In the early morning, the courtyard in Sima's mansion was full of glory illuminated by the morning sun, Xiang Lu opened his eyes slightly, turned his head to look at the side, and found that Wen Jun had gotten up and was gone.

Xiang Lu put on his clothes, went out of the room, had breakfast, and prepared to go for a walk in the garden.

I saw that under the green trees, next to the lotus flowers, Ji Qing was doing a sword dance, his body was soft, but he had a strong strength.

Xiang Lu thought to himself: Ji Qing's figure is really good, although there are two faint scars on his shoulders and back, his chest is firm, his buttocks are upturned, his waist is slender and soft, and his face is coquettish and charming.

When I looked to the right, I saw Wen Jun on the side, holding a book, and read: "Soldier, treacherous." When Xiang Lu heard this, he was stunned for a moment. I thought: How did Wen Jun learn the art of war?

It's really early in the morning, the sun is just shining, and the two beauties are in front. Xiang Lu walked over and said, "Two ladies, what are you doing early in the morning?" ”

Ji Qing saw that Xiang Lu had stopped his sword dance and said, "Husband, I'm practicing sword dance." My sister asked me to start early and practice a little more so that I wouldn't be rusty. ”

Xiang Lu saw that Wenjun didn't talk, and he immersed himself in hard reading, and said, "Madam, what is Wenjun going to do again?" ”

Ji Qing replied: "My sister saw that Princess Taiping had repeatedly pestered her husband and was learning the art of war to deal with her!" ”

Xiang Lu thought to himself: Wen Jun really wants to play a play!

Xiang Lu took Ji Qing's hand, took the sword in his hand, and said: "Madam, now I won't go far away, have you forgotten your real task, Ling'er has Don't Nian, Shuang'er has it, shouldn't you also give birth to a little Liji for me." Don't think that I don't know what you did when we were in the same room. ”

When Ji Qing heard this, his face turned red, but seeing that his husband didn't blame, he said, "Husband, I still don't want it now." ”

Xiang Lu pretended to be angry and said: "Then I will divorce you, you are just a concubine, you think you are Wen Jun, she is my wife." ”

Ji Qing was frightened by this and said: "I just listen to my husband, next time I won't do anything again." ”

The last few words reached Wen Jun's ears, which made Wen Jun cover her face with a military book and said, "Hey! I didn't deliberately do anything, so why didn't I get pregnant! ”

In the evening, Wen Jun read the military book diligently in the study, and when she encountered something she didn't understand, she wanted to ask Xiang Lu for advice, but she changed her mind and thought: What my husband said this morning made me embarrassed when I see him now.

So, Wen Jun went to find Ji Qing, and as soon as she arrived at the door of her room, she saw that the moaning inside was continuous, and it was getting louder and louder.

Wen Jun listened with her ears:

"Madam, are you not pregnant this time?"

"Okay, husband, I'm so happy!"

Wen Jun had to leave in a huff, feeling a sense of loss in her heart, touched her stomach, and went back to the study.

One night, Wen Jun read and read, and fell asleep in a daze, although she was not proficient in the art of war, but she finally learned a little.

In the early morning, Xiang Lu was playing the guqin in the garden, and Ji Qing was dancing with a sword on the side, a pair of jade people, Lang was a concubine and tender.

Wen Jun was a little envious, thinking: Compared with Ling'er's cousin, I am not tall enough, and I am not as good as her. Compared with Sister Ji Qing, I am not coquettish enough, and I am not as good at swordsmanship and dancing skills as hers. Compared with Shuang'er, I don't have the maturity and richness of hers, and the look that makes men want to stop. I can only compare with Princess Taiping, and I can't even beat her.

Wen Jun returned to the room, looked at herself in the mirror as cute and cute, pure and ungrown, touched her chest again, and sighed: When will I be feminine.