The Counterfeit Madam Hou

Ten days later, Xue Mufeng went into the palace.

Because it is the season when chrysanthemums are in bloom, a pot of autumn chrysanthemums are neatly arranged in the palace. Flowers bloom in front of the Wude Hall, and the Emperor Yan, dressed in a dragon robe, stands in the center, pulling the bowstring intently, aiming at the bearskin arrow target beyond ninety steps.

The slender **** were slightly loose, and the arrow in his hand came out of the string. Only the bowstring made of beef tendon was still shaking uneasily.

Xue Mu stood silently watching, and a guard trot trot to check the results.

Yandi lowered his left hand holding the long bow, and turned to look at Xue Mu: "The remaining Yu parties have not been found?"

Xue Mu said: "They are well hidden, like stones hidden in the sand, hard to detect."

Yandi frowned slightly. "I don't like this passiveness."

Xue Mu's lips brought a faint smile, watching Emperor Yan said: "The emperor rest assured, unless they never move, they will be cleared sooner or later."

Yandi lowered his eyes slightly and plucked the bow string: "What are they waiting for?"

"opportunity."

Xue Mu's voice was very light, but Yandi heard the determination inside.

He is always like this, even if he is in a disadvantage, he still has a winning gesture.

The guard who checked the results ran back, holding an arrow shot by Emperor Yandi in his hand, and knelt down in front of him. He came up: "The emperor, this arrow is to the left."

Yandi didn't seem very satisfied with the result, and frowned slightly. He looked at Xue Mu next to him and shoved the bow in his hand: "Come."

Xue Mu raised her pale lips, smiled and didn't speak, but just pulled a feather arrow out of the dragon's head, and pulled the bow to shoot the arrow in the same manner as the emperor just did.

The sound of the arrow flying out was short and powerful. The air around my ears seemed to tremble slightly, with a humming sound.

A guard trot again to check the results.

"Her Majesty, this arrow is won."

Emperor Yan's eyebrows were raised slightly, and seemed to be even more unhappy than he was just now: "General Xue, like you, don't know how to be pleased, but it is difficult to rise."

Xue Mu chuckled, and respectfully saluted Yandi: "Chan dumb."

Emperor Yan glanced at him and waved him to flatten: "Forget it, anyway, from childhood to age, I have never won you once. You can still be an official of the top three products, and it's too much.

Xue Mu laughed and said, "Thank Emperor Ron."

"It's good to know." Yandi ordered people to put away the archery equipment, and rewarded Xue Mu with some special chrysanthemum wine and some satin silk, and then sent him back to his house.

Liu Qinghuan had just finished bathing at this time, and saw Xue Mu come in holding a wine jar, and ran up curiously: "Amu, the emperor has given you something again?"

"Well, it's a special chrysanthemum wine in the palace. Is Qingqing going to try it?" Xue Mu smiled and pinched her white and tender face with a smile. After raising these days, Liu Qinghuan's body finally recovered. Even this skin seems to be more delicate than before.

Liu Qinghuan heard that it was specially made in the palace, and immediately asked Qingyu to go to the kitchen to get two small bowls. When Qing Yan came back, she brought a few dishes besides two nights.

Xue Mu sat down next to Liu Qinghuan, and Liu Qing smiled and looked at him and said, "Amu, if you have anything to do in the future, go to the emperor and walk a few laps, and we can eat and drink for years."

Xue Mu poured the wine into two bowls with a smile and handed it to Liu Qinghuan: "Try it."

Liu Qinghuan took the bowl and looked at it. The wine was very mellow, and she had a faint scent of chrysanthemums. After trying to take a small sip, she drank it cleanly.

"The special made in this palace is not the same as the one sold in Dongshi." Liu Qinghuan said, putting the empty bowl in front of Xue Mu, and motioned him to pour another bowl for himself.

Xue Mu nodded her head, and blamed softly: "Little cat, aren't you afraid of drunk if you drink so fast?"

"I'm not afraid." Liu Qing looked at him with a grin, "I'm worried that Amu will get drunk."

Xue Mu raised her eyebrows and looked at her: "Then we come to Bibi and see who gets drunk first?"

"Come on." She didn't believe that she could win the goddess of wine with the little drink of Xue Mu.

After the two had done a bowl, Liu Qinghuan filled the two bowls for them, but Xue Mu did not let her drink any more after three bowls.

Liu Qinghuan looked at him with a flat corner of his mouth: "Reipi, didn't you say you wouldn't get drunk?"

Xue Mu laughed: "Who told you good? You are in good health and can't drink anymore."

Liu Qinghuan sadly lay on the table case, his head was still. Xue Mu smiled and ignored her. She was dim sum and wine beside her, and she did not eat well.

Liu Qinghuan's head finally moved and a pair of big watery eyes stared at him in confusion: "Amu, I seem to be drunk."

"Go to bed when you are drunk."

"I can't move, Amour."

Liu Qinghuan's voice was soft, and it sounded quite drunk. The scattered black hair draped softly on her body and looked indescribably charming. Xue Mu's eyes condensed, and she put down a bite of pastry in her hand and hugged Liu Qing.

As soon as Liu Qinghuan was picked up, he wrapped Xue Mu's neck, and the whole person leaned forward. Qing Mu's breath was blowing in Xue Mu's ear, his jaw slightly tightened, and Liu Qinghuan hugged and sat on the bed.

Liu Qinghuan moved uneasily in his arms, Xue Mu's brow moved, and he warned softly, "Don't move."

Liu Qinghuan raised his head and blinked, and put his body into Xue Mu's arms. She wore only a blouse, and her warm body temperature passed through the thin cloth, making Xue Mu's breathing hot. It seemed to be very satisfied with Xue Mu's changes. Liu Qinghuan's eyes contained a slight smile, put his lips in Xue Mu's ears, and whispered, "Amu."

Xue Mu's hand feelings couldn't help but pierced into her placket, and kissed her face lightly on her face: "You seemed to be in pain last time ..."

His tone was restrained, but the exhaled breath grew heavier. Liu Qinghuan leaned on his shoulder and panted, his voice was as light as a feather flowing across Xue Mu's heart: "I'm not afraid, you don't have to bear it."

Although they sleep together every night these days, Xue Mu was afraid of hurting her and never touched her. However, in this kind of matter, Liu Qinghuan is very dedicated. Since Xue Mu is not active, she is better off.

Anyway, Amu can't help it.

After Liu Qinghuan deliberately leaned in his ear and groaned twice, Xue Mu finally rolled over and pressed people under him.

Some eagerly kissed her lips, and the sweetness in Liu Qinghuan's mouth fascinated Xue Mu.

Ming Ming was drinking the same wine just now, but at this time it tasted in Liu Qinghuan's mouth, which seemed to be particularly intoxicating. He clasped Liu Qinghuan's wrist so desperately that he robbed every sweetness that belonged to her in her mouth.

Liu Qinghuan's bones were sorely pinched by him, as if almost broken. She subconsciously wanted to yell for pain, but in exchange for a little bit more arrogant demands.

The air seemed to be ignited by the two, and Liu Qinghuan had the illusion that he was about to burn. In the endless ups and downs, she could only keep calling Xue Mu's name, as if only to relieve the restless blood in her body.

"I'm sorry ..." Xue Mu looked at her bruised wrist, and took Liu Qinghuan into her arms with regret. "I just worry that I can't control myself ... Is it painful?"

"No, it doesn't hurt at all." Liu Qing happily assured him that she believed that if she said pain at this time, Amu would not touch her again for ten days and a half months.

Xue Mu dropped her eyes and didn't speak, she just picked up her wrist and kissed it gently. Liu Qinghuan's hand was tickled by his lips. She smiled twice and looped around Xue Mu's waist: "Amu, it really doesn't hurt, I can do it again."

Xue Mu's movements paused, and she raised her eyes and glanced at her. Liu Qing hung up cheekily and stunned him: "Amu doesn't want it?"

She could clearly see the flames in Xue Mu's eyes had not completely subsided, the long eyelashes trembled, and he took the initiative to kiss his lips.

Xue Mu's eyebrows narrowed slightly, and then gradually let go. He hugged Liu Qinghuan, mainly anti-customers.

Hou Fuli was quiet, only a few people walked around occasionally.

Liu Qinghuan leaned exhaustedly on Xue Mu's arms, the hair on the side of his face was a little sweaty. Xue Mu gently rubbed her waist, and the corners of her pursed lips looked a little serious: "Qingqing, don't blame me for not telling you, if you have been so enthusiastic, you can't bear it."

Liu Qinghuan lay on his chest and smiled lowly, and opened his eyes to see him: "Amu, A Niang is still waiting to hug her grandson. We can't do anything if we don't work hard."

Xue Muzheng blinked for a moment and couldn't help but slap on her waist: "You are really ..."

Liu Qing laughed around his beautiful neck and pecked his lips: "Amu doesn't want a little Amu?"

Xue Mu clings to her lips affectionately, and doesn't let it leave: "I want a little dumpling."

"Well, what should we do?" Liu Qing frowned angrily. "It seems we can only work harder."

Xue Mu finally raised a smile at the corner of her mouth, looking at her gaze with both petting and helplessness: "Is the waist still sore?"

Liu Qinghuan shook his head, his eyes filled with smiles.

Xue Mu couldn't help kissing her eyes and commanded: "Now close your eyes and sleep."

Liu Qinghua blinked anxiously and closed his eyes slowly. Xue Mu's fingers were pulled out of her hair, and she carefully straightened the hair on her side face before holding her to sleep. 2k novel reading network