There are two and three in everything, Zhao Yiheng forcibly got a sweetness in Mu Mingshu, and the sweetness faded every day. Ziyouge ziyouge He lay on the couch for five days, and he dressed as a weak scoundrel and asked Mu Mingshu to serve for five days.

not only served tea and water, fed him with food and medicine, chatted with him to relieve boredom, but also helped him from time to time. It's just that Mu Mingshu still eats him, and every time she is deceived, she secretly swears that she will never care about him next time, but when it comes to the next time, she can't help but be soft-hearted, and she will fulfill Zhao Yiheng's ridiculous requests.

However, after a few days of hard work, the kung fu in her hands has changed from shy and unfamiliar at the beginning to practice makes perfect at the back, which makes Zhao Yiheng unstoppable.

On this day, after Mu Mingshu solved Zhao Yiheng's needs in that regard as usual, he was forcibly held in his arms and fell asleep. At first, Zhao Yiheng, who was honest, just hugged her, and then unconsciously put his hand into Mu Mingshu's underwear.

Mu Mingshu was startled in a trance, and suddenly he didn't even fall asleep, stared at him vigilantly, and scolded angrily: "What are you doing?" “

Zhao Yiheng hurriedly pretended to be very aggrieved, and muttered with a flat mouth: "Wen Xiang Nuan Yu is pregnant again, if the husband is not messy, it can only explain two problems." “

Mu Mingshu didn't dare to answer, he always dug some traps from time to time to tell her to jump, for fear that he would deliberately dig a pit again.

Zhao Yiheng couldn't hold back a smile when he saw her looking like she was going to fight, and while analyzing the problem with her seriously, he was messing around with her.

"Either your husband is the reincarnation of Megumi Yanagishita, or you're too ugly"

Mu Mingshu writhed in his arms, making Zhao Yiheng more and more angry.

He turned over violently, pressed Mu Mingshu under him, hooked his lips and smiled evilly: "Obviously, it's neither"

As he spoke, he put the big red belly pocket that he took off from Mu Mingshu's arms at some point and put it on her face: "I have been a miserable lady these days, and today I will change to a husband to serve the lady."

"No, you're welcome" Mu Mingshu tore open the red belly pocket covering his head, his face was flushed with shame, and he stammered: "I, I'm a person, no, don't ask for it."

Zhao Yiheng still felt that Mu Mingshu sometimes spoke too unpleasantly, so he simply lowered his head and blocked her lips, fragrant and soft, with a bit of moisture, which has always been Zhao Yiheng's favorite feeling. He stretched out his tongue domineeringly and poked it into her mouth, causing Mu Mingshu's lilac tongue to frolic with him.

Mu Mingshu only felt that Zhao Yiheng's mouth had a faint smell of medicine, and his tongue was raging in his mouth, stirring her whole body soft, and she still couldn't resist Zhao Yiheng.

The skirt under his body was lifted, and his grip went all the way up to Mu Mingshu's half-opened petals.

She didn't resist or refuse, but she couldn't resist wanting more, her whole body was burning, hugging Zhao Yiheng and responding to him warmly, but her mind was in chaos, she always felt that this situation was very familiar, but she couldn't remember that she had done such a shameful thing with Zhao Yiheng once upon a time.

After getting Mu Mingshu's response, Zhao Yiheng's heart was relieved, and he was not tactful at all when he did bad things, and after a while, he took off her clothes, revealing a thin body.

Zhao Yiheng's heart hurt, he hugged Mu Mingshu tightly in his arms, and whispered with red eyes: "It's all my fault, so you have suffered so much, but fortunately, you are still there"

The clear tears fell on Mu Mingshu's eyelids, and she only felt that her eyelids were burning badly, straight to her heart, but she was in a cold sweat for no reason.

Zhao Yiheng didn't know why, but when Mu Mingshu was very hot, he reached out and tapped her red lips, and chuckled: "Little goblin"

As he spoke, he rushed in and filled her to the brim.

Mu Mingshu couldn't help but snort softly, opened his eyes violently and looked at Zhao Yiheng, who was busy, frowning tightly.

"Hurt you?" Zhao Yiheng felt that Mu Mingshu's eyes were not quite right, but he couldn't say what was wrong, and she hurt badly when she hadn't gone through personnel for too long.

But he didn't want Mu Mingshu to bite his lip and shake his head, reached out and held his face, his eyes were slightly red, he opened his mouth and finally said: "Zhao Yiheng"

Zhao Yiheng deserved it, rubbed the two rabbits on Mu Mingshu's body with some dissatisfaction, and ordered: "Call him a good brother."

"Good brother" Mu Mingshu blurted out without thinking about it, looking at Zhao Yiheng's instantly surprised face, she hooked her lips and smiled: "Good brother"

"Eh" Zhao Yiheng became more and more hardworking, and his heart was faintly relaxed, and he always felt that Mu Mingshu at this time was very different from her who had been with her for these days.

Mu Mingshu stretched out her hand to wrap her hand around Zhao Yiheng's slender waist and limbs, and there was gauze wrapped around it, she pursed her lips and held back her tears, grabbed Zhao Yiheng's shoulder, and turned over.

Zhao Yiheng, who was working hard, suddenly became a little confused, he looked at Mu Mingshu, who was mainly anti-customer, and asked cautiously: "Mingshu?" “

Mu Mingshu was tired, wrapped in the quilt and nested in Zhao Yiheng's arms without speaking, only hugged him tightly and never let go for a moment.

Zhao Yiheng didn't speak, he wanted to say a lot of things, but he couldn't say a word at this time.

The two of them embraced each other like this, and neither of them wanted to break the silence.

I don't know how long it took, but the crisp knocks on the door again and again finally broke the atmosphere.

Mu Mingshu raised his eyes and glanced at Zhao Yiheng, clasped his collarbone with his fingers, and did not speak. Zhao Yiheng smiled lightly, and wanted to drop a kiss on her lips, and then asked loudly, "What's the matter?" “

Since he and Mu Mingshu lived in this inn, the people here have been replaced by his cronies, and I am afraid that Mozhu will have something to say to him.

Mo Zhu didn't dare to shout with Zhao Yiheng through the door like this, and only said vaguely: "Master, there is something wrong, can you come out and say it?" “

Zhao Yiheng didn't make a sound, but he lowered his head and blocked Mu Mingshu's lips, and after a lot of wantonness, he sat up and said to her gently: "If you are tired, you will rest for a while, and you will come when you go for your husband." “

Mu Mingshu rubbed it into his arms, as docile as a kitten, and said with some reluctance: "Okay, you go and come back quickly, I'll wait for you." “

Zhao Yiheng was suddenly in a good mood, maybe in the past year or so, there has never been a happier day than today. He grinned, grabbed a handful in front of her, and then got down to put on his clothes, and before he was fully dressed, he strode through the door and carefully closed the door.

Mu Mingshu smiled to herself, and got into the quilt a little shyly, Zhao Yiheng's figure was always in her mind, and after half a sound, she lifted the quilt violently, frowned and scolded: "Bastard, isn't it so injured that you are dying?" “

Zhao Yiheng was able to walk on the ground on the third day of his injury, but in order to make Mu Mingshu obedient, he kept lying that he was seriously injured. Obviously, looking at the person who was seriously injured, how could he be so strong when he started to do things on the couch.

But Mu Mingshu has always believed in it, and he waits for him every day, for fear that his wounds will be difficult to heal.

Zhao Yiheng went out and asked while tying his belt, "What's going on?" “

Mo Zhu looked at his disheveled appearance, and knew that he must have fought a big battle without thinking about it, he lowered his head a little embarrassed and said in a deep voice: "The other side has already brought someone here, and it is estimated that it will be here at night." “

"Hmm." Zhao Yiheng's face sank: "The layout of a good student must ensure that nothing goes wrong and no mistakes can be made." “

Mo Zhu hurriedly received the order: "Don't worry, master." “

Such a big thing, that is, Zhao Yiheng didn't dare to be vague if he didn't tell Mozhu, you must know that the emperor and queen of the Dadu Dynasty lived in this inn, if there was a little difference, they wouldn't have to live.

Seeing Mo Zhu taking the order, Zhao Yiheng hooked his lips and smiled, and couldn't wait to turn around and push the door into the house.

Mu Mingshu had already gotten up, was sitting in front of the dressing table with his hair through, saw his figure through the bronze mirror, smiled lightly, turned around and looked at Zhao Yiheng gently like water, a pair of big apricot eyes full of spring, she hooked her fingers: "You come here." “

Zhao Yiheng didn't think about it, and immediately strode over, only to get close to Mu Mingshu's body, so he asked her to twist her ears, and said viciously: "Good thing, the wings are hard, right, dare to call me as a girl, is it itchy skin?" “

Zhao Yiheng told her to twist her ears and not be annoyed, giggled once, pretended to cry out twice in pain, and said: "It's itchy everywhere for the husband, and the lady scratches it?" “

"Ahh Mu Mingshu pretended to be fierce and vicious, but he didn't want to stare at Zhao Yiheng's indecent face and broke his skills after a while, he couldn't help but laugh and suddenly let go, and sat back in front of the dressing table: "You come and draw eyebrows with me." “

Zhao Yiheng and Mu Mingshu have done a lot of boudoir fun in the past, they have been married for so many years, and Zhao Yiheng is also very handy in this matter.

He deserved a sound, picked up the powder on the dressing table, got a little drunk with an eyebrow pencil, and carefully traced along Mu Mingshu's eyebrows, he described it seriously and his expression was also focused.

Mu Mingshu couldn't help but redden, tears ran down her face, and it took the fat powder she had just pounced on.

She said, "When I woke up, I was already in Xiliang."

Zhao Yiheng's hand shook, and Fang Cai's delicately drawn eyebrows suddenly became flawed, he raised his hand to calm his mood, and then gently wiped off the imperfect color for her.

"I don't remember anything, but I was placed in a beautiful courtyard, where the slaves and maidservants were at my beckon, and they had whatever they wanted, but they were never ready to go out." In those days, Mu Mingshu was like a canary kept in a cage, trapped in the cage all day long, unable to hear the outside world, and unable to see the outside world.

Such days make her temperament very impatient, and she always loses her temper for a little thing, but there is always someone who laughs with her and says, "You look like this, and I am reluctant for you to let outsiders see it."