Fu Tingyun took a few steps back again and again, and exclaimed, "How can this work? How can this work? ”

It's not that she can't move, how can there be a reason for a woman to bear a man's back. If you see this, shouldn't you laugh at Zhao Ling's fear and laugh at her fierceness?

Zhao Ling didn't have to guess to know what she was thinking.

He really felt sorry for her.

There is no other good way to be partial.

Zhao Ling didn't speak, stepped forward and pulled Fu Tingyun's arm on his shoulder, squatted and hugged her knees and carried her on his back.

Fu Tingyun exclaimed in a low voice, and hurriedly hugged his neck tightly.

Zhao Ling comforted her: "Everyone has already returned home, or they are still watching the lights on West Street, and no one will see it!" ”

Fu Tingyun had a chance to look around.

The moonlight shone brightly on the street, and the surroundings were quiet, except for the red lanterns in front of the houses swaying in the summer breeze.

She was tentatively settled.

Zhao Ling's broad shoulders, strong back, and steady steps made Fu Tingyun lie on his shoulder.

She remembered that when she was a child, when she was late at her grandmother's house, her mother would carry her back to the house.

At that time, her mother, in her eyes, was like Zhao Ling, with broad shoulders, a strong back, and a steady foot, which made her feel extremely relieved and down-to-earth, as if she was only carrying on her mother's back, and she would not be afraid of anything she found...... Zuo Junjie hasn't been found yet, why doesn't his father recognize her, and the sister-in-law hasn't asked his uncle for justice...... She still has a lot to do. But at this moment, her heart felt extremely peaceful and firm.

As long as this person is willing to guard her like this, no matter what awaits her in front of her, she will not feel scared and difficult.

Thinking of this, Fu Tingyun couldn't help but ask Zhao Ling softly: "Are you tired?" ”

Zhao Ling said with a smile: "I once carried more than 100 catties and marched more than 100 miles a day, what is this?" ”

That's why they are today's glory and wealth?

Fu Tingyun felt a faint pain in his heart, and couldn't help but kiss him lightly on the neck.

Zhao Ling's body stiffened, and his steps paused slightly.

Feeling his influence on him, Fu Tingyun couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a happy expression.

"Ninth Master," she muttered with her eyes closed, her face pressed against his back, feeling the warmth coming from him through her sleeves, "we are going to live well for the rest of our lives." ”

Zhao Ling heard it clearly.

He said "um" and said, "We'll live well for the rest of our lives." The tone was so firm that it could not be changed.

A loud bang suddenly sounded in my ears, and a large fireworks bloomed in the beautiful blue sky.

Colorful and dazzling.

It is like a meteor streaking across the sky and falling one after another.

Then another firework exploded in the air.

Brightened the sky to the west.

Zhao Ling and Fu Tingyun couldn't help but look up.

Not far away, the young man's remorseful voice came: "I knew that there were still fireworks on West Street, so I should have come back later." ”

A young man replied, "Otherwise, let's turn back again." ”

"Forget it!" Another teenager said, "When we pass, the fireworks have already been over, so it's better to stand here and enjoy it." ”

"But this place is not as good as West Street, which is blocked by the building signs of the double rolling street."

"Then let's go to Shuangnian Street to watch the fireworks......

In the quiet of the night, the voices of the teenagers were exceptionally clear.

Fu Tingyun and Zhao Ling couldn't help but look at each other.

Shuangnian Street is connected to Chaoyangmen Street, which is a main road in Kyoto, if it weren't for that building sign, everyone would not be able to tell where Shuangnian Street is and where Chaoyangmen Street is. There were many shops on both sides, and the doors were closed at this time, and there was no place to hide.

A dim light appeared around the corner.

It was obviously the lantern that the group of teenagers carried.

Fu Tingyun was busy struggling: "You, you let me go quickly." ”

Can he still be given such a trivial matter?

Zhao Ling recalled the scene when he usually passed by Shuangnian Street, and comforted her with a smile: "You can lie on my stomach for me......" His eyes looked around, and he saw the alley not far away, and his voice was a little more confident, "Don't shout to lure people over." As he spoke, he walked quickly into the alley.

The alley was a dead alley, pitch black, and as soon as they hid inside, they saw several well-dressed teenagers walking in front of the alley, surrounded by a large group of retinues.

Fu Tingyun couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief: "I'm scared to death." ”

Zhao Ling couldn't help laughing.

The smile is especially loud in the quiet of the night.

Fu Tingyun was so frightened that he hurriedly covered his mouth: "You be quiet." What if you bring people in? ”

No matter why, hiding here like this is not a gentleman's doing.

Zhao Ling licked it in her palm.

Fu Tingyun was startled, and she felt like a wave that spread from her palm to her limbs...... Like he kisses her...... The same.

But how so?

She hurriedly took her hand away.

Zhao Ling had already chuckled: "Got it." As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Fu Tingyun, "Let's go home." ”

In the darkness, his eyes sparkled, and he stared at her intently, as if there was no one else in the world but her.

Fu Tingyun couldn't help but indulge in this gaze, and couldn't move his eyes anymore.

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Back at home, Zhao Ling personally went to fetch a basin of hot water to help Fu Tingyun soak his feet.

Fu Tingyun refused.

Zhao Ling's face sank: "Obedient, this is not the time to talk about these false courtesies, let me see if you have blisters on your feet." ”

Fu Tingyun could only obediently let him move the lamp to the footbasin and carefully looked at her feet.

The instep is as white as jade, the cyan veins are faintly visible, and the pink nails are neatly trimmed.

Zhao Ling kissed the instep of her foot and quipped: "Fortunately, I didn't leave any marks, otherwise I would have regretted death!" ”

Fu Tingyun thought that they had fled from Huayin, and Zhao Ling pushed her on the way...... There are no marks left on his feet, and it is also because of his merits, right?

I think that at the beginning, the fourth cousin was not like a green onion when she was at home, but within a few years of marriage, she left a few scars on her hands, and the fifth cousin also discussed with the sisters about "poor couples mourn everything" because of this. But at that time, they were not rich! So what these days are like depends on people.

After Zhao Ling finished freshening up and went to bed, Fu Tingyun couldn't help hugging Zhao Ling's waist tightly and leaning his body against his back.

That kind of attachment that she had never had before made Zhao Ling can't help but turn over and hold her in her arms, and ask her softly, "What's wrong?" Is there something uncomfortable? ”

These days, he is too unrestrained to know if he is doing the right thing.

"Nothing!" Fu Tingyun responded softly and buried his head in Zhao Ling's arms.

Zhao Ling's heart immediately surged with countless tenderness, and he kissed her forehead gently: "Then I'll blow out the lamp." ”

Since the wedding night, Zhao Ling has been resting outside the bed, and if there is anything, Zhao Ling gets up to do it.

Fu Tingyun let out a soft "um", and Zhao Ling stood up and blew out the lamp.

Immediately darkness fell into the curtain.

Zhao Ling thought that he would make a fuss about Fu Tingyun in the morning and return at midnight in the middle of the night, and let Fu Tingyun walk such a long way, although the soft fragrance was in his arms, he still suppressed the desire/hope in his heart, but he gently stroked her green silk and kissed her forehead: "Sleep!" If you feel tired, we can rest at home for a day tomorrow, and it's not too late to go to Tanzhe Temple the day after tomorrow, anyway, the Tandry Temple won't run there! ”

Fu Tingyun thought what he said was interesting, giggled twice, tossed and turned in his arms, found a position that he felt comfortable, and quieted down.

Zhao Ling complained bitterly.

Fu Tingyun first writhed in his arms, then turned his back to him, hunched over, the two of them were tightly clasped together like a ladle, without a single gap, Fu Tingyun's round and pretty buttocks stuck to him, making his blood flow uncontrollably.

Where can Zhao Ling still sleep.

He couldn't help but widen his eyes, looked at the corner of the tent and kept thinking about what Mr. Jing said to him a few days ago: "It's a pity that the Marquis of Yingchuan, a generation of heroes, was trapped by those messy things at home. ”

When Mr. Wei was young, he was implicated in the imperial examination fraud case and was never hired, and now although the saint is at his peak, the matter of that year is too much involved, it is impossible for him to regain fame in the examination, and it is impossible to enter the cabinet to worship the prime minister. Despite this, although he has known Mr. Wei for a short time, he is very suspicious of Mr. Wei's strategy and vision.

Mr. Wei probably wouldn't have said this for no reason, right?

He thought of the marriage of the Marquis of Wuding.

I don't know what the emperor's idea is?

Did Marquis Wu Ding invite him to drink the wedding wine to make friends with him, or just to have more people?

Although it is said that the bird is good at hiding the bow, if the emperor is also such an unelegant person, he should make plans as soon as possible, right?

His mind was spinning rapidly, but Fu Tingyun felt something on his side, and it was getting harder and harder, revealing moxibustion heat......

Did Zhao Ling pity her for being too tired?

She thought of how often Zhao Ling was concerned about this matter these days...... The corners of his mouth were bitten, and a hint of mist flashed under his eyes.

Zhao Ling heard Fu Tingyun mutter, and turned over as if he was sleeping unsteadily.

He hurriedly gathered his thoughts, adjusted his posture and hugged her in his arms again, only to find that it was hard and painful under him.

Zhao Ling couldn't help but smile bitterly.

But his smile hadn't gone away, Fu Tingyun had already snuggled up, not only that, as if he had loosened his clothes, the plump like a peach was only separated by a thin belly pocket against his chest, and the slender and delicate thighs rested resting on his waist restlessly, and the canyon was just facing his hardness......

Zhao Ling's body stiffened.

Just turn over and you're ...... But he had just made up his mind to let his maiden rest for a night......

Zhengtian and man are at war.

Fu Tingyun had already put his hands around his neck, and whispered in his ear, and his delicate feet rubbed against his calves.

With a "bang", the fire in my heart burned irrepressibly.

No matter what...... Tomorrow is good, tomorrow let the girl have a good rest......

He secretly swore in his heart that his body had turned over with a claim, and he called out in her ear, "Nannan".

Fu Tingyun answered lazily, and the hand around his neck became tighter and tighter, as if he was unwilling to leave him for a moment.

Zhao Ling was overjoyed......

Fu Tingyun opened his eyes and pursed his lips and smiled.

(To be continued)