to stand on tiptoe with his internal strength, but Xue Nen's lotus root arm was grabbed from behind.

Yesterday was so tossed, his body had already fallen apart, and Meng Qiao felt extremely uncomfortable as soon as he took two steps, and his heart was full of grievances and sourness.

The ruddy little mouth was bitten tightly, Meng Qiao couldn't cry or laugh for a while, the good-looking willow eyebrows frowned, and he didn't care about changing himself into a man, turned around and pushed the door open.

"I'm too lazy to talk to a scoundrel like you, you and I don't get along with each other, if you want to hang yourself, hurry up!"

Meng Qiao screamed and covered his eyes with his hands in a panic!

As soon as the belt was gone, the pants also slipped down, revealing the man's red pants, and the whole body was full of white and tight texture, which couldn't help but make people blush and heartbeat.

"Ahh You, you! ”