The daily life of the bandits in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 103 Conversation
"Sanggong, you are dreaming, go to Qiu Yun's room quickly." The eldest grandson Wugou, who was watching the drama, said impatiently.

Chu Yang's sweet dream was suddenly crushed by his eldest grandson Wugou.

He went to Concubine Yang's room without giving up, and the two hugged and kissed for a while. When he made this request, Concubine Yang kicked him out of the room.

Finally he walked into Qiu Yun's room, when Qiu Yun was still chasing dramas.

"Yun'er, I'm here for my husband." As he spoke, he came to the bedside.

When Qiu Yun heard Chu Yang's voice, she immediately put down the MP4 in her hand and buried her head in the quilt.

She had only communicated with Chu Yang once, and she was quite shy. Although she had read some art books, it was only rich in theory, but there was still a long way to go in practice.

It's like an innocent boy who has watched art dramas countless times, but when it comes time to practice, he still has no artistic ability.

At this time, in the room, the flame of the oil lamp on the table jumped, as if celebrating the oil in the oil dish, which was burned drop by drop.

Chu Yang walked to the bed with a smile on his face, pulled back a corner of the quilt, and looked at her blushing face.

"Yun'er, let's not rush, let's play for a while."

"Hmm" She has to be pulled to cover her face.

Chu Yang threw away the cloth on his body, lifted the brocade quilt and lay down in the yellowish light of the room.

He pulled back some quilts, allowing Qiu Yun to expose her head.

At this time, Qiu Yun slowly moved the quilt down, first showing a little bit of hair, then the white forehead, some bangs, and then the watery eyes, and finally the edge of the quilt stopped on the bridge of the nose. The little hands of the quilt.

"Yun'er, why are you covering your head, aren't you bored?" Chu Yang's tone was exceptionally gentle.

"Sir, I'm still a little shy."

"Why weren't you shy yesterday, baby." Chu Yang smiled, and then kissed her on the forehead.

"Yesterday was so sudden that I didn't even think about it. Today I was prepared, but I was still nervous."

"Relax, I'll be gentle tonight." Chu Yang put his hand under the quilt on her waist, and pulled him into his arms.

"Well, I heard from my husband." Qiu Yun blinked her eyes in fear.

After hearing this, Chu Yang hugged her affectionately and chatted with her frankly.

In fact, he didn't want Qiu Yun to just listen to him, especially in some matters, he had to take the initiative to fight for control.

"Baby, let me tell you that no matter what you do, you must take the initiative, understand?" Chu Yang pointedly pointed at her.

"Sir, what you say is so weird." Qiu Yun's bright eyes rolled around.

"No wonder, think about it carefully, will you feel a sense of accomplishment?" Chu Yang bowed.

"Yeah," said softly, "I, I understand, Mr. Xiang."

"Very well, beautiful lady please."

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Chu Yang looked up at Qiu Yun's chin, mouth and nostrils and asked, "How?"

She bent over to Chu Yang's ear, stretched her hands under Chu Yang's armpits, and hugged his shoulders.

"My lord, won't this appear to disrespect you?"

"No, it's very good." Chu Yang encouraged her with a smile.

"Sir, let's chat for a while."

"Is there something on your mind?" Chu Yang was so romantic at this moment that he was single-minded.

"I'm just afraid that one day you will neglect me." She rested her head on Chu Yang's chest.

Although she didn't care how many women Chu Yang had, she knew how painful it was to be forgotten, and she was afraid of showing herself the tragic fate of those concubines in the palace.

'Slap' Chu Yang slapped her*******
"What are you thinking, good Yun'er, when I get back to the cottage, I'll print out the calendar and mark the days I'll be with you on it, and I won't let you slip through the net."

Chu Yang also understood Qiu Yun's thoughts. In this era, women's lives are miserable and their status is low, but they are also human beings with independent ideas. There is only one husband. If there are more women, someone will always be forgotten.

Qiu Yun kissed Chu Yang: "Master, don't blame me for being sentimental, I'm just afraid."

"You don't know how much I love you, my husband holds me tight."

"Fool." Chu Yang hugged her tightly, kissed her head very earnestly, and then kissed her small mouth, very devoted.

After a while.

Chu Yang let go, and stroked the back of Qiu Yun's head: "Don't worry, baby, you are the wife I am marrying, and I will not let you become 'Mrs. Hou'."

Mrs. Hou was a woman in the "Milou" built by Emperor Sui Yang. Because Yang Guang had too many women, she was forgotten, and she committed suicide a few years later. After her death, she attracted Yang Guang's attention.

"Well, you are so kind, Mr. Xiang." She hugged Chu Yang's arms, and whispered in Chu Yang's ear, "Mister."

"Yun'er, Xianggong thinks you should learn from the washing machine at home," Chu Yang patted her on the back.

"Huh? What are you learning?" She closed her eyes and kissed Chu Yang's face, her expression a little anxious.

"Learn the virtues of washing machines."

"Xianggong, you are so annoying." Qiu Yun's voice was obviously not right.

Chu Yang covered the two of them with a quilt at once.

After a while, Concubine Yang quietly opened her door in the dark corridor outside the door, and quietly walked towards Qiu Yun's room.

Her room and Qiu Yun's room are adjacent to each other, and they are both at the corner of the corridor. She only needs to walk across at an angle, and it is the door of Qiu Yun's room.

She climbed on the door, pointed to the white paper on the door, and looked inside with her eyes closed.

Just when she was in a trance, she patted her shoulder with one hand, shivered all over, and turned her head to look.

"none"

Her mouth was covered.

"Hush, don't make any noise." Changsun Wugou said softly.

When she came out to the latrine, she saw someone lying on her stomach outside Qiu Yun's door, so she walked over.

Between Qiu Yun's bedroom and the eldest grandson Wugou's bedroom is Zheng Guanyin's bedroom.

When she came outside Qiu Yun's room, she realized it was Concubine Yang.

"Xuanxuan, what are you doing here?" Changsun Wugou looked at the hole in the door.

She knew Concubine Yang was peeking here, but she still had to ask, so as to bring the relationship between the two to a higher level.

"Sister Wugou, take a look." Concubine Yang pointed to the hole in the door.

The eldest grandson Wugou also put his eyes close together, looking at it, he really felt a little unclear.

At this time, Concubine Yang poked another hole on the other side, and she also looked up.

"Sister Wugou, are you like this too?" Concubine Yang said softly with her feet together, listening to the noise inside.

"Xuanxuan, just look at it, don't make a sound." It was the first time for Changsun Wugou to peek, and he was very excited.

This feeling is different from experiencing it yourself.

No wonder, Qiu Yun always likes to listen to the corner.

"Aren't I curious? I heard their voices in the room, so I came out to have a look. The quality of the wall is too poor."

Concubine Yang was deliberately looking for a topic, she felt that it was embarrassing for the two of them to peek like this.

But Changsun Wugou felt that it was not serious for the two of them to peek here and talk about it, so she didn't want to talk much.

"Xuanxuan, please be quiet for a while."

After Changsun Wugou finished speaking, Concubine Yang really didn't speak, not because she was obedient, but because she was attracted by the wonderful.

"Isn't our behavior a bit inappropriate?" Changsun Wugou said again, she wanted to leave, but wanted to take another look.

Concubine Yang felt a little distressed: "It's a little bit, Sister Wugou, let's watch for a while, let's go back to the room."

"it is good."

The two were outside the door and could hear each other's heartbeat and breathing.

(End of this chapter)