If you just doubt one thing, without making any decision or taking any responsibility for the development of the whole thing, everyone will become the most shrewd and wise strategist in the world, so whenever something happens, people will often say, "Actually, I already knew ......".

Bao Xi is also such a person, and when everything is over, she will breathe a long sigh of relief - because this thing is always as she expected. But before the incident, she absolutely refused to say it, once she said it, it was spilled water, and she had to be responsible for it, and this responsibility was not borne by everyone.

Because he is well versed in this truth, he wants to be cautious in his words and deeds in the harem.

is also because she understands this truth, so Bao Xi's patience is beyond the tolerance limit of ordinary people, she just has to wait for the result to verify the expectation in her heart. She calculated a lot of things, most of them were right, but there was one thing she still miscalculated, she didn't expect Ji Gongyan to be moved by her true feelings.

She thought that emperors since ancient times had no sincerity.

This is the greatest comfort in the world for any woman, she looked at Ji Gongyan lying beside her, supported her head with one hand, and said softly, "I guessed it since you refused Yingde's army. In this world, you can take Uncle Qin's life, but I am afraid that you are the only one, you don't plan to use the strength of the Qin State, and the Chu State is not reliable at all, victory or defeat is unpredictable, the only explanation is ......" she said and paused, "You plan to go by yourself!" ”

Ji Gongyan turned around and kissed Bao Xi's forehead, "The sword has no eyes, if there is a reward for good and evil in this world, I am afraid that the widow will have a life to go and no life to return." He shook his head, smiling sadly.

"Even though he knew that there was little hope of victory and return, the king still insisted on going?" Bao Xi looked at Ji Gongyu and asked.

Ji Gongyan nodded, "This battle, the widow must fight!" ”

"Then let's go," Bao Xi said softly, "when the king returns, Bofu will probably be called Daddy." ”

Ji Gongyan laughed, "I left 3,000 soldiers and horses for you, if there is a change in the palace, you have to escape and live for the sake of the uncle!" ”

Bao Xi looked at Ji Gongyan and nodded.

Ji Gongyan turned over and hugged Bao Xi tightly in his arms, "Sleep a little longer." ”

"Twenty-seven will get married tomorrow, and the concubine will have to handle the marriage!" Bao Xi said, holding his hand on Ji Gongyan's arm, Ji Gongyan said again in a slurred voice, "Sleep a little longer." There was endless coquettishness in these words, so that Bao Xi had to let go of the twenty-seven thing, lying on Ji Gongyan's side with peace of mind, looking at his facial features and his eyebrows carefully, she wondered if she should be glad that Ji Gongyan was drunk last night, so she untied a knot in each other's hearts.

On the second day of the wedding, Twenty-seven was sent out of the palace from the Qiongtai Palace, sitting on a sedan chair and jolting towards the distance.

Bao Xi stood at the door of the main hall and stared into the distance, Twenty-seven lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, poked his head out of it, looked at Bao Xi and beckoned, with a solemn expression. Bao Xi nodded slightly, her eyes were deep, her lips were pursed, she was using such an expression to give Twenty-Seven the greatest blessing.

Zheng Boyou greeted the bride sent from Zheng Bo's mansion outside the palace, she stepped down from the sedan chair, Zheng Boyou, who was wearing a wedding robe, stretched out his hand and handed it to Twenty-seven, who put his delicate, fair-skinned little hand in his hand, and smiled at Wan'er. He jerked, and she walked over to him. The sound of blowing and playing made today's Zheng Mansion particularly festive, and everyone was smiling like a flower, and they all offered their blessings to Zheng Boyou.

Zheng Boyou was polite, thinking about the guests one by one, he was full of smiles, but his eyes were as calm as water.

Above the lobby, Ji Gongyan personally presided over the wedding, from the salute to the ceremony, he looked at Twenty-seven with eyes like a brother, and sincerely looked forward to the happiness of the couple. The banquet lasted until the night, and Zheng Boyou's colleagues and friends coaxed the groom and bride to the cave room, and Zheng Boyou's face was imperceptible to a trace of embarrassment when he watched a couple enter the cave room.

Ji Gongyan turned around and stretched out his hand, stopping the noise of the noisy guests. Zheng Boyou has been drinking for three rounds, his face is red, he is not strong enough to drink, if it weren't for the fact that there is a lot of water in this liquor today, I am afraid that he has been planted on the bed at the moment and has no reaction. Rao is like this, he is still a little stumbling at the moment, and his mind is a mess.

Twenty-seven sat quietly on the edge of the bed, his hand tightly squeezed the cloth in his hand, his hands were soaked with sweat, and he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at the room full of Wenchen generals and Zhou Dynasty monarchs.

"That's it for now," Ji Gongyan cleared his throat and said to the room full of people, "Let's go down, and leave the rest of the time for newcomers!" He took the lead and walked towards the door, and the rest of the guests, in addition to coaxing twice, also walked out one by one, and closed the door of this bedroom tightly.

The rest of the people also held their breath and stared, looking at what a humble gentleman like Zheng Boyou looked like on the night of candles in the cave room? Everyone watched the bride and groom in the room with anticipation and curiosity on their faces.

Twenty-seven looked up at Zheng Boyou, but Zheng Boyou didn't dare to look at her, for him, this kind of marriage was just a ceremony, and he had never considered today, Twenty-seven was his own person. Twenty-seven stood up and walked to the edge of the candlestick, blew out the candle flame above, stood on tiptoe, stood in front of Zheng Boyou, and took two deep breaths, "You and I are married, so let's go to bed tonight by Twenty-seven to serve the husband." As she spoke, she put her hand on the placket of Zheng Boyou's shirt to help him untie his clothes.

Zheng Boyou suddenly took two steps back, touched his nose with his hand, and said in a very jerky tone, "No...... No, you should be tired today, so it's better to rest early! He was about to turn around after speaking, but was stopped by Twenty-seven, stood on tiptoe and asked in his ear, "Where do you want to go?" If you don't enter this cave today, the king will never be at ease with you, and you can't go. For the sake of the mother, you can't go either. ”

Zheng Boyou's mind seemed to flash a white light, and the whole person was so stunned that he couldn't even think, but he just relied on the conditional launch and said, "I don't want to wronged you." ”

"How do you know it's a grievance?" Twenty-seven asked in a low voice, "Close your eyes, you don't know who I am at all, and you won't be so sad if you imagine me as the one you love." ”

"Twenty-seven," Zheng Boyou called softly, "I can't ......."

Twenty-seven had already wrapped her arms around Zheng Boyou's neck and kissed him on the lips, and when she went out, she quietly took away the sachet of Bao Xi, bathed in her usual spices, and asked with the ambergris incense in the Qiongtai Hall on her clothes. Now Zheng Boyou is half drunk and half awake, he has no reason at all, he can't think, and he can only rely on conditioned reflexes to make judgments.

Closing his eyes, everything fell into darkness, Twenty-Seven was the same age as Bao Xi, the same body shape, it was difficult to tell who was who, her smell evoked his memories, he still remembered the day he left the capital of Ho a few months ago, the sunset, everything fell into a dim and golden color, Bao Xi took off her long skirt in front of him, revealing a snow-like *, she took his hand, and slowly guided him towards a place from which there would never be a return.

The confusion of memories made Zheng Boyou regard Twenty-Seven as a compliment, and the only sense of morality in his mind was suppressed by alcohol, but because of the madness of this behavior, his body became more and more obsessed. He suddenly put one hand around Twenty-seven's waist and kissed every inch of her skin fiercely, sucking her lips and tongue deeply, absorbing her taste. The more this impossibility* is suppressed, the more difficult it is to restrain itself.

Zheng Boyou's hand caressed the skin of Twenty-Seven and One Inches, he was much older than her, she was just slim, and he was already past the age of standing, he always forgot the age of Bao Xi, she looked like an experienced woman, but Twenty-seven was not, she was enthusiastic, full of the posture of a little girl.

Twenty-seven couldn't bear the weight of Zheng Boyou's body, and stepped back, he pressed on her body, and fell heavily into the mattress. He is a gentle lover, and he is always afraid of hurting the petite lovely person under him. She unbuttoned his clothes, revealing his skin; He withdrew her long skirt and pressed against her delicate, soft breasts. Zheng Boyou let out a low roar, a long-lost sense of satisfaction, which made the listeners outside the door smile.

"Alright, alright!" Ji Gongyan clapped his hands gently, lowered his voice and said to the people around him, "Let's go, let's go!" Don't envy Uncle Zheng, let's go home. ”

"Wait for the resignation!" Several courtiers said, all of them withdrew from the Zheng Mansion, and Ji Gongyan finally stepped out satisfied, and now Zheng Boyou can only be his help, and will never become a threat to him!

Zheng Boyou and Twenty-seven are entangled in one place, and it is difficult to separate. In the mist and trance, he couldn't tell who the person under him was, a kind of throbbing suddenly grabbed his heart, and when he couldn't help himself, he suddenly called out "Niang Niang......", the voice was hoarse and full of deep desire in his heart, but let Twenty-seven's tears fall, knowing that this is the case, but he has to verify it in person, and he will never die in the heart of the Yellow River.

Zheng Boyou hugged Twenty-Seven tightly, the tip of his nose was on her neck, lying on her side, and he whispered in a whisper, "I won't leave you alone." Then she fell asleep deeply, the memories of this night did not remain much in Zheng Boyou's mind, but in Twenty-seven's mind, they occupied all her memories.

This kind of memory will stay with her for the rest of her life, and it will still be painful.

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