Zhen Guo Princess GL

This autumn is just right for the coolness. In the afternoon, if you wear a jacket and a coat, you will not be cold anymore, and you will not sweat after walking around.She walked through the path very comfortably, and went around to the small hall. The palace people outside the door were used to her coming and going quietly, each doing their own duties, without being alarmed. One or two saw her stop, as if hesitating. Then she pointed lightly towards the side hall, she nodded and smiled, and tiptoed around, seeing Wan'er was reading the papers at the desk, with a slight frown between her brows, as if there was something incomprehensible, even she didn't notice it when she got close .

It was Xiao Xi who called out, and Wan'er woke up from deep thought, put away this chapter, and greeted her: "Are you here?"

She smiled softly: "The yard is set up, do you want to go and have a look?" Her eyes fell on a pile of three memorials in front of the case, knowing that Wan'er is used to picking out difficult things and putting them on her right hand, thinking that the world will be peaceful in the near future , it didn't look like there should be any difficulties, so I couldn't help raising my eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

A trace of hesitation flashed in Wan'er's eyes, and she picked up the Shuzou lightly in a moment, and presented it respectfully: "He Xinminzuo, Chunguan Langzhong, please marry Cui Mingde and Dugu Shao." After a moment's pause, Fang said: "Suzhengtaizuo Liu Houde, the servant of the local official, and Feng Yongchang from the princess's place are corrupt and pervert the law."

She understood Wan'er's hesitation just now, she didn't want to point it out, she only narrowed her eyes slightly and said: "Who is in Suzhengtai?"

Wan'er said: "They are all newly elected censors in the past one or two years. One is from the Lu family, and the other is the son of the king and Shan."

She frowned, thinking that Wang Jishan died of old age, she unconsciously said in a low voice: "Scholar." Wan'er glanced at her, then took her hand and said, "Azhao just said that the yard has been repaired?"

She knew what the little thing was thinking, but she still nodded, helped the little thing out, and walked along the promenade to the yard. Along the way, she saw the vegetation undulating with the rockery, lakes and stones, like the scattered mountains, going down the promenade, into the bamboo forest , stepping on the stone slabs, walked dozens of steps around the winding path, and saw two vegetable fields, in which there were specially dug from the greenhouse to meet the occasion. The vegetable field is sandwiched by a bamboo door. It's a chrysanthemum, and Wan'er smiled when she saw the chrysanthemum: "Tao Yuanming said, 'Pluck chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and you can see Nanshan leisurely'. The original mood should be sparse and well-organized, so that you can have a leisurely attitude, like you who are full of flowers. Blooming, crowding, I'm afraid I'm too busy picking flowers, how can I be so leisurely?"

She muttered: "Who said that after planting so many flowers, you must pick them? One or two hairpins are for elegance, and if you pick one, you must be a flower dealer."

Wan'er glanced at her with a smile, but she didn't say a word. She also felt that she was a little unreasonable, but she was not guilty-whoever taught her to be the emperor, since she was the emperor, she was the biggest busy person in the world. Comparable?Entering the inside, one room still has a repaired stove, and the cooking utensils are placed, but they are not used by farmers, but new iron pots made by Fengtian Bureau, and the dishes and cups are also brand new. Set of ironware.

Wan'er was very curious, half bent down, stretched out her hand to caress the iron pot, opened the other things one by one, looked at each of them, turned her head and smiled and said: "How many pieces of this thing can be made at one time?"

She knew what Wan'er meant, and hated these memorabilia a little bit, and A Wan, who made her tired, was so vulgar, and reluctantly said: "These few things cost hundreds of thousands of dollars." She smiled, and said: "It's a pity You are weak, otherwise I will ask them to build a stove, and you are here to forge iron, which is the style of Gaoshi."

Wan'er glanced at her, half coquettishly said: "Qiniang."

She just smiled, tugged at Wan'er, and went to the main bed, where it was simpler than here, only a high bed and a box of clothes, she took out the clothes inside, it was a crane feather cloak, like a fairy Looking at Wan'er, he smiled and said, "Usually, I think you walk calmly, and there are people who are better than Lingbo. If you wear this fairy clothes, you will look like a fairy."

Wan'er smiled and said, "You're too much, I don't look like a fairy, but you like it in your heart, so it seems that I like it too."

She said: "It's really like a fairy, it's not to coax you - if you don't believe me, you can see through it?"

Wan'er glanced at her: "No." Seeing that she was not very happy, she said, "Xu Changshou also wore it, didn't he?"

She was startled, and it took her a while to think about it, and she didn't find it funny: "When did that happen, do you still remember?"

Wan'er said: "I still remember when it happened. Now I feel upset when I see these gods and alchemy. I want to wear you. I won't wear them."

She knew that this little thing was not for Xu Changshou, and she was afraid that she didn't want her to make alchemy anymore, but she couldn't do anything with this little thing, pinched the clothes in her hands for a while, and said half-pissed: "If you don't wear it, I will wear it." .”

Wan'er was taken aback, and looked closer at her. She had already put the feather cloak on her body - it was light and warm, and it was indeed a good thing - and walked around Wan'er for a few steps, and said with great air: "I am Son of Heaven, you are the reincarnation of the Tathagata, and you are a god, so what's the use of dressing up?" Pointing to Wan'er, he said with a smile: "You little monster, practice with me, and I will give you the ability to ascend to heaven."

Wan'er suppressed a smile, and pretended to bow down: "Your Majesty's grace, I'm deeply grateful." As soon as the words fell, she burst out laughing, and when she saw the little thing smiling, she unconsciously raised the corners of her mouth. With a sigh, he said softly: "If there is really a long-lived emperor in the world, I... would like to do it."

Wan'er shook her hand, and slowly straightened up to look at her. She didn't realize it, but turned her head lovingly, caressing the feather coat on her body -- the color of the dress was pure white, but the skirt was made of red top feathers. She feels infinitely pretty, like an elderly woman like her, who only feels bloated when dressed.

Although she knows that there is no elixir of immortality in this world, she still can't help wanting to ask for such an elixir, or if she doesn't need to live forever, she just needs to prolong her life by 30 to [-] years, so that she can spend more time with this little thing. Recite poems together, go boating together in summer, pick chrysanthemums together in autumn, and enjoy the fire together in winter—when two people are together, even the fire doesn’t have to be so hot, and they feel very warm when they lean against each other.

Wan'er gently held her hand, the young man's hand was warm, You Sheng Yuyi, when she was held by this hand, her mood improved unconsciously, she turned to look at Wan'er, but saw this little thing Looking at her steadily, there seemed to be flames burning in her eyes.

It took her a while to determine the origin of the fire. She was a little moved, but also a little funny.After all, Wan'er still has a young temperament, a little exaggeration, and she is easily moved, unlike her now, she has taken lightly on many things she was obsessed with in the past, and only occasionally will she feel unwilling, such as longevity, such as... Waner.But this is also a good thing, at least it shows that Wan'er treats her with a lot of sincerity.

She remembered the hesitation in Wan'er's eyes just now, and smiled lightly. In the smile, Wan'er had already led her to sit on the couch, and stretched out her hand to peel off her clothes.She originally thought that Wan'er was going to guide her to do the work of spreading clouds and rain, but when she saw this, she was a little stunned: "A Wan."

Wan'er has already untied her clothes, pressed her on the couch with a little force, carefully crawled on both sides of her body, leaned down slightly, bent her head on her body, and kissed her from top to bottom. Looking at every inch of her skin, those old, sagging, and no longer young skins, my hands gradually came up, from the waist to the side, and touched her chest, where she was no longer plump, and sometimes I felt embarrassed Wearing clothes that were too low, Ke Wan'er didn't show any dislike at all, she gently caressed her with both hands, as if she was not in her 70s, but in her 40s.

Being treated so tenderly by Wan'er, she unexpectedly had some unspeakable thoughts, and slowly stretched out her hand, wrapping around Wan'er's waist, a slender, soft waist with skin as smooth as jade.She slowly curled up her legs, her toes brushed against Wan'er's calf, a slender, soft calf with skin as smooth as jade.She even bent down as hard as she could, using the strength of the pillow under her body to reach Wan'er, Wan'er noticed it, and sent her body up, put her arms around her, gently nodded her head, and rubbed her chin with her chin, as docile as a little beast .The tips of their tongues finally touched, hooked together slowly and gently, and licked each other lightly.

Then Wan'er gently put her down, lay down on the couch along her side, and completely stripped off her clothes.

"Awan." In confusion, she called softly, clasping Wan'er's hand, as if ordering or pleading, "You are mine."

I don't know if Wan'er heard it, but she just felt wet all over her body, as if the Luo River had a spring flood, the wind was violent and the rain was violent, and the river was rushing.

The author has something to say: Well... I thought it would be next week, but I received a temporary notice at night that it will be tomorrow, so... this Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday will be suspended for three days... This Sunday or next Monday can be made up once, and next weekend You can make it up once, but you can't make it up again (top the pot and run away)

Notes from Baidu:

The allusion of blacksmithing: "Biography of the Scholar" said that Ji Kang "has a very skillful nature and can forge iron".Ji Kang was fond of blacksmithing. The iron shop was under a willow tree with dense branches and leaves in the back garden. He attracted a mountain spring and built a small swimming pool around the willow tree. When he was tired of blacksmithing, he jumped into the pool for a while.People who saw him either praised him for being "serious and dignified, bright and clear", or praised him for "serious as a pine, tall and gentle". "Book of Jin Ji Kang Biography" wrote: "Kang lived in poverty, and tried to forge with Xiangxiu under the big tree to support himself." This is the embodiment of its spiritual characteristics.

In fact, the essence of this chapter is:

Zetian: Little girl, give me a smile.

Wan'er: Don't laugh.

Zetian: Alright, then I will give you a laugh.

Wan'er: Pfft.

Zetian:  …