Yongxian County Mansion

Behind a faint beaded curtain, an ethereal and clear song floated out around the beams of the room.

Zhao Xian Ling lay on the beauty couch leisurely, the old face with ravines and ravines wrinkled out of the wide lines comparable to the Yellow River, and the fat and considerable body pressed the four legs of the beauty couch into a subtle arc that accumulated over time.

The beauty who was waiting on the side was very eye-catching, and with her little toes, she could figure out that the county magistrate was not in a very beautiful mood today.

So she changed her usual habit of talking about lotus flowers, and stayed away from her nose and nose, pinching Zhao Xianling's calf while pinching a grape from the fruit basket on the side and feeding it to him from time to time.

The skin of the beauty is like clotted fat, the hands are like soft wattles, the grapes are delicate and clear, and they are fed into the mouth and the tip of the tongue is fragrant.

The soft and ethereal singing in the ears is charming but not demonic, and the dozens of water snake waists of the dancers dancing in front of him are even more well-intentioned.

Food, beauty, if it weren't for Zhao County's order not to drink, add a piece of wine, it would be a real sound, dogs and horses, and all kinds of poisons, and life must be happy.

However, in the eyes of Zhao County Ling, such a beautiful scenery is all useless.

He casually pressed the hand that was resting on his shoulder, and held the weak and boneless hand in the palm of his hand, rubbing it one by one.

The beautiful woman who rubbed her shoulders was very intimate, gently and gently let him rub it, bent down gently, and asked softly, "Master, why are you unhappy today, are you tired of watching these songs and dances?" Why don't we go back to the room and the concubine will dance for you alone? ”

As she spoke, she bit her lower lip quietly, her fingertips probed into the placket of Zhao Xianling's clothes, and quietly drilled inside, its soft and delicate can turn the spring breeze into a puddle of water, which can be described as very painstaking.

If it was a weekday, Zhao County's order would naturally not refuse to take such an initiative to give him a hug.

He studied hard since he was a child, and thirty years ago he was admitted to the Jinshi, and he understood a truth when he was in his prime-

Sweet gourd bitter, the world is all beautiful.

Zhao Xianling is very serious in his studies, modest and cautious, so he has indelibly continued this truth summarized by his predecessors into all aspects of daily life.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation, under and below the bed, very complete.

He has a great appetite and a wide range of hobbies. Since there is no perfect beauty in the world, they will appreciate their own beauty.

From the half-aged to the little girls in the total corner, they all have their own style in his eyes.

The petite eyes are like silk, and the arms are like lotus roots carved out of jade, fresh and lovely; The sturdy body walks up and loves to sway left and right, and the thin silver hairpin on the head also sways gently, which is coquettish.

Such a sudden realization, if Zhao Xianling wanted to, he could say more than three days and three nights.

What's more, this beauty is still his favorite one.

Born at a young age, he has a clean and icy appearance, the nose is the nose and the eyes are the eyes, the place where there should be meat is plump and firm, but it can be opened very much on the bed, it is a rare living baby.

But at this moment, the smell of fragrant powder on the live baby's body made him involuntarily irritable.

Zhao Xian Ling waved his hand and stroked away the fat powder of the cloud and mountain fog shrouded in the snort, as if the soft and delicate hands of the beautiful woman had also become a shoe.

He was very upset, so he scolded angrily, "Go, go!" Don't bother me here! ”

The beauty yelled at him, but she didn't put on a face and lose her temper, but became more and more gentle like water, and echoed him, "What kind of thing that doesn't have long eyes makes our master unhappy?" You talk to the concubine, and the concubine will go to give you anger. ”

People are prone to impulsiveness when they are angry, and everyone has their own impulsive method.

Scholars will pretend not to care, and write articles behind their backs, without having to read them carefully, and they will also be connected into a line, carefully and densely interwoven throughout the curse;

The woman would be furious, grabbing each other's hair and spitting loudly, greeting from the top and bottom five thousand years to the eighteenth generation of his ancestors;

When the official was on duty, he would pull out a prisoner who was sleeping in the corner with a smile, and greet him with three fists and two feet, and his voice was full of emotion, and maybe a few more greetings would be added.

"Damn, dead pigs, they are not honest when they come to this kind of place, and they are in a hurry to go down to the ghost gate?"

When Zhao Xianling was impulsive, he wanted to hit someone.

I wanted to hit someone but didn't bother to do it, and it was not comfortable to lie down with soft muscles and bones, so I had to use words instead of my hands and slap others silently through the air.

Usually suffer from these are basically the little servants and maids who serve at home, one by one is stupid, and it is annoying to see it, and there is no need to be merciful when scolding.

This time it was also this beauty's bad luck, she didn't have long eyes, and she knew that he was not in a good mood and rushed to get up.

Shooting the first bird, isn't this a typical no-brainer.

However, seeing that a slap had been thrown on the left side of her face, this beauty was not angry.

It's just not angry, and he brought his right face over very intimately, and hurried up to him.

Well-behaved and considerate to this part, Rao is heart was upset, and Zhao Xianling felt that he couldn't bear to be fierce to her a second time.

"You're a good mouthful." Zhao Xianling snorted lazily, "Then tell me, you can't lift your shoulders with your hands, how do you plan to give me anger?" ”

Seeing that his face softened slightly, the beauty knew that this trick worked, so she smiled and stretched out her whole arm.

The thin white arms wrapped around his neck like vines, rubbing back and forth on him while pulling his whole body up.

The thin female voice snorted,

"Although the concubine can't beat him, the concubine can help you scold people, isn't it also angry? The concubine is the best at scolding, even if they can't scold them, at least they can poke their backbones, and they are all soft, don't you say? ”

Zhao Xian Ling estimated that this beauty who didn't know the height of the sky didn't know who the person who made him unhappy, if he knew, he would not be able to say such a big rebellious thing.

After listening to such a few words, I don't know if the person who annoyed him will really be scolded for his soft backbone, anyway, Zhao Xianling himself is quite crispy at this time, from the roots of his hair to his heels.

This beauty is very experienced, and she handles the soft tendons of Zhao County's order to death, and she doesn't forget to secretly send Qiubo when she grins.

Zhao Xianling is not an old monk who has a pure heart and few desires to eat fast and recite Buddha, a color heart is surging, and he is a little hearty by this oncoming silk eyebrow.