There were still a few months left before the scientific expedition after the autumn harvest, leaving a lot of time for Pang Tong, so Guo Jia left him in the palace and let Pang Tong go south to Chengdu when he returned to Chang'an.

The palace is no longer splendid, for Guo Jia, the place where he lives is just spacious and vast, not luxurious.

After soaking in the bath comfortably, the whole body was relaxed, there was an indescribable comfort, lying on the couch in the huge palace, Guo Jia soon fell asleep.

The night wind gusted, the branches of the trees in the courtyard swayed, and a graceful figure slowly came to Guo Jia's door under the moonlight, pushed the door in, and the door closed softly.

The interior of the house is spacious, and there are rows of lamps on the wall, the candlelight is shining, the light is not dazzling or dim, and the picture reflected is hazy.

Guo Jia, who had already fallen asleep, frowned slightly, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the saber placed next to the bed was pulled out by him, turned over, and waved the long sword.

"Who!"

Diao Chan, who was dressed in light veil, was dumbfounded, and the sword blade exuding cold air on the side of his neck stood there impartially, and if he advanced another inch, he would definitely see blood.

Although Guo Jia has been worry-free in the past few years, he has not abandoned his vigilance in times of peace, especially when he is outside, he will pay attention to the movements around him.

Seeing that the person who came was Diao Chan, Guo Jia put away the sword, threw it on the inside of the bed, sat cross-legged on the bed, and asked with a smile, "Why haven't you slept yet?" ”

Diao Chan, who had a false alarm, still had palpitations, and was held by Guo Jia with a sword on her shoulder for the first time, coupled with Guo Jia's cold face just now, she was suddenly frightened in her heart, and swept her whole body.

After the tense nerves relaxed, Diao Chan's body weakened as if he collapsed, and he fell forward, just throwing himself into Guo Jia's arms, and his delicate face was right in the middle of Guo Jia's lower body.

Holding Diao Chan's arm with both hands, Guo Jia's smile froze, the fragrance was fragrant, and the warm nephrite was in his arms.

Guo Jia's reaction could not be concealed under the loose clothes, and Diao Chan's face was rubbed against the bumper, and his face was crimson with shame for a moment.

She raised her face shyly, her cheeks flushed and her expression was misty under the dim candlelight.

The fragrance is intoxicating, Guo Jia saw Diao Chan's appearance, wanted to be a gentleman, and was ready to help her up and push her away some distance.

"Envoy, can you hold the slave for a few more moments?"

Diao Chan said to Guo Jia in the period, with obsession in his eyes.

Although it was midnight, it was a little cool, but a man and a woman hugged each other, and the sweat did not break the embankment, at least it fell like rain.

Guo Jia looked at Diao Chan in a daze, Diao Chan, who had always been submissive, made a request to him for the first time.

Flattening his legs, Guo Jia moved towards the bed, pulled Diao Chan to the side of the bed, and both of them fell on the couch, Guo Jia hugged Diao Chan's graceful and delicate body from behind, and there was no movement.

The wish-granting Diao Chan's heart was like a deer's impact, her back was against Guo Jia's broad chest, and the temperature from behind her almost made her faint.

With his eyes closed, he wanted to use sleepiness to dispel the evil thoughts in his heart, but the hand that caressed Diao Chan's stomach without fat was not honest, and he gently stroked it through the light veil, and his lower body was tightly attached to Diao Chan's bulging buttocks at some point.

The room was silent, the needle drop could be heard, at this time there was the sound of men and women suppressing each other's breathing, Diao Chan's heart fluctuated, the beating heart seemed to jump out of his throat, the plump chest fell together, and the breathing seemed to be a hundred times more difficult than usual, unable to control the rhythm, almost suffocating.

Guo Jia, who was close to Diao Chan's seductive **, was immersed in the pleasure of small movements, but unexpectedly, Diao Chan suddenly pressed his increasingly presumptuous hand.

Suddenly startled, Guo Jia, who came back to his senses, secretly laughed at himself: I haven't touched a woman for a few months, and my self-control has been greatly reduced.

The lower body retreated slightly, and Guo Jia covered his ears and took advantage of the bell.

Diao Chan's boneless little hand gently pressed on the back of Guo Jia's hand, and then took it and pressed it on his chest.

The soft touch with the surname makes Guo Jia's gradually subdued desire rise again.

"The envoy, the slave and maid over the years, every time I see the envoy, here, it is very stuffy, before going to bed at night, think about the envoy, it is very uncomfortable here."

Diao Chan said faintly, as if she had made a lot of determination to confide her true feelings, and her eyes contained indescribable feelings and struggles.

She couldn't help it anymore, and her longing was tormenting her.

Guo Jia leaned his head forward, put it on Diao Chan's ear, and said softly: "I will marry you as a concubine." ”

Whether it is love for a long time or love at first sight, these are not important, Guo Jia's life without Diao Chan will make him feel at a loss, and now Diao Chan is in his arms, Guo Jia wants to do Liu Xia Hui's thing again, he wants to despise himself.

Xiang shoulders shrugged, Diao Chan suddenly sobbed, hiding his face and weeping softly.

"Alas, you don't want to marry me, even if I am amorous, you know that I won't force you, why do you cry?"

Guo Jia was a little caught off guard, he didn't know what Diao Chan was crying about.

If you don't want to get married, why make such an ambiguous request?

Even if she refuses, Guo Jia's style is clear to Diao Chan, as long as she says no, Guo Jia will never force it.

The current scene is a bit like Guo Jia's overlord is the bow.

Holding Guo Jia's hand tightly on his chest, Diao Chan choked with his back to Guo Jia: "The slave has been dreaming of vain, hoping to marry the envoy one day, give birth to children for the envoy, and serve the envoy all her life." The slave and the maid care for the slave and the maid, proving that the slave and the maid are not wishful thinking, the slave and the maid thank the envoy, and can get the love of the envoy, which is the blessing of the slave and the maid, but the slave and the maid have no blessing to suffer, and can only stay by the side of the envoy to be a maid in this life, so that the monarch, the slave and the maid's heart is very uncomfortable, and they know that they can't go on like this wishful thinking, but the slave and the maid open their eyes and want to see the envoy, and the picture of closing their eyes is all the envoy, the slave, the slave and the maid, ......"

Diao Chan was crying like a complaint, and Guo Jia was confused.

Do men and women need to be so entangled?

The hand pressed on Diao Chan's chest moved and stroked half of Diao Chan's pretty face, and the cold tears made Guo Jia feel slightly distressed, and asked softly in her ear: "Is it because you are an ominous person?" ”

Diao Chan's tears fell like rain, the torrent could not be stopped, and he nodded with sobs.

"Who told you the fortune? Zuo Ci and Yu Ji have also seen you, and if you are really an ominous person, they will definitely tell me. ”

Guo Jia was very puzzled, since he met Diao Chan, for so many years, Diao Chan was very taboo about herself, an ominous person, and occasionally Guo Jia joked and teased her, she would say these four words, and then she was inexplicably sad.

Diao Chan did not answer Guo Jia's words, but held Guo Jia's hand again, and this time slowly pulled his hand down his body, and his plump and delicate body began to tremble.

The palm of her hand was pressed against the ** part of her abdomen, and Guo Jia had not yet understood her intentions.

"Don't you understand?"

The trembling Diao Chan spoke in a sad tone, as if waiting for the verdict of fate.

If Guo Jia knew about her ominousness, would he have driven her away immediately?

She didn't know, she was panicked in her heart, and she didn't want to hide it anymore.

Even if Guo Jia abandons her, it is her fate to do so.

It's just that he can no longer serve Guo Jia, dress him and wear a crown, pour tea and water for him, rub his shoulders and beat his legs, and no longer listen to him talk and laugh, ask for warmth and so on.

Thinking of the time when he was by Guo Jia's side in the past, Diao Chan's heart was like ashes, and if he left, there was only one way to find death.

Diao Chan's heart struggled fiercely, these Guo Jia didn't know, Guo Jia's hand covered Diao Chan's private parts, his fingers gently teased and stroked a few times, Diao Chan's legs were slightly clamped, which made Guo Jia puzzled.

This is clearly **!

However, Guo Jia's expression suddenly became strange.

The lower body of the sable cicada is smooth and unblemished, delicate and delicate.

"Huh? Diao Chan, are you a little white tiger?! ”

Guo Jia was very surprised.

Diao Chan's face was pale, trembling, and said sadly: "If the envoy wants the slave and maid to leave, the slave and maid will clearly say, no, leave immediately." ”

"Let's go? Why are you leaving? ”

Guo Jia's hand hadn't been withdrawn yet, as if he had discovered a new continent, he was still caressing.

Diao Chan turned around suddenly, raised his tear-stained face, delicate and exquisite, showing a bit of poignant, and looked at Guo Jia with sad eyes: "Envoy, the slave is ominous, it is the life of the great murderer, Kefu in this life." ”

The dumbfounded Guo Jia looked down at Diao Chan, and his brain turned.

The ancients believed in fate and believed in it.

White Tiger Kefu, the big murderer.

Guo Jia has heard a little about this fate, but now he chooses to be superstitious, and he naturally chooses not to believe in numerology such as Kefuke's wife.

After all, in the future generations, the physiological phenomenon of the white tiger can be changed through medicine, is it a change of life against the sky?

If he could see the legendary Sima Yi's wolf Gu Zhi, if someone could really stand still and turn his head one hundred and eighty degrees from front to back, then Guo Jia would really believe it.

"You're heartbroken about this?"

Guo Jia felt ridiculous, in his eyes, this matter was a joke, in the eyes of Diao Chan, in the eyes of the ancients who had a reverence for fate, this was a major event that affected his life.

Diao Chan never imagined that Guo Jia's reaction would be so relaxed, since she found out that she was a white tiger in the palace, she has been deliberately concealing it, for fear of causing a murderous disaster, and it was the ruthless Queen He who controlled the harem at that time.

"Envoy, envoy don't drive slaves and maids away?"

Diao Chan's tears stopped and looked at Guo Jia blankly.

As soon as he turned over and parted Diao Chan's legs, Guo Jia leaned over her and untied his clothes, and said with a smile: "You listen to me clearly, in this life, you don't want to leave me, hey, Diao Chan, obediently and obediently be my concubine." ”

After that, Guo Jia stretched out his hand and tore the light veil on Diao Chan's body, Diao Chan covered his chest with both hands, his chest was half exposed, and he was extremely tempted.

"Envoy, no, the slave doesn't want to bring bad luck to the envoy." Diao Chan was shocked and struggled.

Guo Jia parted her hands and pressed them against the sides of her head, leaning down and kissing her soft lips.

The range of struggle is getting smaller and smaller, and he was originally resisting Guo Jia, but he gradually catered to it.

Fang's heart was throbbing and her lust was high, Diao Chan looked at Guo Jia with an obsessive expression, and tears slowly slipped from the corners of her eyes.

When her spring tide flooded, Guo Jia stepped forward.

Falling red, Diao Chan groaned softly, and his face was frightened.

Xindao: It's over.

Regardless of whether the white tiger is Kefu or not, Guo Jia has already transformed her.

The wood is already in the boat, and it is too late to regret it.

A little bead of sweat fell on her face, and Diao Chan looked at Guo Jia who was lying on her body with a confused expression, constantly teasing and stimulating her.

At this point, the flood is unstoppable.

Diao Chan left his heart knots behind, wrapped his arms around Guo Jia's neck, welcomed his body and mind, and enjoyed the joy of fish and water......

(To be continued)