Quietly looked at Ximenqing, and saw that he was looking at himself with a smile, Huiniang blushed even more, her little hands were twisted together, and she didn't know where to put it, Ximenqing gently held her and held her in the palm of her hand. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I've been busy for a long time, I can finally rest for a while, it's still early, why don't you have a glass of wine with me?"

Since she is married to Ximenqing, she is naturally omniscient to Ximenqing's words, and was about to get up, but was stopped by Ximenqing, "Sit and I'll come." ”

"Oh." Hui Niang agreed, but she thought in her heart, where is the reason for Xianggong to serve herself, she has the heart to help, but she doesn't dare to disobey Ximenqing, although they have met several times and exchanged letters, knowing that Xianggong is not very good at following etiquette, but he is like this, there is always something wrong.

Holding a wine glass, looking at her own lady, dignified and steady, I really felt funny, sat down next to her body, and put the wine glass against her hand, "Come and have a glass of wine, I will teach you, if you don't eat, it will be unlucky"

I don't know what is going on, Hui Niang, she is at the mercy of Ximenqing like this, she hasn't heard of any wine, but now Xianggong is the biggest, just let him, I heard that Xianggong is so majestic, now it seems, how does he look like a child.

Ximen Qing is like this, in order to make Hui Niang relax, after all, there will still be something to be ashamed of, after all, he is not in a hurry, he always likes to take his time.

After eating the wine, Hui Niang felt that her waist was covered with a ball of heat, her body was suddenly stunned, and her cheeks were also propped up, so she could only look at Ximenqing and quickly closed it.

"Now, it's not too early, lady."

Didn't you just say that it was too early? Speaking incoherently, a little bit of the lower abdomen in Huiniang's heart has not yet been spoken, she can't speak, she is ashamed and doesn't dare to move, her eyes are closed tightly, and her little hand grabs Ximenqing's clothes.

I don't know how long it took, she only felt that she was a little out of breath, and the small fragrant tongue was also tossed lightly.

Breathed back slightly, and before she could think of anything, her body had been pushed down on the bed, which was exquisitely handmade, but it took a lot of effort by the old man Simenda to get it, and it was 'complicated, sturdy, and magnificent', and its luxury and cumbersomeness were dizzying'.

She only glanced at it, and then she liked this bed, it may be a little embarrassing to say, but this bed is really comfortable, she fell on it, only felt soft, no squeak, she is everyone's lady, the family abides by the etiquette, and does not dare to violate the slightest bit, although it is not as strict as the seven years old for men and women, but after the age of ten, her boudoir, she will also step on her own with Ying'er, others will never allow it, let alone anything else, but unfortunately since she met her husband, everything has changed, and she is always bullied by him, Even if he took advantage of him, I don't know if my husband will feel that he is a bad woman.

Thinking so messily in her heart, maybe she can endure the shyness of being stripped off one by one, she secretly read a few bad books in private before, these things before going out, she was called over by her aunt and taught some embarrassing things, she remembered it at the time, but now she can't remember any of them, she can only let Ximenqing fiddle, and I don't know when I can end this shameful thing, from tomorrow, she will be Ximenqing's wife.

The red candle is shining, and there are two figures in the tent, lying here, breathing a little fast, she always feels that Ximenqing is looking at herself, her hands involuntarily clenched her fists and folded them on her heart, wanting to block something, there are no more clothes left on her body, she is lying on her back like this, she is really a little ashamed, her face doesn't know how red it is, but she doesn't dare to turn over by herself, and she doesn't know how long it took, she secretly squinted out of an eye, and glanced at Ximenqing.

"The Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, take it easy, just leave it to me." The magnetic voice sounded in her ears, and she should have felt more at ease, but somehow, her body was still tense.

Forget it, he is the prime minister, just call him anything, Hui Niang thought so, and was about to let go of her body, and let Ximen Qing Shi do, when she suddenly let out a low cry, pushed with both hands, and stopped Ximen Qing.

"Uh......" Now it was Ximenqing's turn to be stunned.

"That...... Messire...... That one...... I ......"

Ximenqing was a little confused: "What's wrong?" ”

"I forgot one thing." Saying that, she got up, and took out a small folded white cloth out of nowhere, and was looked at by Ximenqing, she was even more at a loss, but just like this, she still spread the white cloth neatly, and then closed her eyes and lay on it, looking like she was willing to die, which provoked Ximenqing to laugh and shake her head, which was so cute.

There are not many clothes left on his body, Ximen Qing ripped them all out, and wanted to leave one to cover up, but unfortunately he didn't catch his hand, and Hui Niang couldn't describe what happened next.

Under the shadow of the candle, the two gradually merged together, the first did not dare to exert a little force, for fear of startling the beauty, Guati broke at the beginning, there was always an unbearable pain, and after surviving that section, it would be better.

Gradually, the two of them gradually got better, their hot bodies, tightly together, occasionally when they left, they also followed closely later, the softness was pinched in her hands, the shame of the shameful place, her mind was already blank, only the sound of seeming nothing, sounded in the room.

Although she clenched the crown of her teeth, the ecstatic sound disappeared, but the wooden bed under her that was originally called her favorite made an unwilling sound, squeaking, this sound followed the rhythm of the two figures with the beat, never fast, nor slow.

The occasional heavy gasp revealed the exertion of physical strength, and beads of sweat flowed on the body, but how could there be time to take care of it?

This bead of sweat ran down from the forehead, across the chest, and in the lower abdomen, and flowed into the abyss.

The splendid mandarin duck that was originally on the bed fell to the ground at some point, and the white sheep's body was exposed, and then it was covered again, and the white cloth spread under the body was wrinkled under the continuous flipping of Hui Niang.

The night was deep, the banquet continued, the sound in the house never stopped, and I don't know how long it took, Xu is stars were also sleepy, and Xu is moon was also so ashamed of this scene that she covered her eyes and hid in the thick clouds.

The night is long, there are many things to do, and there are many postures that can be changed, but I don't know if the beautiful woman can fight.

There is a poem from this:

The brocade tent is deep, the mandarin dream is warm, and the small building flowers bloom in spring. The cherry is swollen, the eyebrows are frowning, and the phoenix fingers are jealous. Pin Xiaoke, pianist, my heart is like the moon. Drunk looking for spring, the flowers and branches bury the phoenix's head, the rain turns the clouds, and both leak silver turbidity.

ps: Thanks to the late Han Dynasty Zhaohu Author: Qiu Feng Zhi Da and the Tang Dynasty stubborn master Author: Jiu Lan Qing Tea for the recommendation, thank you very much. Thank you, thank you, thank you.