The Journey Is Upon (II) (II)

As usual, Du Chong brought over the cups and teapots that the handymen had washed for him, scalded them with boiling water, splashed the water into the yard, took out his favorite silver quill from the cabinet and put it in the pot, brewed the tea, put it in the warm cotton nest, turned around and poured some hot water from the pot into the copper basin on the shelf, and then poured a little cold water from the cold kettle next to it and mixed it a little, and put the cloth towel on the shelf into the basin. Then he went and closed the door of the room, took off his coat and hung it on the hanger at the door. The room was not big, because the kang was warm, and the whole room was very comfortable, so he only wore a single coat, and the thin fabric could not hide his strong figure and developed muscles. After practicing all year round and honing in the military camp for many years, Du Chong's figure is very strong and perfect.

Although Fang Yan came with a purpose, she was depressed and depressed, but she had played many opponents at this time, she was also moved by this wonderful masterpiece and looked at him obsessively. Du Chong still continued his own business, first wring out a towel to wipe his face, then took off the single clothes on his body, wrung the towel again, and scrubbed it up and down, as if it was indescribably comfortable. Perfect sun-colored skin, with some dark brown scars on the chest and back, I want to come to the battlefield after so many years. These scars did not damage the beauty, but instead increased the masculinity, making Fang Yan, who was staring at him, unconsciously slowly stand up and approach him. Du Chong did not stop his movements, after foiling the cloth towel, he cooled it back to the shelf, poured the water in the basin into the wooden bucket next to him, lifted the hot water kettle, added some hot water to it, and then put the hot water kettle into a large cotton nest on the ground. Then he pulled the shirt on the shelf, put it on casually, and did not tie the strap, exposing his strong chest and abdomen. Fang Yan sensed that something was overflowing in her.

Du Chong didn't look at Fang Yan who was two steps away from him, but went to light a few more candles in the room, the room was very bright, and his well-defined face looked more handsome in the light and shadow, and then walked to sit down on the stool by the barrel, pulled up his trouser legs, took off his socks, and soaked his feet in water. The position of the stool is very special, it is inlaid in the middle of the two shelves, there are some books on the left shelf, and there are many boxes on the right shelf. Although she was a little curious when she saw these boxes at this time, the man sitting in the chair was too tempting for her to care about anything else. It was very hot in the room, and after she came to arrange it, she also stripped off her single clothes, and at this time, looking at the tempting food, she felt her heart beat faster, her face flushed, and her staggered figure looked very gorgeous in the candlelight.

Du Chong glanced at her, picked up a copy of Jiangnan characters on the left shelf, flipped through it, and said casually: "Since you are here, don't stand stupidly, if you want a man to be good to you, you have to learn how to serve a man." Taking care of a man's grooming is an important responsibility as a woman. ”

His words made Fang Yan stunned, and he didn't react for a while. Du Chong flipped a page of the book, glanced at her again, and shook his head gently: "With your eyesight, you still want to calculate others, and if you are sold, you can help you count the money." ”

No matter how stupid Fang Yan was, he knew that Du Chong should have known something a long time ago.

"Since you've taken over the mission, you're going to my bed tonight, so don't come and serve me well." Fang Yan finally reacted, is this Du Chong going to ask her to wait for him to wash his feet? Well, she has been held by Mrs. Ju since she was a child, and she has never waited for anyone, let alone washed men's feet. However, at this time, the man looked quite clean, and even looking at his feet aroused her reverie. Without hesitation, she walked over, rolled up her sleeves, squatted down and kneaded those feet, the water was a little hot, and soon her hands were red. She slowly stroked a scar on her calf along her legs, and then wanted to continue upward, when suddenly Du Chong moved herself, picked up a cloth towel under the left shelf and handed it to her, she passively took it, and dried his raised feet for him.

Du Chong put his feet comfortably into a pair of cotton shoes, continued to sit on the chair, and said gently: "Go to the basin at the door and wash your hands, I like clean women." ”

Fang Yan was another accident, she had seen many men, whether it was a rich son, a polite scholar, a powerful man, a military general like Du Chong who cleaned up so clean and so perfect, or the first, and he actually thought that he washed his feet with dirty hands. Well, she's also a charming boudoir lady, okay? She just didn't know that some of the boudoir ladies were dirty too. All the children of the Tang Sect, adhering to the principle of keeping clean and not getting sick, have been educated to be particularly neat and tidy since childhood. She has been trying to get close to the Tang Sect disciples, but she has not succeeded, so she doesn't know this.

She washed her hands and returned to Du Chong's side, Du Chong chuckled, threw away the book, pulled her to sit on her lap, and looked at her gently: "Since you came, you are still standing so stupidly, how can you complete the things that your master explained." The voice is so gentle that it looks like a couple is saying sweet love words. Hearing this, Fang Yan's whole person was not good, he did know that she didn't approach him to really marry him, she was instructed by someone.

Du Chong looked at her eyes that were wide open in surprise and tangled, and smiled charmingly, his index finger gently rubbing her face. Holding weapons all year round, Du Chong's hands are calloused, and there is a little stinging on his face, but Fang Yan can't take care of these now. The man in front of her was actually much higher in martial arts than her, and when she was lying down after being injured in the morning, she carefully recalled the competition, and she realized that she had been fooled. Du Chong played tricks with her, that is, he played with her. His hand around her waist tightened slightly, and she was a little out of breath. Just like now, she thought that she had come to Tangzhuang and that things were well covered, but she turned out to be like a clown, and everyone knew everything about what she had done.

"Actually, you have these big eyes, you look a little innocent, and you still have a little color." Du Chong lifted her jaw and looked at her, her panic cleared her eyes: "Give you two ways, one is that there are many snow caves in the woods behind here, and you are frozen to death in them," Speaking of death, his eyes were still so soft, as if he was talking about small things. Of course, Fang Yan knew that if he clicked on his acupuncture points now and threw himself into the woods, no one would find out, and he could only freeze to death in vain. She shook her head desperately, she was still young, she didn't want to die yet. She had a good dowry, and even if she didn't have a good man, she had money, and she could live comfortably as a rich woman.

"It's okay if you don't want to die, be obedient, and do whatever we tell you to do."

"You guys?"

"To us, it's your master who told you to do these people."

"Oh."

"Who is your master?"

"I've never seen him in person."

Du Chong nodded, this was also expected, Fang Yan was just a pawn.

"But he should be very powerful, because the Lord of Yiyan also listens to him." Her voice is very small, lest if someone hears her, Yiyan will come to kill her.

Du Chong looked at her and didn't speak, and they also noticed Yiyan's matter.

"Want to be my woman?" He asked softly. Fang Yan nodded. His hand fell, and he pulled off her belt, revealing a white patch. Fang Yan trembled all over because of the nervousness, and the huge twin peaks were also trembling. And her trembling figure projected on the window by candlelight can be interpreted as something else.

"Interesting, this body is still good." Du Chong smiled, gently pinching the trembling side: "What are you going to do with my woman?" With just this one action, Fang Yan knew that this General Du was a skilled and a master. This is also the reason why after receiving the information this afternoon, they decided to let Du Chong's trick continue.

Although Fang Yan knew that Du Chong was a disciple of the Tang Sect, she did not know that the eldest prince Du was different from other children of the Han Sect who lived in the Tang Sect. The Du family in Zhongzhou, although it does not have the strength of the Tang family, is also enviable outside. Since the Fan family repented of their marriage, and because Du Chong followed the Tang family into the barracks, Mrs. Du was worried about her son all day long and worried about her son's marriage. But the son insisted on finding a suitable wife by himself, Mrs. Du couldn't, after several discussions, the mother and son each gave a step, and before the main owner was found, Du Chong took a few concubines, and Du Chong's nurse took them and lived in the Du family's courtyard in Xianyang.

Mrs. Du's original idea was that there would be a woman who could give her son a branch first, and as for the rest, she would talk about it later. Du Chong was quite reluctant at first, but later he saw a lot of life and death on the battlefield, especially after returning from bloodshed, he felt that life was precious, he was also an ordinary person, and he needed a place to relax and recuperate. Many soldiers in the barracks would get together to drink and fight, and then go to the flower building to find a girl to relax. Du Chong found that the arrangement given to him by the old lady was a real soothing.

It is precisely because he has several concubines and is quite experienced with women that the brothers are relieved to let him continue, otherwise how can he control the situation when he encounters an opponent who is stunned and is not a good face. And among several people, he is the only one who is the most suitable, Xinjie has a beloved woman, and he doesn't want to mess with these, and Xinqiang doesn't want his daughter-in-law to be wronged. It can only be him. Even if it is difficult to deal with in the future, it is a trivial matter to carry Fang Yan into his other courtyard in Xianyang. Anyway, there are already three women there, and there is not much more. According to what the brothers joked about him, Ten more women were stuffed into him, and the Du family's courtyard was still spacious.