Chapter 92: The Heart of Repayment
It's summer, and the days are getting longer, and it's just past midnight, and it's already dawning.
There was also movement in the Zhuangzi, the servants were cooking, and a new day began.
The man in Xuanyi walked on the bluestone road, originally a simple and introverted temperament, after this period of cultivation, the pressure between the eyebrows became more and more profound.
On the way, servants kept greeting the lord, and some people were envious.
They knew that this lord was a red man in front of the lady, and he was originally a guard, but now he seemed to be more important, although he didn't know what he was doing, but seeing his more and more pressing momentum, it was obviously not an ordinary matter.
Da Zhuang's expression was faint, and he walked through the saluting crowd and came to a courtyard.
Seeing the familiar scene, Gujing Wubo's expression finally changed, and there were ripples in the depths of his eyes.
The servants in the courtyard knew the lady's routine, and the lady had not woken up at this hour, so they deliberately bypassed the lady's house, which was very quiet at this time.
Da Zhuang stood on the steps, and through a door, he seemed to feel the breath of his wife.
The warm fragrance is mellow, and the innocence is unique and seductive.
Suppressing the faster and faster heartbeat in his chest, Da Zhuang gently pushed the door open.
The familiar fragrance of the room poured in as soon as the sturdy man entered, first tentatively staining the clothes outside.
Seeing that the man did not react, he left traces on the thick and stiff hair with pampering and pride, and slowly went down, brushing his face affectionately, and going deep into the tight placket little by little.
In less than a moment, from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, the man was wrapped in the unique and charming dark fragrance of the woman, but he was not disgusted at all, and his expression was still a little enjoyable.
The interior of the house is dimly lit, creating an atmosphere of undercurrents.
Before he came back, Da Zhuang was like an arrow, and now that he has stepped into this house, he is not in a hurry.
The sound of heavy footsteps was drowned out by the expensive carpet, and the soft fluff sank deep and slowly returned.
A layer of veil was put in front of the carved rosewood bed, which was supposed to protect the people in the couch, but the man's gaze was too hot.
The light veil could not resist it, so it could only take a step back tremblingly.
The quilt was kicked under the bed, so the last layer of protection was removed, and the people who came to see the most beautiful posture in the world.
The beauty faced the bed, fell asleep on her side, her long eyelashes hanging down unconsciously, and a faint flush appeared on her snow-white cheeks.
A head full of green silk is spread on the jade pillow, with the coolness of summer.
Da Zhuang knows from the experience of sharing a bed several times that the delicate and soft little beauty is extremely restless in sleep, if there is no him to hold her, I don't know how many times she will roll over in one night.
So at the moment, there is also a cheap uninvited guest.
Qiao Yuan was afraid of the heat, and the bed clothes he wore were light and soft, and after a night of rolling, they were already messy.
The snow skin is greasy and white and silky, and the feel is as good as fine silk, which is often the most coveted by fierce beasts, and it is easy to leave a mark, if it is on the couch, I don't know what kind of blasphemy to suffer.
What should be seen and what should not be seen are all in the eyes of men.
Rays of light peeked in through the window lattice.
When Qiao Yuan woke up, he saw the figure in front of the table through the veil, rubbed his eyes and got up slowly: "You're back, how is your new errand?" “
During this time, Da Zhuang was dealing with things outside, he had no memory, he was already at a disadvantage, and he had to find out the current situation in Shangjing first.
Fortunately, the instinct in the depths of his memory is still there, do it all over again, get started quickly, and the henchman has been at a loss from the beginning, and now he is confident.
The veil was lifted, and Da Zhuang lowered his eyebrows and helped his wife up, "Everything is going well, and the attitude of my colleagues is also very good." “
It's so good that it doesn't look like it's a colleague, and its words and deeds are even a little respectful and fearful.
When Qiao Yuan heard his words, his sleepiness dissipated a little, and he couldn't help but open his eyes to look at him.
Fortunately, Da Zhuang is an honest and honest man, who doesn't seem to notice her weakness, and thoughtfully squats down to help the delicate lady put on her shoes.
Qiao Yuan sat on the edge of the bed, looked at his face for a while, and said perfunctorily: "Xu is everyone is very helpful. “
Helpful?
This lady seems to be well protected by the Duke of Zhenguo, and does not know anything about what they do.
Da Zhuang thought about what he had seen during this time, and playfully hooked the corners of his lips.
Qiao Yuan read the script until late at night before going to bed yesterday, and now he is still a little sleepy, and he just wants to sleep back, and a big hand is attached to his thin waist.
"I just went to see Xiao Shizi, he has woken up, do you want to accompany him to breakfast?"
Yesterday, Qiao Yuan originally promised to sleep with the cubs, but the new arrivals were so good-looking that she completely forgot about her son.
Qiao Yuan was a little weak-hearted, and he didn't sleep anymore, thinking that he would coax Brother Ting later, and let Da Zhuang take her behind the screen to wash.
She was used to being taken care of by men, so she closed her eyes with peace of mind, and the hot handkerchief was applied to her face, which was comfortable, and Qiao Yuan felt even more sleepy.
"Madam, I don't even know how to repay me for helping me find such a good errand."
Qiao Yuan heard Da Zhuang's words full of gratitude, and said with relief: "You just do a good job, you deserve it." “
It seems to be some signal.
The beauty felt his movements pause, and then she was helped to her feet, leaning against the screen.
There is a screen in front of him, and behind him is the man's scorching body temperature, which makes people feel absurd that they are confined in a small space and cannot escape.
Qiao Yuan moved uneasily, being hugged from behind, too close, the iron arm around his waist was thick and powerful, and the thin waist was so fragile that it seemed to break if it was broken.
"How's that going to work?" Da Zhuang's voice was a little distressed, as if he was thinking about how to repay his wife.
The beauty's heart skipped a beat, the sense of crisis had not yet risen, and the bedgown ties on her waist were untied.
The bedding is made of silk, with the delicate snow skin of the beauty, and as soon as the knot is loosened, it immediately slides off like a snowflake.
Qiao Yuan hurriedly opened his eyes, and his thin white fingers grabbed the placket of his clothes indiscriminately.
But she was already sleepy and dazed, and her reaction was half a beat slower.
The shoulders of the snow are half exposed, and the round shoulders are still covered with a beautiful thin powder, like the first stamens blooming on the branches of a peach tree.
Qiao Yuan heard Da Zhuang speak in her ear, his tone was sincere, and his breath sprayed on the white and tender neck, causing a slight tremble.
"I don't have anything to grow, and I haven't read a book, so I may have to sell my strength."
What kind of madness is there in the blue sky and daylight.
Qiao Yuan hurriedly gathered his clothes, but the person behind him kept sticking over, hugging him tighter and tighter, and the breath exhaled by the two blended in this small world.
She felt like she was going to be out of breath, and said angrily, "You let go." “
I thought I would have to go through a lot of tugging, but as soon as I finished speaking, the man withdrew his hand in a kind way, and even pulled the collar of his wife's clothes up a little to cover the greedy whiteness.
(End of chapter)