Lord Prime Minister washes and sleeps

Gong Chengnan lost his biological mother when he was young, but his stepmother didn't dare to stop him from studying. Later, he became the prince's companion to study. He was taught by today's great Confucians, and he didn't think the opportunity to study is so precious. Now he knows that his little girl Wanting to learn, he didn't feel that it was a waste or a waste, but instead he aroused the desire to be a teacher.

"Nonsense! Just learn a few simple characters, what's the waste?" Gong Chengnan said so, took the Four Treasures of the Study that she bought later, spread paper on the table, let Luo Holly sit down, hold the pen, Standing at the back by myself, I carefully planned to start teaching.

Luo Shukui had never held a pen before. At first, she was holding the round pen holder. It was her wrist that was supposed to be fixed, but her whole body was stiff. , couldn't help chuckling.

"Don't be nervous, I'll be watching your movements from behind!" Gong Chengnan pressed the paper with one hand, and then wrapped her hand holding the pen with the other, with the ink stained, she picked up the pen and was about to write on the rough white paper.

"Pick up the pen... point, press... move horizontally... then rise up and slowly close the pen."

She only wrote one stroke, but Luo Shukui felt as if she had written several large characters. Looking at the first word she wrote with slightly bright eyes, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction in her heart.

Seeing her silly smile, Gong Chengnan couldn't help laughing too, "This is one, then let's learn the next few numbers."

One was teaching patiently, the other was studying earnestly. Before they knew it, the night was getting late, and a pile of rough paper had been written, and the two of them still had something to say.

In the end, Luo Shukui, who was learning to write for the first time, said that his hands were sore, so he stopped regretfully.

"That's it for today, let's continue tomorrow." Gong Chengnan looked at Luo Shukui who was leaning against his chest, and suddenly remembered that a long time ago, those women in the prime minister's mansion also competed to be a red sleeve. It's just that at that time, he always felt that those women were extremely stupid, even if they were taught, they didn't understand. In addition, those women's long-term intrigue made him feel that he had never met anyone who really understood him.

Only tonight did he realize how wrong he was in the past.

Where in this world is a smart person, you must go with a smart person, or should you say that a confidant must be a smart person?

Just like tonight, even though she didn't know a single word, but teaching her stroke by stroke, he was actually gentle and tender in his heart, and he only wished that this kind of time could last longer.

A novice learning to write. After holding the pen for an hour, she felt that her hands were sore. At first, Luo Shukui felt that he was a little awkward behind him, which even made people blush and heartbeat. After writing for half an hour, she no longer I'm not in the mood to think about that anymore, I just want to quickly collect my things and go back to bed to sleep.

Gong Chengnan looked at her so tired that her eyes were half-closed, her already fair skin was a bit charming under the light of the candlelight, her long hair was scattered on his chest, and the faint fragrance of her hair was like this If there seems to be nothing to seduce him.

She was only wearing a tube top and a white narrow-sleeve top and skirt, so thin that he could see the spring light inside, especially at the collar of the shirt, the red tube top was looming, the shallow gully before, now There were already obvious dents, so he couldn't help but lower his head, and whispered hoarsely next to her ear.

"I'll write a poem, wait for you to read it to me, okay?"

"Yeah!" Luo Shukui had never rejected him, and she was a little tired, so she responded with a slightly nasal voice.

He raised his hand, dipped the pen in the ink, and quickly wrote on the rough paper with a touch of cursive style in hairpin lowercase script, and wrote Zheng Nai's heart, not pity for his son-in-law first.Long is late at night, if you don't want to, you will get into the mandarin quilt, and you will untie Luo Chang, and stand on the back of the silver vat, but say you but go to bed first.

After he finished writing each sentence, she read it to her. Her soft and waxy voice groaned lazily, but it felt strange, especially the last sentence.

"Da Lang, this word... is also funny! Just say something like this to let you sleep first, and you can make a word?" Luo Shukui giggled, leaning lightly on his chest, feeling a little dizzy.

The smell and temperature of his body, in this slightly chilly night, will always make her forget the reservedness of her daughter's family, and lean towards him naturally.

Gong Chengnan smiled at her meaningfully, "Yes! It's kind of funny, but vulgar is elegant, and this word has no meaning, at least it fits my current state of mind!"

"What kind of mood does it fit? What does this poem mean? Could it be that people are going to sleep?" She couldn't help laughing again, until she found that her shirt had slipped halfway, and his warm lips and tongue were slowly stroking Her shoulders made her tremble.

"Da Lang..." She raised her face, her whole body was almost arched, she wanted to dodge but was unable to dodge.

He slowly kissed her shoulder, and then his lips lingered around her neck and under her ears, and his deep voice slowly explained the meaning of the word.

"This is about a young wife who has not yet learned how to show love to her husband, and then the husband wants to undress her, and she shyly says don't help, you go to bed first... You think, should I ask this? Or do you want to follow the example of that little girl and drive me to bed?"

As she became more and more beautiful, he couldn't bear it anymore. It just so happened that the atmosphere was intimate today, so he couldn't help but use a poem as a test.

It was just a temptation, but he kept teasing her with his hands and lips, so that she almost collapsed in his arms after a while, and could only moan softly and be speechless.

"It seems that you want to do it the other way around, so let me serve you as a husband and sleep first!" He hugged her by the waist, and the rough paper on the table was caught by the clothes of the two of them, scattered like a floor fly.

With a blushing face, she turned her head away, her jacket fell on the road following the two of them, and even her tube top fell on the footrest in front of the bed.

The candlelight reflects the spring, and the bed curtain is occasionally pulled lightly by a pair of borrowed arms. With heavy panting and moaning, the scattered moonlight reflects the spring in the room.

The night was deep, and Yue'er also hid behind the clouds, waiting for the clouds and rain in the world to pass.