The moon stars are scarce.

The soft and beautiful boudoir suddenly broke into an uninvited guest.

The veil covers the moonlight, and the light inside the tent is dim, and it is easy to breed charm.

The beautiful hostess fell asleep unconsciously, the warm and cool green silk was spread on the satin surface, and her head sank into the soft pillow, revealing only a small face like jade.

The bed seemed to be too wide, and the delicate beauty was trapped in it, and the brocade quilt was only a little bulging, and the rest of the bed, like a deep sea, was showing to the weak little beauty with teeth and claws.

The contrast is too stark, and the beauty is like an island in the sea, aggrieved and helpless. fell into the eyes of the man, and naturally there was a burst of worry.

Such an innocent and weak lady, no wonder she is bullied.

Dazhuang's eyes are cold, it doesn't matter, he will protect his wife well and will not let anyone get close.

He lay on the edge of the bed, like a big loyal and reliable dog.

In front of him was a tender and green jade hand, quietly resting on the azure quilt.

The loyal and reliable big dog changed its taste in the next moment, as if he saw a meat bone, he couldn't resist his instinct, and slowly, little by little, he held that hand.

The palm is delicate, there is no calloon, and it feels as smooth as satin.

The whole hand is also small, and the big strong compares it, and finds that when he closes his five fingers, he can wrap the powder fist.

In the big dark palm, this little hand is like a flower bone, delicate and weak.

The body in the soft quilt moved, and Da Zhuang heard that the beauty seemed to be awake or not, and a murmur overflowed from his red lips.

Soft and glutinous, with the confusion of not being conscious.

Da Zhuang leaned closer to her lips to listen.

But the lady said no more, and fell asleep again.

Da Zhuang lowered his head in a daze.

The lips are red, perfectly shaped, ruddy and full, like sweet fruits, silently luring thirsty pedestrians passing by.

At the moment before sticking it up, Da Zhuang suddenly woke up.

How is his behavior different from that Sun Yue?

The same vile, shameful, filthy, vain attempt to defile the goddess.

If the lady saw his ugliness one day, she would probably have terror and disgust in her charming eyes.

The moonlight is hidden.

Today's breakfast is lotus leaf and lotus seed porridge.

Qiao Yuan was about to eat when the spoon suddenly slipped out of his hand.

She looked at her right hand quizzably.

The fingers are as smooth as jade, as good as ever, but a little weak and weak.

Fortunately, it was successfully picked up for the second time, and Qiao Yuan didn't take this episode to heart.

A grape trellis was erected in the yard, and these days the grapes are ripe, green and shiny like jewels, delicate and clear, and fruity.

Qiao Yuan looked at the novelty, and someone built a small ladder, and she climbed the ladder to pick grapes.

A ray of light broke through the clouds and sprinkled on the beauty under the grape trellis.

Because of the movement, the water sleeve slipped to the elbow, half of the forearm was white, and the fingers pinched a bunch of grapes, and the fingertips were pink and tender against the backdrop of the turquoise.

The most striking thing is the neck that is as smooth as jade.

The lines are beautiful, slender and lush, the green silk is piled up into a cloud, there are only a few strands of broken hair left on the back of the neck, and when the breeze blows, it trembles and shakes a few times, which makes people can't help but tease more ruthlessly.

Joe saw a bunch of ripe green grapes in the upper left, tilted his head slightly, and reached for it.

As soon as she tilted her head, the collar at the back of her neck slid down slightly, revealing a large area of snow-white and delicate skin.

The pink that is so smooth that it is like a petal, like the lightest texture of rouge, and the bright and boundless pink skull, can easily arouse the desire of the bottom of people's hearts.

One can't help but imagine what it would be like to leave some marks on this flawless skin.

The beast hid in the shadows, ashamed and uneasy, but could not suppress the delusions in his heart, staring at the innocent and delicate little beauty.

Qiao Yuan paused and turned his head.

She stood on the ladder and had a full view of the courtyard.

The maid under the grape trellis looked nervous, and kept calling for the lady to come down quickly.

The rest of the people in the distance went about their business, dressed and cooked, white smoke rising from the kitchen, and everything was as usual.

Qiao Yuan lowered his eyes, covering the emotions in his eyes.

At noon, the porter delivered a letter.

It's Joe's mother's.

She lived in Jingshui Nunnery for a few months, and finally decided to reconcile with Qiao's father.

But harmony is not a trivial matter, just the industries involved, including the private property of the two people, and the public property that Qiao's mother has taken care of for so many years, there are many contracts to deal with.

Qiao's father didn't want to reconcile, so he naturally tried all kinds of ways to obstruct it.

Qiao's mother wrote a letter that one of the disputes involved a shop where Qiao's mother had married her daughter before, and wanted her to find the title deed and verify it.

These things were all placed in the Guogong Mansion, and Qiao Yuan asked people to fetch them, and then returned to Qiao's mother.

The maids were making mosquito repellent sachets, and Qiao Yuan heard them say that they had been disturbed and couldn't sleep these days.

There is a lot of grass and trees in Zhuangzi, and now that the weather is hot, it is beginning to attract mosquitoes.

The maid said, and asked how the lady slept at night.

They have been following Qiao Yuan for a long time, so they naturally know her physique. The flesh and blood of the beauty also seem to be sweeter than ordinary people, and it is especially favored by mosquitoes every time.

In the past, along with mosquitoes, Qiao Yuan was the first to notice.

Qiao Yuan said confusedly: "I've been sleeping well recently, and it's dawn when I wake up." “

She didn't care about it, and thought that she had finally gotten rid of the physique of the blood bag, but she didn't expect that when she got up early the next day, when the maid was waiting for her to dress, she suddenly sneered.

"Madam, it's not that you don't attract mosquitoes, it's that you sleep too deeply."

She took a diorama and put it behind Qiao Yuan.

The diorama is a foreign product, which can illuminate the fluff on people's faces clearly, and has become popular in Beijing circles in recent days.

The mirror clearly shows the situation on the back of Qiao Yuan's neck.

On the white and translucent skin, there are red marks scattered here and there, and from a distance, the beautiful crops are as beautiful as red plums in the snow, dotted behind the moist shoulders, inexplicably fragrant.

The red marks are distributed slightly lower, like the marks of a wild beast, hidden under the collar and are not usually easy to find.

Qiao Yuan reached out and touched it back, and the red marks were exposed from the white fingers, and the contrast was strong.

The simple little beauty didn't understand these things originally, but she had a man like Meng Lang, and when she was in love, almost every inch of snow skin on her body was left with such traces.

Qiao Yuan thought of the vague gaze around him recently, fiery and focused, but every time he looked up to look for it, he was nowhere to be seen.

The maid took the incense powder and came over, and saw the beauty with deep eyes and deep thoughts, her eyelashes were long and thick, trembling like a butterfly.

Moonlight enters the house

There was a slight movement from the window, Qiao Yuan closed his eyes, his fingers under the brocade quilt curled, and the satin was grabbed with a trace of folds.

The room was covered with carpets, but the people who came seemed to be too strong, so that although they deliberately lightened their steps, the sound of slight footsteps still reached Qiao Yuan's ears.

Knock knock knock

For a moment, I couldn't tell if it was the footsteps of someone coming or her heartbeat.

The visitor walked through the screen and walked to the couch.

Qiao Yuan felt his proficiency and gritted his teeth.

The veil was lifted and quickly closed.

Qiao Yuan could really feel the breath of the other person in the tent, getting closer and closer, and finally stopped at the side of her face.

(End of chapter)