Chapter Seventy-One: Two Lovers

Feeling Wan Ling's concern, Sun Zhengwu's heart warmed, and he subconsciously reached out to hold Wan Ling in his arms and hugged her.

Wan Lingjiao snorted, her cheeks were crimson, she hurriedly looked around left and right, and after seeing that there was no one around, she buried her head deep in Sun Zhengwu's arms, and was reluctant to come out.

It's late, the stars are dotted, full of poetry and picturesqueness, and the sound of insects chirping is full of joyful sounds.

Chen Guoxiang's sixth wife, Wan Ling, was held in Sun Zhengwu's arms in this rich night, with a happy face.

What is the reason for a delicate woman to be willing to talk to other men about the pain of parting, and sigh for the night of meeting?

Behind them, there was a low sigh, only to be muffled by the sound of insects chirping and heartbeats.

The two hugged each other and walked all the way, until the corner of the street, Sun Zhengwu suddenly patted his head and smiled at Wan Ling in his arms:

"It's so late, it's hard to walk, I just bought a two-entry house a few days ago, although it's not big, but it's very elegant, Madame might as well go in with me to sit and rest."

Wan Lingmei's eyes were fluttering, her face was flushed, she stomped her feet, and said with a slight annoyance:

"Chen Xiang is listening to the play with the prince in the hall, although he is busy with entertainment at this time and has no time to pay attention to me, but after the song is dismissed, if he can't see me, he will be furious, if the house is far away from this road, I won't go, anyway, you and I, you and I will come for a long time, and I will not be in a hurry at this time."

After saying the last sentence, Wan Ling lowered her head directly, her face was red as if she was about to drip blood, her hands were hinged on the placket, and she was too shy to make a sound.

Sun Zhengwu's heart fluttered, almost out of control, stretched out his arms to hold Wan Ling in his arms again, smelling the fragrance of her hair, and couldn't help but kiss her.

The tentacle is gentle and sweet.

Wan Ling was caught off guard, and with a coquettish sound, she was immersed in this boundless vertigo.

Caught in it, the world spins.

There is no chance to stay together for a lifetime in this life, as long as you are gentle with me for a moment!

She responded enthusiastically, hugging the man in front of her who made her truly happy.

Even if you die tonight, you are willing.

She thought silently to herself.

After a long time, Sun Zhengwu only felt that something on his body was as hard as iron, and he was hot all over, and he no longer cared about any gentlemanly demeanor, Confucian general, but he was afraid that he would speak too roughly, which would scare Wan Ling.

He lowered his head slightly, and saw Wan Ling's lips slightly open, her eyes were misty, knowing that she was emotional, he was happy in his heart, leaned over, put it on Wan Ling's ear, and gently licked her earlobe.

Wan Ling had never been so stimulated, her whole body trembled, she exhaled, and her body fell into Sun Zhengwu's arms as soon as she became weak.

Seeing that she couldn't help herself, Sun Zhengwu couldn't help it anymore, and said with a wicked smile in her ear:

"Ling'er, my 'wrestling' kung fu is very powerful, not only on the battlefield is a first-class player, on the couch, but also a rare opponent, I will follow me into the room, but be careful, don't tire you out then, I don't have the strength on my body, when I see Chen Xiang, my whole body is soft, it's hard to explain."

Wan Ling listened to his words and was obscene, and she was about to get angry subconsciously, but her body was so sour that she couldn't have any strength.

It's like drinking a glass of old wine, dizzy and dizzy, and I can't take a step.

At this moment, her eyes are like silk, slightly open her lips, and those who see her are excited, Sun Zhengwu is already impatient, how can she continue to endure this scene?

He let out a low shout, hugged Wan Ling up, and galloped away into the depths of darkness.

faintly came, Wan Ling was caught off guard.

Late at night, people are quiet.

Where the two of them left, a pretty figure walked out slowly, she looked in the direction they left, chuckled, and shook her head.

A qiē, all in the plan-

The mansion Sun Zhengwu said was not far from the Wei Wang's Mansion, but it was two streets away.

The house is surrounded by high-rise compounds, and this small mansion looks very low-key, but it is very convenient.

It was getting late, and there was no one on the road, except for a few guards at the door yawning listlessly.

Sun Zhengwu hugged Wan Ling, like a thief, and ran into the mansion little by little.

Thrilling, but exciting, seeing Sun Zhengwu's nervous face and tight skin, Wan Ling giggled.

It seems that with her lover, she has something to rely on, and someone will take care of her if anything happens, even if the last two die together, she is willing.

Being with a loved one, even if you die, is sweet.

Wan Ling, who was immersed in the love honey tank, put her arms around Sun Zhengwu's neck, looking happy, like a sweet dream, and never wanted to wake up again.

The two quickly entered the house, Sun Zhengwu put Wan Ling down, lit the candle, and the two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

Although the journey is thrilling, it is also a kind of happiness to bear it together!

Look around left and right.

The room was shabby and inadequately furnished, except for a bed against the wall, and the curtain on the bed had been hung up, revealing a new red futon inside.

Not even a chair.

Seeing that there was nowhere to sit, Wan Ling held back her shyness, came to the edge of the bed and sat down, bowed her head and wrung her hands, not daring to make a sound.

Sun Zhengwu made sure that the door was closed, and then returned to the house.

In the room, the red candle is burning, the fragrance is heavy, the beauty bows her head, revealing a white neck, full of spring.

Glancing at Sun Zhengwu walking step by step, Wan Ling's face was flushed, like a little girl who was new to affairs, and she didn't dare to look directly at Sun Zhengwu's gaze.

Sun Zhengwu's heart fluttered, but he sighed in his heart.

When I chopped firewood for a living, I didn't dare to hope to ask for a wife, but I never thought that I would have today's glory and beauties.

The world is impermanent, it depends on whether you can grasp the opportunity, isn't it, ruthless!

A sudden flash flashed in his mind to summon him to join the army, and wait for him to be like a brother.

Sun Zhengwu shook his head, threw the past behind him, walked to Wan Ling's side in a few steps, and sat on her knees.

Wan Ling's heart was like a deer, her face was redder, and her hands were subconsciously tightened.

People are beautiful and ashamed, and they are the most moving.

Sun Zhengwu couldn't hold it anymore, and reached out to hold her in his arms, the touch in his hand was slippery, gentle and delicate!

He snorted coldly, knocked her down, and searched for her mouth to kiss her.

Wan Ling was tickled by his breath, and couldn't help but turn her head, "giggle" Jiaojiao, at this time she had completely let go, and she no longer estimated when she spoke, stretched out her hand to block Sun Zhengwu, and scolded with a smile:

"It's so anxious, itchy, it's uncomfortable."

Sun Zhengwu was anxious in his heart, his mouth arched wildly, his hand kept wandering on the smooth skin of the tentacles, and his mouth was not idle, and said:

"Where it's itchy, I'll scratch it for you."

As he spoke, he leaned down.

Wan Ling subconsciously dodged, and looked up to see Sun Zhengwu's eyes, which were blazing like fire.

As if attracted by his eyes, he hooked the three souls and seven spirits, and his mind suddenly went blank, and his whole body was weak, and he no longer resisted.

The sky is spinning, and everything in the world is integrated into Sun Zhengwu's eyes, and through his eyes, you can see a qiē.

That's the pinnacle of happiness!

Inside the room, the candles are extinguished, and it is dark, and in this late summer season, there is boundless spring color in the house, which shines through.

Vaguely, during the storm, Wan Ling heard Sun Zhengwu's voice whispering in her ear:

"How am I better than Chen Fuxin?"

She has long stood on the top of happiness that she has never been to, and she is only willing to stand there forever and do not want to come down, happy physically and mentally, and her eyes are like silk.

She whispered in Sun Zhengwu's ear:

"He's an old bone, how can he be compared to you, how"

The intense pleasure sent her to the peak of the waves, and the rest of the words could no longer be spoken.

Outside the window, the insects are chirping, playing for the two!

At that time, Chen Fuxin was talking to Liu Xiugao, talking about the "Parting Bitterness" he sang on stage, and he had just finished speaking, and was about to turn back, but for some reason, he sneezed twice.

The light green hat he had always loved turned dark green in the light of candles, which were as bright as day.

The green color is thick and seems to want to flow with the flow.

A piece of green!

After that, the mutation protruded, and the family class that went to the guard from afar and sang on stage was all assassins.

Fortunately, the assassination failed, and although the two kings were injured, they did not worry about their lives.

The banquet broke up unhappily, and everyone returned home.

Prime Minister's Office.

The night was dark, the candlelight was dim, and Chen Fuxin was walking restlessly back and forth in Wan Ling's room at this time.

After he came out of the palace, he couldn't find any trace of her, the world is too chaotic, where can a weak woman go!

All the subordinates have been sent out, and none of them have come back to die.

Chen Fuxin was bored and restless, so he watched the scene in a good way, but as a result, the family was full of assassins, and he wanted to come back to Wan Ling's room to gossip and suppress the shock, but his wife disappeared again.

He felt faintly uneasy in his heart, but he forcibly suppressed it, his eyes were staring at the door of the room, his face was full of anticipation, and his mouth finally couldn't help but scold:

"Shameless slut! Don't think I don't know anything, the palace guard said that you slipped out of the palace early in the morning, you don't know where to go, and you haven't come back yet, the slut is merry and happy outside, but I am here to suffer all the cold words! It's better not to let me know who the adulterer is, or I'll cut him with a knife!" ”

As if afraid of being heard by others, Chen Fuxin gritted his teeth and whispered, and continued to scold:

"Damn, you are like a wolf and a tiger at this age, day and night to ask for excessively, it is getting harder and harder to satisfy, I am busy with official business every day, hard work, and state affairs, and I have to endure the hard work to serve you, but I still blame me for being incompetent, just like you like a wolf and a tiger, hum, if," he stomped his foot angrily, and continued to grit his teeth and curse:

"If you dare to betray me, I will cut you with a knife!"

At this scolding, his heart suddenly became angry, and he paced back and forth in the room even more anxiously.

There was still no movement outside the door, only the chirping of unknown bugs there, adding to the irritability.

Chen Fuxin was irritable in his heart, glanced at the clothes that the maid on the bed forgot on the bed and did not put away, sneered, walked over angrily, took the clothes in his hands, pulled them with both hands, scolded, pulled hard, only heard the sound of "snort", and the clothes were torn in half.

The anger in my heart suddenly disappeared, and it was extremely happy.

Due to too much force, Chen Fuxin was absolutely weak and out of breath, he took a breath, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at the "mess" on the ground, his heart was worried, and he was afraid:

"This dress is extremely precious, it was a gift from the emperor when King Wei went to Luojing to meet the emperor a few years ago, and Wan Ling only wore it on very important occasions, but under grief and indignation, she actually tore this dress, and it was difficult to make up for it!"

He hurriedly helped the bed to his feet, staggered over, and tried to bend down to pick up his clothes, but one of them was unsteady on his feet, and he fell to his knees.