Girl Shen's strategy for chasing his wife

After agreeing to wait for half an hour, she took white silk to cover Qinghe's eyes, turned around and walked out quickly.

The inner room is quiet, even if the eyes are covered and the heart is like a mirror.

A Chi, no matter how old he is, seems to have an inexhaustible romantic enthusiasm, and he comes up with a lot of ghost ideas.

Sometimes it's a rascal, sometimes it's shy and innocent, as if it's never tasted meat, it's quite cute.

She was waiting in peace, not getting close for a long time, she herself was a little ready to move, just take the present, knowing that A Chi had prepared a surprise for her, but when she didn't see the surprise, her heart was clamoring violently.

Knowing the taste by eating marrow, after tasting the goodness she gave, I will never forget it.

Qinghe sighed and smiled.

She likes this kind of never forgetting, living with hope and taste, so that it is worthwhile to come to this world.

Half a quarter of an hour can be said to be long or short, especially for those who have hope in their hearts, half an hour is enough time to climb tens of thousands of mountains, twist and turn to wrap themselves in it.

The sight was blinded, and the flickering candlelight could be vaguely seen through the snow-white silk, Qinghe waited patiently.

The sound of light footsteps spread to the eardrums from far and near, she raised her lips, it was red lips and white teeth, a beauty like jade.

That section of snowy neck 'looked' in the direction of the sound source, and Chi Heng saw her appearance with itch in his bones.

"A Chi?"

"Ah."

After confirming that it was her, Qing He reached out to take off the white silk covering his sight, but Chi Heng said in time: "Don't take it off!"

"Why aren't you allowed to pick it up again?" The beauty complained coquettishly, "I can't see you..."

"Don't pick it, Wanwan."

Before and after, Chi Heng has been a "gentleman" for about a year, he can see and feel it, but he can't eat it.

It's like putting a piece of fragrant meat on your mouth, and you can't eat it in your stomach regardless of this or that.

Now came the chance to have sex, she stabilized her mind and coaxed attentively: "Wanwan, you are so beautiful."

Obedient and listen to the sound, clear and angry at her lustful.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the ground dragon was burning vigorously, and the floor of the inner room was covered with a thick and soft woolen blanket, and the soles of the feet were warm when you stepped on it with bare feet.

Lift the person from the seat with both hands.

Qinghe couldn't see her, and groped her arms indulgently on her shoulders - she probably guessed what A Chi wanted to do.

The dignified and beautiful empress wore snow socks and stepped on a thick woolen blanket, wearing a hibiscus-colored gold silk embroidered dress, her waist was not full, and after giving birth, the place became more and more exquisite and rounded, with snow skin and jade neck, beautiful The color rushes to the face.

Chi Heng's throat rolled, and his heart trembled: "Sister..."

He couldn't 'see' her, and hearing this unsteady voice, Qing He's heart was lost due to her shouting.

She can roughly imagine what kind of mood A Chi is in at the moment, it's okay if she doesn't want to, but when she thinks about it, her legs and feet go limp.

She pursed her lips and asked knowingly, "Why did you bring me here?"

Before that, Chi Heng liked her sparkling eyes the most, but it was only in this situation that she realized that Wanwan's eyes were more scratching her heart than with her eyes open.

Snow-white silk, ink-like hair, red lips and white teeth, opening and closing, especially attractive.

It's hard to control yourself.

Her flirtatious beauty's pointed chin, her heart pounding wildly.

It was said that little Bie was better than a newlywed, so she frowned, thinking that standing here and letting her frivolous elder sister be more attractive than the wedding night.

Pure and pure, full of mature sweet fragrance.

"Sister, what did you come here for?"

The obsessive delusion of childhood has come true in an instant, the pure white blanket decorated with hibiscus color can be piled up on the thin and white ankles, the beauty is like flowers swaying in the spring breeze, delicate and shameless.

Qing He bit his lips and remained silent, swallowing the joy that was about to burst out, so as not to let this person get carried away.

"Sister, I really like my sister..."

One after another murmured, people's faces turned red, and Qinghe was about to lose his footing.

Until one hand stabilized her trembling waist, Chi Heng knelt down: "My sister is still too thin, just like Huai Youning, plump and soft..."

She talks a lot.

Rambling, endless.

Qinghe always felt too ashamed to mention their youngest daughter in this situation.

However, every word that Chi Heng uttered hit her heart, bringing subtle tremors to her soul.

She has seen her most vulnerable appearance, she has seen her most embarrassing appearance, it seems that she has actively participated in this life, no matter whether it is good or bad, and she is not willing to watch.

Squeeze into her heart, into her softest secrets that need to be cared for.

She remembered again that A Chi said he liked to see her chubby, and he held back his laughter, and the scene of this man crying louder than You Ning suddenly appeared in her mind, with lingering thoughts, softer than catkins in spring.

The iceberg sincerely melts into water.

"You, stop talking..."

Chi Heng liked her voice the most at this time, and his brows were filled with joy: "I don't say anything, can my sister say it?"

To be left or right is to bully people in different ways.

Qing He was so angry that he thumped her shoulder softly, like a tickle.

She laughed directly: "Wanwan, why are you so nice, you need to hit me hard."

If it wasn't covered by white silk, she would definitely be able to see the beauty's red eyes filled with longing and grievances, the tails of her eyes hanging tremblingly, and the wind blows, she is crumbling.

It's so beautiful.

"Sister, I want to hear you speak, I want to hear you call me, and I want to hear you say you love me."

"There are so many things you want to hear..."

She raised her head, was about to be bullied and cried, and kept holding back.

Chi Heng's heart was ruthlessly amazed by her, and his actions instantly had the decisiveness of a wolf cub.

The rain hits the rose.

Snowflakes gently cover the red bricks and green tiles, and the imperial city is towering and silent in the wind and snow.

In the Yongshou Palace, the Empress Dowager Chi and the Emperor hugged each other, enjoying the family happiness with their grandchildren.

Knowing that Fengyi Palace hadn't passed on the food, the emperor thought for a while, and then blushed, obviously knowing his daughter's temperament very well.

Empress Dowager Chi talked and laughed at Yan Yan: "It's good to be young."

Invigorated and refreshed.

Chi Yan, who was no longer young, raised his eyebrows unconvinced when he heard this.

The Empress Dowager Chi had no time to pay attention to him, she said "An'an" and then "Ningning".

The emperor coughed twice, with the intention of reminding the person next to his pillow to praise him as "the style is still the same", but when he heard his cough, the Queen Mother Chi hurriedly hugged the two-month-old little princess, as if she was afraid that the child would be troubled by him. strength.

Chi Yan was hit hard.

As father and daughter, his treatment is not a little bit worse than Chi Heng's.

His Majesty the Empress has a queen who loves her more than her life. The empress can't bear to lie down on the thick woolen blanket, her mind wandering back and forth like a dream.

Chi Heng put his arms around that slender waist and fished it into his arms: "Sister's body is still too weak."

Qinghe leaned on her for a long while without recovering.

The appearance of her dazedly struggling to wake up was so cute, Chi Heng raised his hand and took off the white silk that covered her eyes, seeing a pair of beautiful moist and absent-minded eyes as he wished, and his breath stagnated.

"Wanwan, don't look at me like that."

The atmosphere is just right, breath can be heard.

The wind blows the white plums outside the window, and the plum blossoms are scattered in the air, bright red and white.

Qinghe's consciousness gradually came back, looking at His Majesty who was dressed in unscrupulous clothes, his pretty face blushed, and he buried her softly in the crook of her neck: "Then what do you want me to think of you?"

As soon as the sound came out, Chi Heng regretted coaxing her with too many nonsense words before, and took a small mouthful of honey water to feed her.

The throat was moistened, and the lost physical strength slowly recovered. Qing He looked at the rather exotic His Majesty with great interest--slender waist and thin legs, not to be coquettish, and a glance can really amplify one's thoughts.

Noticing the look in her eyes, Chi Heng smiled lightly: "Sister likes it?"

"I like it." She added, "I like your clothes."

Let her wear this dress, forget it.

Compared to wearing this pitifully scanty half-covered fabric, maybe A Chi prefers that she doesn't wear it.

"You look good." She praised from the bottom of her heart.

It can only be worn for me to see.

"It's for you to see alone." Chi Heng whispered to her ear: "There are a lot of interesting ones, I'll show my sister one by one."

The Dayou dynasty was rich and the people were strong, and the small countries around them paid tribute every year with the intention of making good friends. This time the little princess was born, and knowing that the empress had deep feelings for her, she sent a lot of things as she liked.

Qinghe was overjoyed by what she said, and resented her for being shameless.

It was cold in winter, and the two hugged each other tiredly and crookedly.

"Sister." Chi Heng looked at her expression and said: "Sister's body still needs to take care of herself."

"What do you want to say?"

She was silent for a while: "Sister, I have researched the double cultivation technique..."

Back then, the bandits in Yingshan confiscated the most precious treasure of the Acacia School, the Sutra of Joy like a Dream, from the head of the female university.

Chi Heng couldn't bear the fact that this exercise was really set on fire, so she read it carefully before being burned, and she memorized [-]% of the contents inside.

Combining the principles of the "Like a Dream and Joyful Sutra" and carrying forward her self-enlightened yin and yang, the "evil" in the evil method is completely eliminated, which is a brand new orthodox method.

She once showed this method to the uncle, and the two discussed it and continued to improve it.

Afterwards, Jiang Xing said, she never dared to come up with this method.

She devoted herself to studying this way behind Wanwan's back, fearing that she would offend the other party, so she deliberately picked such an opportunity and wore a deceptive outfit.

According to what she thought, even if Wanwan wanted to bite someone in a hurry, she would be reluctant to do so.

It has to be said that she really figured out the thoughts of her sweetheart.

Qing He had some fun with her, just when he was happy with her, seeing her pitifully wearing the seductive little clothes, his heart softened, how could he have the heart to scold her?

"I don't let you study that thing, because I'm afraid you will go astray."

"This is not a crooked way, and the uncle also said it is feasible."

Jiang Xing is the leader of the Taoist sect, so her words are naturally full of authority.

"Sister..." Chi Heng pestered her and said, "Just let me go.

"This exercise is the orthodox method of Taoism. No one can say that it is wrong. You and I are fellow practitioners. When the time comes, we will all be well, so it will last for a long time."

The phrase "long long time" can be said to touch Qinghe's deepest thoughts.

A person's lifespan is limited in this life, and with her physique, even if she gets rid of the cold poison, she will lose too much earlier, and her lifespan cannot be compared with ordinary people.

My aunt once said that she was born with a declining fate, and my uncle said the same thing.

It's just that now that she is a queen, the blessings from heaven have made up for some of the shortcomings. If she is assisted by the luck of the emperor, and the combination and cultivation are wonderful, she will not end up in an early death.

A Chi has done his best for her, she knows how precious this kindness is.

Even if a person with extraordinary talent wants to create an orthodox exercise, it will be impossible in five or six years.

There are many unknown efforts, attempts, and expectations of this person behind a piece of kung fu. Qing He's nose was slightly sour: "You."

"Did my sister agree?"

Qinghe nodded: "I am a fellow practitioner with you."

Chi Heng was ecstatic, took her by the hand and said, "Wanwan, you don't know how wonderful this technique of mine is, not to mention prolonging life, and it's also the most suitable for women after pregnancy. ..."

The chatterbox opened, Qinghe didn't quite understand the profound and obscure martial arts principles she said, but looking at A Chi who was beaming with joy, she knew that she was favored.

"Sister, sister, do you think it's okay?"

Qinghe was distracted for a moment and didn't hear clearly, but still replied intimately: "Okay."

"No matter what I say, my sister will agree?"

"What's wrong with that?"

Chi Heng smiled at her: "Sister, tell me I love you again, okay?"

"..."

This man.

The pointed canine teeth were exposed, and he smiled extraordinarily badly.