Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

The man disagreed, "Even a deserter has to run fast." With her frail figure and legs, she wouldn't even stand a chance of escaping on the battlefield. Any man with a bit of strength in his wrists could do whatever he wanted with a brute force.

"You have to take Tang Bo with you wherever you go."

Wangshu rarely refuted, and was truly a tool for others to take credit for his achievements. He was discouraged: "Alas! My daughter is better than me."

He's worse than a baby who can't even speak clearly and staggers when running!

"Shushu is a good mother." The man expressed his true feelings, and kissed her face to face. "You have raised Fatty and your sister very well."

His tone was serious, his movements were like those of a gangster. The atmosphere suddenly changed, his clothes were pulled open, revealing butterfly wings drooping, his shoulders sparkling, and Wangshu was so breathless from the sudden intrusion that he said, "Mmm!"

The man was carried to the bed. Wangshu rubbed his mouth and pushed him away, "Xiuyuan! No!"

She couldn't stand it, day and night. Her life was too hard, hormones tormented her when she wasn't around, and men tormented her when she was around.

"Shushu, don't you like it?" The man pressed on her. The dress was so beautiful, his big hands kept moving all the way. He had been eager to do this since he was outside. "You like it too." Her body's reaction was undeniable. The sheets were like spring rain soaking in the air. How could she not be satisfied?

How could she explain this? He had never tasted snail rice noodles before, and didn't know the intense, fragrant, and pungent feeling of pulling. He liked it, of course. But he was afraid of the overwhelming feeling of being overwhelmed by a surging wave... It was both frightening and exciting...

"Still tired." She didn't deny her love, but begged weakly, "Xiuyuan."

She acted coquettishly, and the uncomfortable man's heart softened. He kissed her and said, "Then it will be tonight."

"You're not going out today?" Not going out to expend your energy?

The man, who still had a scar on his ear, pinched her ear, not wanting to use too much force, and said with a hint of meaning: "Oh, you want the brothers in the camp to laugh at me again?"

"Wear the same clothes as before tonight, and walk like this this morning." Qin Xiuyuan suddenly had an idea and was ready to act.

What a blunder! It even made an ancient person order a Victoria's Secret meal. Wangshu regretted it.

"General."

Xiaoqing informed the two armies of the King of Nanyang's visit and informed them of the signing of the alliance. The King's Mansion asked for peace in Luoyang, and the Qin Mansion protected the peace in Luoyang. They kept to themselves and did not interfere with each other. Normally, the two sides did not have close contacts.

Qin Xiuyuan changed into light armor, Wangshu straightened her clothes, and went to the mirror to apply some lipstick. She rarely wore makeup. The man pointed to his chest and said, "This."

The two had played this game before. Wangshu pouted, leaving lip marks on his shirt. "General, where do you think their trump cards are?"

The light armor concealed the vivid lip prints, tightened, and pressed against his chest. "Appoint a king of a different surname?"

Is he like the King of Zhennan? The capital is trapped in a corner, controlled from all sides. If he is crowned king, the east can serve as a buffer zone.

"I've heard that the Prince Consort is well-read and an eloquent speaker. Scholar, if you follow his train of thought, you'll definitely be misled." He handed him his sword, touched his light armor, and asked, "Which set is this?"

She couldn't bear to hear too much blood and gore. Ever since the horse he rode was no longer Ah Zong, she would continue to prepare horses for him. The spare horses were updated again and again, and she never asked how the former ones were lost. The same went for armor.

She would caress the scars on Qin Xiuyuan's body for a long time, but she didn't dare to listen too much, as it made her heart ache. The man always downplayed it.

"The third set." Qin Xiuyuan pinched her fingers and sucked them twice: "Touch them again tonight. I will listen to you, not him."

Wangshu laughed out loud. It was easy for a big scoundrel to say such things. “The one holding the imperial seal said it was appointed by heaven, while the one not holding the imperial seal should say it was a piece of stone.”

It made sense. In the past few years, Ya Ma would have been stunned by her shocking ideas, but now, after hearing what she said and thinking about it, the man felt enlightened and Xi deeply agreed with her.

"What else?" He carried her to sit on the table, ripped her dress into a one-shoulder style, and played with her pleasing shoulders. Then he changed his mind and said, "I don't want to see you anymore."

"That's all. Now the fist has the final say. The rest of you have to accept defeat." Wangshu leaned over and hugged the man who simply sat on the stool. "Go."

"No. I can't convince him." The man's hand moved back and forth along the curve of her skirt. Wangshu moved her legs and pushed his hand away, "Don't move."

It caused her to feel that it started to rain again, which was troublesome.

The man smiled, as cheerful as the peony. "It just started raining." He knew her every detail, and with a shrug, he called out, "Sister. I'll work on this dress tonight."

Terrible!

When Xiaoqing came in, she saw the woman slumped in the rocking chair, most of her lipstick had been eaten. She knelt down to cover her collar, "The Prince of Nanyang sent a pair of sixteen-year-old sisters."

Hmm? Wangshu lay flat on his back and asked nonchalantly, "Can you sing and dance?" She was greedy.

"Those are the twin concubine daughters of the prefect Zhou." Xiaoqing admired him. Madam is Madam, without any disturbance.

Oh, Governor Zhou, the previous owner of this house, gave up this peony garden after Qin Xiuyuan entered the city. "That won't happen."

Wangshu was greatly disappointed and continued to lie down. She really wanted to live a life of singing and dancing, making others think she was extravagant and licentious!

Xiaoqing: ! ! She spoke with difficulty, "That's a young girl given to the general!"

Oh, that man is stingy and can’t stand hearing this. Wangshu lazily replied: “The general is not interested in women at the moment.”

Looking at Xiaoqing's expression that said, "Don't lie to me, I'm not deaf," it was hard to explain. It really seemed a little wrong. Rubbing his face, he added, "He's not interested in other women at the moment."

...That is also... "Madam, please ask the general to send those two away quickly."

Seeing Xiaoqing's anxious look, Wangshu thought for a moment and nodded, "Without any skills, and with the added bonus of Fermium. Not worth it."

Although the south had been settled, the army was large and life was a bit tight.

The problem of Fermi surface, facing the businessman... Xiaoqing was speechless.

"Woo woo!" The fat man's unique wailing sound floated in. Wangshu's heart tightened. She lifted the skirt that was in the way and walked out quickly. When she reached the door, she met the two crying babies hanging on the man on the left and right. The fat man was crying sobbingly, and his sister was also whimpering softly, tears streaming down her face.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that they were not hurt or in any pain, Wangshu breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to touch the two babies. The crying sister reached out for a hug. Wangshu knew his own situation and stood on tiptoe to comfort her: "Daddy will hold you steady. Daddy will hold you. Mommy is here. What happened to Mommy's little baby? What happened to the big baby brother?"

The family of four returned to the room. Wangshu reached out and hugged the baby who was about to squeeze into her arms. She winked at the man who was wiping the baby's tears, asking him what was wrong. He made her anxious and angry.

The man lowered his head and rarely paid any attention to her.

He's a chatterbox at ordinary times, but he's silent at the critical moment! Wangshu wanted to scold him, but he saw his brows were furrowed and his eyes were cold. He only bullied the weak and feared the strong. He continued to ask his sobbing son: "Brother, tell me, why are you crying?"

The fat man, who had calmed down somewhat, started howling again.