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Zhu Zhao'er, who is accustomed to seeing the figure every day, is also used to the mean lips, and is even more accustomed to teasing himself when he has nothing to do, and Zhu Zhao'er, who rubs the oil and eats some tofu by the way, has very complicated emotions in his heart.

It is said that women are short, and it has been two years since she came to Li Fengwu.

Two years of youth, just gone.

In a few more years, I will be old.

Sometimes I even envy Sister Yu'er, if I can see it like her, I have thrown away the dignity of a good lady, and it is also a beautiful thing to be a canary.

But I couldn't do it myself.

Tonight, Sister Yu'er said that she was unwell and rested early, and Li Julu was nowhere to be seen, Zhu Zhao'er knew that this was the meaning of the gentleman, and she had bad intentions.

These actions, at a glance, are Sima Zhao's heart, and everyone knows it.

But Zhu Zhao'er just laughed in her heart.

Then I'll give you a chance, and if you can't grasp it yourself, don't blame me.

When something happened in my heart, the sound of the piano was messed up.

Li Fengwu raised his eyebrows slightly, got up, and walked to Zhu Zhao'er's side, "What's the matter, knowing that I am going to leave for half a year, I can't bear it?" ”

Zhu Zhao'er was suddenly a little ashamed, "Who can't bear you, shameless." ”

Li Fengwu smiled, "Let's change the song, can "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" be?" ”

"Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" is a famous song, interpreting the love story of Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun.

Zhu Zhao'er pursed her lips and smiled, her wrist was flicked, the piano sound turned, and the ethereal sound started, a song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix".

Li Fengwu listened pleasantly, stretched out his hand to pull up Zhu Zhao'er's long hair, and read: "The lacquered eyes are surrounded by cicadas, and the white snow occupies the chest." Love will cover the red sleeves with a smile, and often steal the water lotus. ”

Zhu Zhao'er's heart throbbed when she heard this, she looked back at the squirrel, and smiled, like a prosperous white lotus in a pool of clear waves between the bamboo fences, so beautiful that it did not touch the fireworks in the world.

Nima, this is a signal!

That's a hint.

I can't see it, what kind of romance I am still playing in Da Song.

Li Fengwu's heart rippled, bent down slightly and hugged Zhu Zhao'er from behind, and muttered: "What about royal power and wealth, what precepts and nobles, I just want to ask the bed, is my daughter beautiful......

This is naked hooking up and flirting.

In Zhu Zhao'er's mind, a string of smoke-like past events appeared.

That year, when I first arrived in Qinhuai, the scholars who stepped on the painting boat in the water town all came for their own bodies.

That year, there was a scholar surnamed Liu, who took a rich child who didn't like to talk to board the painting boat, but because he didn't agree with a word, the scholar surnamed Liu was covered with blood, and the rich child proudly said what about Qinhuai Bailian.

The daughter of the rich family bought herself back home.

In a small courtyard that year, the rich children took themselves to see Brother Zongping, but the original intention was no longer there.

In Zhenjiang that year, outside the inn, the rich children were furious because they went to sweep the tomb of the old man left behind, but then they gently and domineeringly covered their cherry lips with a pig's mouth.

In Xiangyang this year, when I missed Jiangling Mansion all night, and rushed back to Xiangyang at the beginning of the war, the rich children who still had blood on their clothes looked back and saw themselves, and they showed a smile that I was relieved that you were very good.

When he told him that he was free and no longer his confinement, he was slapped in the face.

From that moment on, I wanted to let him hold him in my arms.

Unconsciously, in his heart, there is no longer the shadow of Brother Zong Ping, only the mean lips of this gentleman......

And this rich kid, from the beginning he just coveted his beauty, to the end he treated himself like Sister Yu'er, first love, then desire.

When men and women love each other, don't they express their love and desire?

Because we love each other, we have to mingle with each other, so we have to comfort each other with our bodies.

What about royal power and wealth, and what about precepts and rules.

What you said is right, don't ask for three thousand graces, but ask for morning and evening to meet, but ask for the blend of water and milk between the beds, but ask for the descendants to extend Zuo, but ask for a tablet in the family ancestral hall.

In this way, the heart is satisfied.

In the midst of all his thoughts, his head was buried in the hair around his neck.

The soft, moist tongue slurps shallowly on the neck.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Zhu Zhao'er's body stiffened suddenly, although she was mentally prepared, she was flustered after all, and she couldn't help but bend down and bow her head, wanting to avoid the predation of the pig's mouth.

It's just where to hide.

There was a gentle voice in his ears, "The envoy to Dali has returned, and I am also the crown, probably going to get married, if you want, we will also do the ceremony at that time." ”

Zhu Zhao'er's heart welled up with sweetness, and she snorted.

It's a bit of a mouthful.

Li Fengwu suddenly collapsed, this voice, this delicate body...... What a beauty in life.

Scooped up the beauty, hugged it horizontally on her chest, Qin Huai Bailian, who was too shy and shy in the cool breeze, closed her eyes pitifully, her hair was all over her chest, and she couldn't help but bow her head and kiss her forehead, and said softly: "Although I want to keep my promise to Zongping back then, I want to go to Dali, for half a year, there is a white lotus at home, and my heart is worried. ”

Zhu Zhao'er heard it emotionally, and couldn't help but stretch out her hand and put her arm around Li Fengwu's arm, with spring water rippling in her eyes.

Li Fengwu was overjoyed, kicked open the study door with Zhu Zhao'er, and came to the next bedroom.

Dusk tent, red brocade.

Gently put down this white lotus and peel it off layer by layer, like a flower blooming in front of you.

It's a cold winter.

The bedroom was lit with a heater, which was warm and tight.

Zhu Zhao'er's clothes gradually fell, only a blue bandeau pants remained, and she wanted to chase into the quilt timidly, but Li Fengwu grabbed her, "Don't, let me take a good look at your most beautiful appearance." ”

When a woman is most beautiful, she wakes up in the morning with long hair and lazy hair.

When a woman is the most beautiful, she wants to refuse and is defenseless.

When a woman is the most beautiful, she is quietly blooming to welcome the buds of Chang'an.

The cyan bandeau block the escape of the proud scenery, but it also has more fun to find seclusion, especially after Zhu Zhao'er has undergone secondary development, this touch of scenery is prosperous.

Although she loses to the eldest lady Wen Shuzhen, it is also a majestic scenery that is difficult to find.

There is also a faint, very gentle incense, if there is nothing in the heart of the person, like a cat's claw scratching in the heart, suddenly it seems to hear someone singing "Come on, pretentious, anyway, there is a lot of time"......

The most beautiful place in the world!

On the waist of the bee that Ying Ying held in her hand, there were a few pale cyan moles, but the skin became more and more snow-white, smooth without the slightest fat, and under it was like a plain, and the delicate skin could not see the slightest pores, as beautiful as the morning sun reflected on the mist.

Snow white with a hint of red.

This is the most beautiful waist Li Fengwu has ever seen.

Xia Nuanyun's waist is more delicate, but it is extremely meticulous.

There is no willow branch bee waist like Zhu Zhao'er, but it is constantly destroyed by force, but it sways in the wind to cater to the grandiose style of flower pickers. (To be continued.) )