The face was pasted with the most fashionable flower yellow of the northern women at that time, and when I looked in the mirror, it looked miserable. She took off the yellow flower and applied a layer of rouge, and the red spread like a layer of bright blood.

The palace maids were stunned by such a poignant beauty, and Chen Jia said in a low voice: "Niangniang, you are still so good-looking......"

She smiled faintly: "I'm old, I'm old......"

The woman in the mirror already has fine lines between her eyebrows and eyes, especially the corners of her eyes always have a layer of cyan after aging, even if the poignancy of rouge covers it for a while, but it can't stop it for a lifetime.

Even the palace maid who served beside her didn't know her painted skin after removing her makeup.

Nowadays, everyone only sees her beautiful face, and her eyes are watery, as if she were about to ripple out a pool of spring water, which is a typical foxy appearance, according to the vorders. However, all the women in the world are tireless in order to become vixens.

From early morning to dusk. Almost every other hour, Empress Feng would check the fat powder on her face, and if there was a slight defect, someone would make up for it. By the afternoon, she was drowsy.

However, His Majesty has not yet answered.

The palace maids went out to look once every half hour, and slowly, she became impatient and couldn't stay up. From dusk to twilight, late at night, she fell asleep.

There was no dream all night, and the surroundings were empty, looking extremely cold and cold.

She still got up on time and changed into a new dress, fortunately she was the queen, and she had what she wanted. After the maids cleaned up for her, she sat sullenly for a while, and there was still no news until noon, and it seemed that His Majesty would not come back today.

She was ruthless, she didn't want to eat, she sat alone for a while and went to take a nap. I can't sleep deeply, I'm dizzy, and I'm always half-asleep and half-awake. When the time comes, I get up again to freshen up, put on rouge and gouache, apply and smear, and a woman's life is consumed in it.

Looking at the mirror, I felt that the newly made dirty clothes were a little tight, which made people uncomfortable. She retired from the palace maid and prepared to change it.

Closed door, big mirror, woman's ** inside.

Every woman may have seen her own ** many times in her life, especially when she is young and beautiful and has a slender figure, if she doesn't appreciate it, who will appreciate it?

However, Feng Miaolian, like other young ladies, rarely really appreciates her ** - without him, they have many palace maids to serve at any time. is a bold and avant-garde woman, and she is not used to being exposed naked in front of the palace maids every day and looking at her own ** in the mirror.

That's why she retired from the palace maid.

The woman in the mirror, she felt that she couldn't see it really—Chu Chu, just like this winter.

It was also the first time she had looked at herself like this.

It's no longer good, especially in the abdomen, and women who have had difficult births have been left with faint pregnancy spots. Even if the child never survives, the traces remain.

Oh, woman, woman, what a miserable woman.

Menstruation, pregnancy in October, miscarriage, dystocia, uterine clearance, abdominal breaking...... There are also pregnancy spots that grow old...... Each of them was an unequal arrangement of the creation of man.

She stroked the ugly marks on her body, sighed infinitely, and then, slowly, put on her obscene clothes, and slowly covered those terrible scars...... Luckily, humans still have clothes. It can cover up all the ugliness.

Halfway through the change of clothes, suddenly his waist was light, and he was hugged fiercely.

She was holding the clothes and was tying the belt of the robe, but when she was brought with her like this, the clothes fell to the ground entirely, and half of the dirty clothes she had just worn fell like this.

It's a sneak attack.

It was as if a thief had suddenly broken into the palace, and he struck from behind, and she couldn't see his face—but how could there be such a bold thief in the palace? Break through the barriers, break through the blockade of the maids, eunuchs, and guards, and dare to come to insult the queen? How is this possible?

She was startled, but soon she smelled the familiar smell, with a strong burning, eager, incomparably anxious, anticipation...... It's hard to describe.

It was rough and unfamiliar, as if it still carried the noise of war, the smell of grass on the grassland, the high-spirited horse's hooves when they rolled up the dust, and the rush of a heart to return......

What a terrible heartbeat.

He stroked her back from behind.

A bare back looks better than a chest - no pregnancy spots, no blemishes, hazy, seductive in the not-so-bright afternoon light, like an upside-down landscape painting, how seductive.

Her breath was suffocating.

Iron as a knife.

But anxious and debauched, a little tighter, a little tighter, better to crush this waist violently, better to make my whole body crazy......

She had such a desire.

It's like experiencing a rape that is out of the way.

Oh, let the storm come harder.

She opened her mouth to say something, but the rough storm had swept her away. It was his kiss, densely burning, from the neck to the back...... An almost greedy bite.

The red profane clothes are not at all.

The hands in her arms were shaped like iron hoops, she couldn't struggle, and she didn't want to struggle, and suddenly collapsed into a pool of spring water. He almost greedily hugged her to death.

She didn't expect to meet him under such circumstances, and the thousand words she had prepared in her heart suddenly disappeared...... Only his urgency remained, lingering, he didn't alarm anyone, retreated from the palace maid, and along the way, he just whipped up so quickly and ran back......

This afternoon is destined to be a crazy and hot afternoon. His long-suppressed emotions suddenly exploded, his blood boiled, and his body was filled with an incredibly strong longing - there had been no woman for too long, too long. The body is already too hot to stand it.

He misses her in the time of killing and bloodshed; In times of anxiety he longed for her; He longed for her when black and white were reversed and hated for gnashing teeth, and he longed for her in every sleepless night; In the midst of betrayal and conspiracy, in the midst of revenge and pleasure, he longs for her even more......

Nephrite was warm, her body had never been so seductive, no more, no less, just like this bare back, just in time to expose the best and most true side in front of his eyes.

It's like a long-starved traveler who suddenly sees a clear spring. In fact, over the years, he has rarely had the opportunity to see her body so unscrupulously. Like moralists, he believes that things between men and women should only be in the dark, not in the light.

However, when I got to the light, I realized that there was something else that made people tremble. Moreover, this time it was not her dressing up to honor him and serving him, nor was she carefully dealing with him with affection...... It's his sneak attack! Every man has a domineering temperament in his bones; In the bones of every woman, she is looking forward to the moment of being occupied - the more she sneaks up, the more excited she is.

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