"The minister really didn't diagnose anything unusual, so the minister will go back and ask Mr. Nian Duan to come." Zi You was about to run, but as soon as he stepped out of his leg, his leg went weak and he sat on the ground.

Zhao Ji looked at Ziyou who wanted to struggle to get up, the smile on her face was even stronger, she took great pains for Ziyou, Ziyou looked at the incense burner in the hall, the white smoke rising from the incense burner made Ziyou lose his mind for a while, Zhao Ji's eyes also moved to the incense burner, this incense is not an ordinary incense, this is what King Qin Zhaoxiang prepared for the death of Bai Qi, even a great master like Bai Qi can't resist, let alone Ziyou.

"It seems that it is indeed as Mr. said, the mourning family is caused by the hot weather, I don't know if Mr. is willing to clear the heat and detoxify the mourning family?" Zhao Ji didn't wait for Ziyou to speak, so she rode on Ziyou's body.

The white jade hand pressed on Ziyou's shoulder, pressed Ziyou to the ground, and the other hand had untied Ziyou's belt, threw it aside, and quickly took off Ziyou's coat, revealing Ziyou's sturdy body, and slender fingers slid on Ziyou's upper body.

Ziyou felt some churning of qi and blood, and his heartbeat began to beat wildly.

Zhao Ji leaned over and listened to Ziyou's strong heartbeat and said

"Why don't you, sir, open your eyes to me? If Mr. was really like Megumi Yanagishita, wouldn't he dare to open his eyes to look at me? ”

Ziyou listened to Zhao Ji's words, and felt a burst of mmp in his heart, nonsense, if I am really such a sage, will I still be ridden by you? Suddenly, a pain came from his shoulder, Ziyou opened his eyes, and Zhao Ji, who was lying on his body, bit his shoulder with a mouthful of silver teeth, and scarlet blood flowed out, but Zhao Ji felt the taste of blood in his mouth, but he enjoyed it extraordinarily, Zhao Ji looked up from Ziyou's shoulder, and his blood-stained lips were imprinted on Ziyou's mouth.

As her emotions deepened, Zhao Ji's breathing became shorter, her phoenix eyes with red eyeshadow were like silk, and her voice was even more soft and soul-catching.

A gust of wind blew open the windows of the main hall, Zhao Ji untied her dress, and the white gauze skirt was blown by the cold wind and floated aside.

Ziyou's eyes widened and he looked at Zhao Ji incredulously, he originally thought that Zhao Ji was just joking, after all, now was not the time when she was in power, but he didn't expect it to be true.

The Qin army has Ma Sanbao to assist the cavalry, but the Wuling Iron Cavalry, which is the pinnacle of the cavalry of the Seven Kingdoms, relies on the Zhao people's riding skills beyond ordinary people, and the Zhao people's riding skills seem to be engraved in the bones, and Zhao Ji, who is the Zhao people, naturally has this gene.

Riding a horse is not an easy task, especially the bumps on the back of a horse are not something that the average person can bear.

An excellent rider will generally let his legs clamp the horse's body, and the body will rise and fall with the horse's bumps, which will not only reduce the discomfort on the horse's back, but also allow the horse to not feel the pressure of the weight when exerting force, so that the horse can charge and gallop more favorably, relying on excellent riding skills Zhao people can cultivate Wuling Iron Horse.

The thunder suddenly exploded in the dark cloudy sky, and the heavy rain fell, and the sultry weather gradually faded under the watering of this heavy rain, and was replaced by a burst of coolness, so that the people who were originally restless because of the weather also gradually subsided because of the heavy rain, and the water droplets fell on the quiet eaves and dripped on the ground, leaving only water stains all over the ground.

Zhao Ji was satisfied with Ziyou's body, Ziyou is a little confused now, Zhao Ji is worthy of being a veteran, both experience and means are far beyond Ziyou, so that Ziyou can't resist for a while, otherwise he wouldn't be so confused.

Looking at Ziyou's somewhat tired face and confused eyes, the love and satisfaction in Zhao Ji's eyes could no longer be hidden.

Ziyou has given her a sense of security and needs both mentally and physically, how much she wants Ziyou to be by her side forever, stroking Ziyou's strong body, Zhao Ji is a little in love, if it is not for tossing from noon to dusk, I am afraid that Ziyou's body will not be able to bear it, and she can't wait to ride a horse again.

Thinking that both Yiren and Lu Buwei treat her as a plaything, only Ziyou treats her like a person, this kind of spiritual recognition gradually fascinates her Ziyou, and wants to get Ziyou, in Ganquan Palace, she also sent someone to inquire about Ziyou's deeds, and every time she hears it, she will feel extremely excited.

This backlog of emotions makes Zhao Ji more and more eager to get Ziyou, thinking about the appearance of this man who is in power and plays with the world in his pomegranate skirt, as soon as she thinks of this, Zhao Ji becomes more and more unbearable, conquering Ziyou has become a nightmare in her heart, and after the conquest, Zhao Ji said, it is really cool!!

Zhao Ji stretched out her hand and stroked Ziyou's face, the love in her eyes could not be hidden, she finally got this man who treated her as a human being, although it was only for three short hours this afternoon.

"Queen Mother, the minister is leaving." Ziyou said.

"Accompany the mourning family again, this Ganquan Palace is very big and very cold."

Zhao Ji hugged Ziyou into his arms, and Ziyou's breathing suddenly became short, not because of anything else, but because Zhao Ji's mind was very broad, so wide that Ziyou couldn't breathe when he buried it.

Zhao Ji felt Ziyou's breathing, and slowly let go, so that Ziyou could not be completely suffocated, and it was already late outside at this time.

Zhao Ji picked up the white gauze skirt with her feet and put it back on, turned around and lay down on the bed again, and her eyebrows were satisfied.

Ziyou and Zhao Ji are only able to get dressed, Ziyou straightened his waist, fortunately he is a person who practices martial arts, and he has not messed around with Flame Lingji and Concubine Yan during this time, otherwise he may not be able to get out of the gate of Ganquan Palace today.

Ziyou looked at Zhao Ji with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes.

"Sir's medical skills are really superb, the mourning family's body feels much better, I have delayed Mr.'s affairs, please forgive me for offending a lot." Zhao Ji said as if she was nothing.

"The Queen Mother is polite, and the minister retired without anything else." The sub-procession is about to go outside.

"Mr. walk slowly, if there is still a problem with the mourning family's health, I will definitely call Mr. to take the pulse and acupuncture again." Zhao Ji said that acupuncture is particularly heavy.

Ziyou stopped at his feet, and thought in his heart, damn it's not time for you to be surprised, turned to Zhao Ji and saluted

"Queen Mother, take care."

Zhao Ji looked at Ziyou's back, her heart rippled slightly, Ziyou's back was getting farther and farther away from her, Zhao Ji also had a strange feeling in her heart, but she understood that she couldn't treat Ziyou as her face like before, and Ziyou wouldn't be willing, now this kind of relationship is better, everyone is equal, and they all treat each other as normal people.

Everyone understands that there is no title

(End of chapter)