Honglouchun

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When we returned to the small courtyard of Ningfu, the night was already dark.

All three girls fell asleep.

Most of the candles were also extinguished, leaving only one or two oil lamps, not bright, emitting a faint light in the dark night.

Jia Qiang went to the fire room by herself, washed up roughly, and returned to the room.

On the bed in the main bedroom, Xiang Ling hid under the brocade quilt and fell asleep soundly.

I don't know if it is the shadow left by that year, it seems that curling up in the quilt can give her some sense of security...

However, if Jia Qiang was lying on the bed, she would immediately entangle her, at least when she hugged one arm tightly, she would show her head and fall asleep.

Jia Qiang came back from injury, why did she cry so much that she couldn't help herself.

It is because she is afraid that she will lose the only patron saint in her life, just like the father in the eyes of a daughter...

Well, Jia Qiang won't disturb my good daughter's sleep...

On the accompanying couch, Qingwen sleeps on her side.

She is a tough person, even though she was bullied many times by Jia Qiang intentionally or unintentionally, what she said was fierce, but she just spat with a blushing face, but even so, she refused to climb onto that bed.

Jia Qiang thought for a while, and also fulfilled her.

Another reason is that this girl's body is actually not that good.

Otherwise, I wouldn't stay up all night and die from typhoid fever...

Therefore, Jia Qiang wanted her to take care of her well.

After thinking about the safe reason, Jia Qiang turned around and left the front bed, and walked into the ear room.

In a small room, it is clean and full of the fragrance of camellia...

Taking advantage of the faint yellow light of the flame on the table that was about to go out, Jia Qiang saw a beautiful woman lying on her side on the bed.

He stepped forward step by step, standing by the bed, quietly looking at this girl who seemed to be gentle and gentle even when she was sleeping.

Pinger...

He didn't have much social life before, so insisting on wanting her was Jia Qiang's wayward and domineering behavior.

It's all because when I was studying in the Red Chamber in my previous life, I liked this delicate, kind, gentle and understanding girl very much.

I feel pity for her fate and tragic ending.

If Jia Qiang couldn't protect himself, he would naturally not do anything.

But now that he has reached the point where he likes a girl, it is not too much to ask her to come over.

He will also try his best to let this girl who is now his own live a happy life.

Slowly sitting on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to hold Ping'er's catkin that was originally placed in front of him.

Slender, small, frail and boneless.

Looking at his face again, his eyebrows are like a distant mountain with black hair, his skin is like a peach blossom and his smile is on his face, his hair is like floating clouds...

Although Jia Qiang is now a Marquis, he is still the commander of the Five Cities Army and Ma Sidu, the huge Duke’s Mansion is his home, and there is an industrial island on the other side of Yangzhou, which has become a constant source of golden eggs for him. chicken...

But most of the time, Jia Qiang doesn't feel any pride.

First of all, his little power is not worth mentioning right now, and in terms of gold and silver... there are not many things he wants to buy.

It seems that only when facing the girls around him can Jia Qiang realize that he is already so awesome...

Fingers gently slid across Ping'er's cheeks, warm and fragrant nephrite.

Then I saw that the eyelashes of Ping'er's closed eyes trembled slightly.

Her sleep doesn't seem deep...

This is also the reason. Girls have to serve people since they were young.

If they all sleep deeply like Xiangling, how can they still serve their master?

Xiangling is a helpless girl who can't be changed even by scolding...

Ping'er slowly opened his eyes and saw Jia Qiang.

I was startled suddenly, and then her pretty face turned red, and her soft and soft voice became softer and sweeter, and she said with a nervous smile: "Master Hou is back, why...why don't you go to rest? Yes, I want to take a bath Do you still want tea? I'll go prepare..."

After all, get up and get out of bed.

Just as she sat up, she was embraced by Jia Qiang, and with a little more effort, she sat on her lap with her waist in her arms.

"oops!"

Ping'er was impatiently ashamed, nervous and afraid, but also had a trace of expectation. After all, she was also a daughter's family.

Jia Qiang hugged her waist tightly, domineeringly forbidding her to struggle, the two were close at hand, but Ping'er was too panicked to look into his eyes...

Jia Qiang said softly, "Good sister, will you be my woman tonight?"

Ping'er's delicate and pretty face was full of shyness, like a delicate camellia swaying in the wind.

But in this case, how can I answer...

Ping'er just turned his face to one side, but he didn't refuse.

Jia Qiang hugged her horizontally, gently shook her left hand, and held one of her delicate bare feet in her hand.

Ping'er's whole body seemed to be exhausted, leaning against Jia Qiang's arms, mustering up all the courage and remaining strength, raised his eyelids, and looked at Jia Qiang with eyes like autumn water.

Jia Qiang said dotingly, "I will never let you down for the rest of my life."

Ping'er was finally able to speak, and his voice was like weeping and complaining, and he called softly: "Master..."

Jia Qiang's bones were going to be crisp, so she rubbed her body!

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The next morning...

It's not too early in the morning, it's about three poles high in the sun.