When Zhi Hunt Zhen returned to the Hou Mansion, it was almost noon.

Those who returned from the bamboo forest together, in addition to Xie Xuan's sisters and brothers and Kong Jiuyan, there were also four brothers and sisters of the Langya Wang family, Wang Dun, Wang Liangmi, Wang Xian, and Wang Hui, as well as several family disciples such as Zhou Chu and Tao Yujin, all of whom were leaders of the younger generation of the Great Jin Dynasty.

They have extraordinary grandeur and style, attracting passers-by to stop and watch. Especially Zhi Hunt Zhen, who was blocked by the three inner and outer three layers of the woman who rushed to hear the news, kept screaming to show love, throwing countless fresh fruits and flowers, and piling up ox carts.

It took him a long time before he struggled through the crowd and turned into Qinghua Lane.

Zhao Dieniang's car happened to be coming from the front, staggered with the ox cart, and drove out of the alley. Zhi Hunt really bowed and watched the direction of the car driving away.

Today's gathering of the Golden Branch Pavilion is located in Tangshan in the southeast corner of Jiankang City.

At the foot of the mountain, the canopy has gathered, and the clothes are fragrant and the temples are shadowed. On the winding mountain road of Jiamu's verdant trees, the springs and waterfalls are ringing, and checkpoints are set up everywhere, which are guarded by Tianluowei.

Ning Xiaoxiang stood under the green shade on the top of the mountain, looking at the lonely figure of Zhao Dieniang walking up the stairs from afar. They deliberately kept a distance from Zhao Dieniang, secretly glanced at her, whispered a few words, and always had a reserved smile on their faces.

Ning Xiaoxiang was also smiling, looking at the stone steps, the slender shadow of the woman slowly moving, like an empty molt. The sunlight fell through the gaps in the branches and leaves overhead, falling under his quiet eyes, and was swallowed up little by little.

"Mrs. Zhao. ”

When Zhao Dieniang approached, he suddenly took half a step forward and greeted politely: "I haven't seen you for a long time, is Mrs. Zhao okay?"

Zhao Dieniang was slightly stunned, and then replied: "There is Lord Lao Ning's care." ”

Several noble ladies exchanged glances in surprise, Ning Xiaoxiang, as His Majesty's confidant and important minister, was powerful, and actually took the initiative to greet a former actor.

"Now that the prince is out of breath, Madame can finally relax her mind. Ning Xiaoxiang's smile was like the summer sunshine, "It's always good to go out for a walk and make some friends." ”

Zhao Dieniang glanced at Ning Xiaoxiang unexpectedly, was silent for a moment, and said indifferently: "Lord Ning is bothered. ”

"Madame, please go this way. Ning Xiaoxiang arched his hand and leaned out of the way.

A noble lady was secretly surprised, even if it was the head of the Golden Branch Pavilion, Mrs. Le Ming, who was a relative of the emperor, Ning Xiaoxiang had never been humble or arrogant. At present, there is a trace of unusualness towards Zhao Dieniang, could it be that the mother is really precious by virtue of her son, and Yuan An has the potential to soar to the sky?

Thinking of this, the alienation between their brows is like morning dew on the petals of a flower, quickly melting into the bright sun. When passing by Zhao Dieniang's side, someone smiled and signaled.

The sound of water on the top of the mountain is murmuring, the white vapor is thick, the flowers are like brocade, the bluestone is like jade, and the natural hot spring pools of dozens of squares are shrouded in clouds and mist, distributed among the elegant mountain pavilions, surrounded by pieces of gorgeous hibiscus gauze tents. More than 100 maids knelt down on their knees with bath towels, fruit plates, flower dew, and elixir.

"Mrs. Le Ming is still bathing, Mrs. please take care of herself first. A maid came on her knees, changed into a lacquered clogs inlaid with jewels for Zhao Dieniang, and presented a soft ice silk bathrobe.

Zhao Dieniang responded, and her eyes fell on the most luxurious flower pond.

The falling flowers are colorful, gently rippling with the waves, exuding a sweet and greasy fragrance, and a white and crispy plump carcass looms in the hot mist.

Mrs. Le Ming tied a peony crimson belly pocket, and her upper body lay on the blue jade stone by the pool, her white and smooth fragrant back trembled slightly, and a drop of crystal sweat appeared.

A pair of slender hands dexterously flicked, pressed, and pinched on her back, and the ten finger bones were delicate, white as jade, without a trace of miscellaneous flaws, as if carved out of mutton fat and jade.

"Hmm...... Scold...... Hey......" Mrs. Le Ming squinted, like a big white snake writhing lazily, and a pair of towering giants swayed under the water, as if they were about to burst out.

The man in Tsing Yi stood in the pond, his palm was repeatedly massaged along the curved dorsal groove, the rhythm was not slow, the technique was light and heavy, and gradually stroked the round and delicate jade shoulder, suddenly exerted force, pinched a muscle, caused the beautiful woman to whisper and scream, and the fragrant back suddenly tightened.

The ten fingers bloom and turn gently, like the strings of a midnight moonlight, delicately and gently, and the heat between the fingers seems to penetrate deep into every pore.

“...... So comfortable, you...... Is it new?" asked Mrs. Le Ming, panting, her whole body hot and wringing her snow-white thighs uncontrollably.

"Madame, as long as you are comfortable. The man in Tsing Yi chuckled, his tone was calm, very wicked and magnetic, and his tone was elegant and mature, full of stunning charm. Mrs. Le Ming was intoxicated by his timbre, and was momentarily confused.

Suddenly, the ten fingers were like light swimming fish, sliding into Mrs. Le Ming's armpit, spinning back and forth, the water splash was picked up by the fingers, splashed on the jade neck, and flowed all the way to the abdominal navel, like a soft worm slowly wriggling.

"You're so bold!" Madame Le Ming couldn't help but moan, a flush flashing across her beautiful cheeks.

"Does Madame like me to be older or smaller?" asked the man in Tsing Yi teasingly, his fingers suddenly speeding up.

"Ah...... Don't ......" Mrs. Le Ming gasped, her trembling white jade skin shining with a red sheen. The man's hands contain irresistible magic, flicking, tapping, pressing, pinching, pinching, hooking...... The gestures are extremely subtle, touching the most intimate sensitive points in this mature and juicy body again and again.

"Madame, or not?"

"You ......"

"Me?" Mrs. Le Ming suddenly felt the hot air gushing from behind her ears, and she was pressed against the tip of her soft and wet tongue, licking it lightly, sucking away the fragrant sweat.

She snorted, her toes tightened, her delicate skin was covered with fine pimples, and a heart that had been widowed for decades became emotional in an instant.

"Madame, it's almost time, and the others are still waiting for you outside. The man in Tsing Yi slid his hand down, went deep into the hot soup, and patted his fat white buttocks.

This gentle pat, the technique is exquisite, as if it suddenly hooked the most primitive desire of a woman, deep into the empty soul. Mrs. Le Ming's carcass trembled violently, clenched her teeth, and snorted and collapsed in the hot spring pool, and a strange smell faintly wafted out.

After a while, the turbulent waters of the pool returned to calm. Mrs. Le Ming reluctantly got up, put on a purple nest silk gauze robe, and glanced at the man in Tsing Yi with silky eyes: "No matter who you are, I will send someone to take you into the house at night." ”

The man in Tsing Yi looked at the graceful and weak back of the beautiful woman, took off the Tsing Yi of the next person casually, and smiled evilly.

His face, which had been plain and unremarkable, suddenly became unparalleled: black hair like lacquer, white skin with a wicked lustre, eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, torso, and limbs all followed the most perfect proportions between heaven and earth. Even the interthigh hair grows just right, adding one root is too dense, and losing one root is too sparse.

"Congratulations to the master, congratulations to the master, and have captured the heart of a beautiful woman. A white-haired, wrinkled flea spirit on crutches and a huqin on his back popped out of the grass and smiled flatteringly.

The man took the embroidered gold robe presented by the flea spirit, put it on, and sighed lightly: "Success and Fuju, the husband is only Fuju, and it is Ephesus." ”

The flea said sarcastically: "Great master, I don't read much, what does this mean?"

The man looked at a white cloud in the clear sky with his hand in the distance, his expression was leisurely, and the embroidered gold robe marked with the emblem of the sun and the moon fluttered lightly in the wind: "Love is natural, if people possess it, this love will eventually pass away." Only put it in heaven and earth, because heaven and earth are immortal, so love lasts forever. ”

"Yes, yes, the master is profound, and I am amazed. The flea spirit Lao Lai nodded frequently, and secretly slandered himself, you just played and didn't want it, what kind of text did you drag?

"Did Luo Wei find out what he did to Tuke in those days?" the man's voice sank, and his phoenix eyes were cold.

"I've marked them, they're all on Tangshan, and they can't run away. Lao Lai's eyebrows danced and said, the beautiful moment of blood sucking has finally arrived.

"Let's get started. The man slung a gorgeous blue fox fur over his shoulders and walked slowly out of the tent, the light distorting and bypassing him as if invisible.

The flea spirit walked in front to lead the way, picked up the huqin, and sang while playing:"

On the other side of the mountain, there is a Gu Zhenjun on the other side of the sea,

He was tall and handsome,

He is dashing and intelligent,

He lives freely in the green Sun and Moon Ridge,

He is versatile, affectionate, and golden.

Ah, great Gu Zhenjun!

Ah, great Gu Zhenjun!

His wisdom and courage have won the hearts of beauties.

He sings, dances, has fun, and has sex with him!"

In the sound of thin strings, blood splattered.