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What is this called?With unclear ambiguity, blatant teasing, and a lot of intoxicating and exciting factors.

Zhou Ji got up slightly, and stuck to the man whose collar was slightly open. His heart jumped suddenly, and his scorching lips and teeth gnawed lightly next to Meng Yan's ear, igniting a raging fire, "Sir, what do you think should be done?" Good? You can sacrifice your life for righteousness for the people of the world, why can't you offer your manly body for me?"

Meng Yan wanted to push him away, red from ears to neck, but Zhou Ji refused to leave his body. Unlike the previous few times, this time it was a gentle invitation to death, not a violent one. .Meng Yan felt powerless, as if his body was being hollowed out, and he couldn't exert any strength, so he could only let him do what he did.

Zhou Ji twisted restlessly, pulled his collar down, and slowly retreated to his waist. He caressed indiscriminately, not letting go of any place, greedily grabbing all the things related to Meng Yan. thing.

"Sir, don't worry, I will... be very gentle..." Several intermittent words came out of my throat.

Zhou Ji knelt on his face, rubbing his buttocks slightly, feeling ecstatic about Meng Yan's non-resisting reaction, and when he was about to develop further, the door was slammed open.

"What are you doing? Beast!" Mrs. Yi roared violently.

The inseparable two people on the bed were startled, their faces were like red persimmons, feeling ashamed of being caught and raped in bed.

"Zhou Ji! Come here!"

Zhou Ji stood up reluctantly, and asked lazily: "I do what I want to do, and have sex with whoever I want, what does it matter to you?"

"If I hadn't heard from the palace people that you often stay in Yongle Palace today, if I hadn't come here tonight, wouldn't you, you really want...you still be shameless? You are... absurd with a man!" Yi At the end of the madam's speech, she was speechless, except for the word absurd.

"What does it have to do with you?" Zhou Ji sneered at him.

Mrs. Yi was so angry that she walked away in a huff.

Zhou Ji returned to the room, looked at Meng Yan, and said, "Sir, can I tell you a story?"

"it is good."

long, long ago.

A Changxin Palace Lantern, with candlelight shining through, landed on a Langhao pen, and the ink on the pen dripped onto the scroll.

Tao Lingzhang rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned. Looking at the beauty in the painting, he dried the ink and looked at his masterpiece with pride.

Since entering the palace, he has been the most outstanding painter in the Ruyi Pavilion. He can paint people with full charm and graceful temperament in just two or three strokes.

There was a loud sound outside the window, Mao Yanshou was startled, and hurriedly opened the window, after a moment, his frown slowly relaxed, and he said with a smile: "It's you, the little maid of Yeting."

The woman with the half-moon bun fell to the ground, looked at him a little embarrassed, and said after a long time: "You still remember me, I thought you were surrounded by all kinds of fat, swallow and thin beauties all day long, and you had already forgotten me." It's over."

The voice was infinitely sad.

Mao Yanshou was startled, and then his figure disappeared in front of the window.

Wang Qiang cursed angrily, "You ungrateful fellow..."

Suddenly an orange light appeared in front of her eyes, Wang Qiang looked sideways, and saw Mao Yanshou standing in front of her, holding a long letter lamp in his hand, and stretched out his hand gently with his eyebrows: "How could I forget that I accidentally broke Wang Meiren that day?" The pipa, it was you who connected the strings, and then I was saved from death..."

Wang Qiang raised his lips and smiled, stood up with his hand, patted the dust on his body, and said to himself: "I heard people say that when His Majesty chooses a concubine in the Ye Court, he chooses women according to their portraits. I know you have excellent painting skills. , I wonder if you can do me a favor."

Mao Yanshou sighed faintly, "Your Majesty has three thousand beauties in the harem, why do you have to set foot in this place?"

Wang Qiang lifted up her sleeve and wiped away a widow's tear mole under her left eye. It turned out that it was only painted by her. That's all..."

Mao Yanshou looked at the woman with bright eyes and white teeth in front of him, his eyes were full of astonishment, and apart from the amazement, there was also endless sadness.

If she entered the palace as a concubine, no one would stare blankly at the window while he was painting.

If she leaves, no one will play a lute for him.

If she is gone...

They agreed that Wang Qiang would still show others with a concealed face, keeping a low profile, and Mao Yanshou drew her portrait as vividly as a fairy.

Wang Qiang left contentedly.

Mao Yanshou felt that he couldn't be so selfish, just to fulfill one of her wishes, as long as she was happy.

The woman in palace costume was wearing heavy makeup, fiddled with the paintings of the painters, and then pointed to a painting that looked like a nine-day fairy, and asked, "Who did this?"

Mao Yanshou bowed his head: "It's right here."

Wang Meiren was startled and angry: "I didn't expect there to be such a seductive woman in the palace." Then she ordered the maid: "Go and bring her to me."

Mao Yanshou hurriedly said: "If His Majesty finds out about this, isn't Your Majesty afraid..."

Wang Meiren sneered and said, "Then tell me, what should I do?"

Mao Yanshou picked up a pen and added a few strokes to the portrait.

Wang Meiren left satisfied.Then she sent people around to inquire about the whereabouts of the originally beautiful woman, but only found Wang Qiang who was pretending to be ugly. She relaxed, thinking that Mao Yanshou took Wang Qiang's money and painted her so beautiful on purpose. Those mediocre women filled the emperor's harem...

Wang Qiang's heart began to despair as time passed, and she finally stopped looking forward to His Majesty's presence. She still cleaned the steps in the Yeting every day, and watched Mao Yanshou painting in her spare time, while she played the pipa beside her.

Mao Yanshou felt very satisfied.

She didn't know that what he painted the most was not the beauties in the harem, but her.

The emperor saw the Huns coming to propose marriage, and cursed: "It's just a barbarian, and dare to beg for my big man's daughter."

Then he flipped through the pictures of women in the harem, pointed at Wang Qiang's ugly picture, and sneered, "That's her."

The emperor wanted to find a court lady named Wang Qiang in the palace, and the news spread.

Mao Yanshou's heart sank, he ran out of Ruyi Pavilion, saw Wang Qiang's beautiful face with a smile on her face, she smiled and went with the eunuch who delivered the decree...

Wang Qiang didn't know that the person she was going to marry was not the current emperor, but the Xiongnu Shanyu.

She didn't know that when she put on her wedding dress and left with tears in her eyes, Mao Yanshou of Ruyi Hall was captured by Habayashi Wei.

Wang Meiren sighed: "If I had known that there was such a beautiful woman in the harem, my concubine would have dedicated her to His Majesty long ago. This black-hearted painter actually deceived the king to hide her..."

The emperor jumped up against the case and said only one word: "Cut!"

Mao Yanshou did not refute, he calmly put on the prison uniform and went to the execution ground.

His head was pressed on the Xingtai, and the executioner sprayed the wine coldly on his body. He seemed to hear someone playing the pipa. Such a low-pitched mourning. At this moment, she should be in the desert yellow sand, she should be chasing Go to the Huns...

But he couldn't see it.

At this time, in the desert yellow sand, the string of Wang Qiang's pipa broke, and the wild geese landed one after another.

She suddenly remembered who she had repaired the pipa strings for...

A Changxin Palace Lantern, with candlelight shining through, landed on a Langhao pen, and the ink on the pen dripped onto the scroll.

Mao Yanshou rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned. Looking at the beauty in the painting, he dried the ink and looked at his masterpiece with pride.

Since entering the palace, he has been the most outstanding painter in the Ruyi Pavilion. He can paint people with full charm and graceful temperament in just two or three strokes.

There was a loud sound outside the window, Mao Yanshou was startled, and hurriedly opened the window, after a moment, his frown slowly relaxed, and he said with a smile: "It's you, the little maid of Yeting."

The woman with the half-moon bun fell to the ground, looked at him a little embarrassed, and said after a long time: "You still remember me, I thought you were surrounded by all kinds of fat, swallow and thin beauties all day long, and you had already forgotten me." It's over."

The voice was infinitely sad.

Mao Yanshou was startled, and then his figure disappeared in front of the window.

Wang Qiang cursed angrily, "You ungrateful fellow..."

Suddenly an orange light appeared in front of her eyes, Wang Qiang looked sideways, and saw Mao Yanshou standing in front of her, holding a long letter lamp in his hand, and stretched out his hand gently with his eyebrows: "How could I forget that I accidentally broke Wang Meiren that day?" The pipa, it was you who connected the strings, and then I was saved from death..."

Wang Qiang raised his lips and smiled, stood up with his hand, patted the dust on his body, and said to himself: "I heard people say that when His Majesty chooses a concubine in the Ye Court, he chooses women according to their portraits. I know you have excellent painting skills. , I wonder if you can do me a favor."

Mao Yanshou sighed faintly, "Your Majesty has three thousand beauties in the harem, why do you have to set foot in this place?"

Wang Qiang lifted up her sleeve and wiped away a widow's tear mole under her left eye. It turned out that it was only painted by her. That's all..."

Mao Yanshou looked at the woman with bright eyes and white teeth in front of him, his eyes were full of astonishment, and apart from the amazement, there was also endless sadness.

If she entered the palace as a concubine, no one would stare blankly at the window while he was painting.

If she leaves, no one will play a lute for him.

If she is gone...

They agreed that Wang Qiang would still show others with a concealed face, keeping a low profile, and Mao Yanshou drew her portrait as vividly as a fairy.

Wang Qiang left contentedly.

Mao Yanshou felt that he couldn't be so selfish, just to fulfill one of her wishes, as long as she was happy.

The woman in palace costume was wearing heavy makeup, fiddled with the paintings of the painters, and then pointed to a painting that looked like a nine-day fairy, and asked, "Who did this?"

Mao Yanshou bowed his head: "It's right here."

Wang Meiren was startled and angry: "I didn't expect there to be such a seductive woman in the palace." Then she ordered the maid: "Go and bring her to me."

Mao Yanshou hurriedly said: "If His Majesty finds out about this, isn't Your Majesty afraid..."

Wang Meiren sneered and said, "Then tell me, what should I do?"

Mao Yanshou picked up a pen and added a few strokes to the portrait.

Wang Meiren left satisfied.Then she sent people around to inquire about the whereabouts of the originally beautiful woman, but only found Wang Qiang who was pretending to be ugly. She relaxed, thinking that Mao Yanshou took Wang Qiang's money and painted her so beautiful on purpose. Those mediocre women filled the emperor's harem...

Wang Qiang's heart began to despair as time passed, and she finally stopped looking forward to His Majesty's presence. She still cleaned the steps in the Yeting every day, and watched Mao Yanshou painting in her spare time, while she played the pipa beside her.

Mao Yanshou felt very satisfied.

She didn't know that what he painted the most was not the beauties in the harem, but her.

The emperor saw the Huns coming to propose marriage, and cursed: "It's just a barbarian, and dare to beg for my big man's daughter."

Then he flipped through the pictures of women in the harem, pointed at Wang Qiang's ugly picture, and sneered, "That's her."

The emperor wanted to find a court lady named Wang Qiang in the palace, and the news spread.

Mao Yanshou's heart sank, he ran out of Ruyi Pavilion, saw Wang Qiang's beautiful face with a smile on her face, she smiled and went with the eunuch who delivered the decree...

Wang Qiang didn't know that the person she was going to marry was not the current emperor, but the Xiongnu Shanyu.

She didn't know that when she put on her wedding dress and left with tears in her eyes, Mao Yanshou of Ruyi Hall was captured by Habayashi Wei.

Wang Meiren sighed: "If I had known that there was such a beautiful woman in the harem, my concubine would have dedicated her to His Majesty long ago. This black-hearted painter actually deceived the king to hide her..."

The emperor jumped up against the case and said only one word: "Cut!"

Mao Yanshou did not refute, he calmly put on the prison uniform and went to the execution ground.

His head was pressed on the Xingtai, and the executioner sprayed the wine coldly on his body. He seemed to hear someone playing the pipa. Such a low-pitched mourning. At this moment, she should be in the desert yellow sand, she should be chasing Go to the Huns...

But he couldn't see it.

At this time, in the desert yellow sand, the string of Wang Qiang's pipa broke, and the wild geese landed one after another.

She suddenly remembered who she had repaired the pipa strings for...

A Changxin Palace Lantern, with candlelight shining through, landed on a Langhao pen, and the ink on the pen dripped onto the scroll.

Mao Yanshou rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned. Looking at the beauty in the painting, he dried the ink and looked at his masterpiece with pride.

Since entering the palace, he has been the most outstanding painter in the Ruyi Pavilion. He can paint people with full charm and graceful temperament in just two or three strokes.

There was a loud sound outside the window, Mao Yanshou was startled, and hurriedly opened the window, after a moment, his frown slowly relaxed, and he said with a smile: "It's you, the little maid of Yeting."

The woman with the half-moon bun fell to the ground, looked at him a little embarrassed, and said after a long time: "You still remember me, I thought you were surrounded by all kinds of fat, swallow and thin beauties all day long, and you had already forgotten me." It's over."

The voice was infinitely sad.

Mao Yanshou was startled, and then his figure disappeared in front of the window.

Wang Qiang cursed angrily, "You ungrateful fellow..."

Suddenly an orange light appeared in front of her eyes, Wang Qiang looked sideways, and saw Mao Yanshou standing in front of her, holding a long letter lamp in his hand, and stretched out his hand gently with his eyebrows: "How could I forget that I accidentally broke Wang Meiren that day?" The pipa, it was you who connected the strings, and then I was saved from death..."

Wang Qiang raised his lips and smiled, stood up with his hand, patted the dust on his body, and said to himself: "I heard people say that when His Majesty chooses a concubine in the Ye Court, he chooses women according to their portraits. I know you have excellent painting skills. , I wonder if you can do me a favor."

Mao Yanshou sighed faintly, "Your Majesty has three thousand beauties in the harem, why do you have to set foot in this place?"

Wang Qiang lifted up her sleeve and wiped away a widow's tear mole under her left eye. It turned out that it was only painted by her. That's all..."

Mao Yanshou looked at the woman with bright eyes and white teeth in front of him, his eyes were full of astonishment, and apart from the amazement, there was also endless sadness.

If she entered the palace as a concubine, no one would stare blankly at the window while he was painting.

If she leaves, no one will play a lute for him.

If she is gone...

They agreed that Wang Qiang would still show others with a concealed face, keeping a low profile, and Mao Yanshou drew her portrait as vividly as a fairy.

Wang Qiang left contentedly.

Mao Yanshou felt that he couldn't be so selfish, just to fulfill one of her wishes, as long as she was happy.

The woman in palace costume was wearing heavy makeup, fiddled with the paintings of the painters, and then pointed to a painting that looked like a nine-day fairy, and asked, "Who did this?"

Mao Yanshou bowed his head: "It's right here."

Wang Meiren was startled and angry: "I didn't expect there to be such a seductive woman in the palace." Then she ordered the maid: "Go and bring her to me."

Mao Yanshou hurriedly said: "If His Majesty finds out about this, isn't Your Majesty afraid..."

Wang Meiren sneered and said, "Then tell me, what should I do?"

Mao Yanshou picked up a pen and added a few strokes to the portrait.

Wang Meiren left satisfied.Then she sent people around to inquire about the whereabouts of the originally beautiful woman, but only found Wang Qiang who was pretending to be ugly. She relaxed, thinking that Mao Yanshou took Wang Qiang's money and painted her so beautiful on purpose. Those mediocre women filled the emperor's harem...

Wang Qiang's heart began to despair as time passed, and she finally stopped looking forward to His Majesty's presence. She still cleaned the steps in the Yeting every day, and watched Mao Yanshou painting in her spare time, while she played the pipa beside her.

Mao Yanshou felt very satisfied.

She didn't know that what he painted the most was not the beauties in the harem, but her.

The emperor saw the Huns coming to propose marriage, and cursed: "It's just a barbarian, and dare to beg for my big man's daughter."

Then he flipped through the pictures of women in the harem, pointed at Wang Qiang's ugly picture, and sneered, "That's her."

The emperor wanted to find a court lady named Wang Qiang in the palace, and the news spread.

Mao Yanshou's heart sank, he ran out of Ruyi Pavilion, saw Wang Qiang's beautiful face with a smile on her face, she smiled and went with the eunuch who delivered the decree...

Wang Qiang didn't know that the person she was going to marry was not the current emperor, but the Xiongnu Shanyu.

She didn't know that when she put on her wedding dress and left with tears in her eyes, Mao Yanshou of Ruyi Hall was captured by Habayashi Wei.

Wang Meiren sighed: "If I had known that there was such a beautiful woman in the harem, my concubine would have dedicated her to His Majesty long ago. This black-hearted painter actually deceived the king to hide her..."

The emperor jumped up against the case and said only one word: "Cut!"

Mao Yanshou did not refute, he calmly put on the prison uniform and went to the execution ground.

His head was pressed on the Xingtai, and the executioner sprayed the wine coldly on his body. He seemed to hear someone playing the pipa. Such a low-pitched mourning. At this moment, she should be in the desert yellow sand, she should be chasing Go to the Huns...

But he couldn't see it.

At this time, in the desert yellow sand, the string of Wang Qiang's pipa broke, and the wild geese landed one after another.

She suddenly remembered who she had repaired the pipa strings for...

A Changxin Palace Lantern, with candlelight shining through, landed on a Langhao pen, and the ink on the pen dripped onto the scroll.

Mao Yanshou rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned. Looking at the beauty in the painting, he dried the ink and looked at his masterpiece with pride.

Since entering the palace, he has been the most outstanding painter in the Ruyi Pavilion. He can paint people with full charm and graceful temperament in just two or three strokes.

There was a loud sound outside the window, Mao Yanshou was startled, and hurriedly opened the window, after a moment, his frown slowly relaxed, and he said with a smile: "It's you, the little maid of Yeting."

The woman with the half-moon bun fell to the ground, looked at him a little embarrassed, and said after a long time: "You still remember me, I thought you were surrounded by all kinds of fat, swallow and thin beauties all day long, and you had already forgotten me." It's over."

The voice was infinitely sad.

Mao Yanshou was startled, and then his figure disappeared in front of the window.

Wang Qiang cursed angrily, "You ungrateful fellow..."

Suddenly an orange light appeared in front of her eyes, Wang Qiang looked sideways, and saw Mao Yanshou standing in front of her, holding a long letter lamp in his hand, and stretched out his hand gently with his eyebrows: "How could I forget that I accidentally broke Wang Meiren that day?" The pipa, it was you who connected the strings, and then I was saved from death..."

Wang Qiang raised his lips and smiled, stood up with his hand, patted the dust on his body, and said to himself: "I heard people say that when His Majesty chooses a concubine in the Ye Court, he chooses women according to their portraits. I know you have excellent painting skills. , I wonder if you can do me a favor."

Mao Yanshou sighed faintly, "Your Majesty has three thousand beauties in the harem, why do you have to set foot in this place?"

Wang Qiang lifted up her sleeve and wiped away a widow's tear mole under her left eye. It turned out that it was only painted by her. That's all..."

Mao Yanshou looked at the woman with bright eyes and white teeth in front of him, his eyes were full of astonishment, and apart from the amazement, there was also endless sadness.

If she entered the palace as a concubine, no one would stare blankly at the window while he was painting.

If she leaves, no one will play a lute for him.

If she is gone...

They agreed that Wang Qiang would still show others with a concealed face, keeping a low profile, and Mao Yanshou drew her portrait as vividly as a fairy.

Wang Qiang left contentedly.

Mao Yanshou felt that he couldn't be so selfish, just to fulfill one of her wishes, as long as she was happy.

The woman in palace costume was wearing heavy makeup, fiddled with the paintings of the painters, and then pointed to a painting that looked like a nine-day fairy, and asked, "Who did this?"

Mao Yanshou bowed his head: "It's right here."

Wang Meiren was startled and angry: "I didn't expect there to be such a seductive woman in the palace." Then she ordered the maid: "Go and bring her to me."

Mao Yanshou hurriedly said: "If His Majesty finds out about this, isn't Your Majesty afraid..."

Wang Meiren sneered and said, "Then tell me, what should I do?"

Mao Yanshou picked up a pen and added a few strokes to the portrait.

Wang Meiren left satisfied.Then she sent people around to inquire about the whereabouts of the originally beautiful woman, but only found Wang Qiang who was pretending to be ugly. She relaxed, thinking that Mao Yanshou took Wang Qiang's money and painted her so beautiful on purpose. Those mediocre women filled the emperor's harem...

Wang Qiang's heart began to despair as time passed, and she finally stopped looking forward to His Majesty's presence. She still cleaned the steps in the Yeting every day, and watched Mao Yanshou painting in her spare time, while she played the pipa beside her.

Mao Yanshou felt very satisfied.

She didn't know that what he painted the most was not the beauties in the harem, but her.

The emperor saw the Huns coming to propose marriage, and cursed: "It's just a barbarian, and dare to beg for my big man's daughter."

Then he flipped through the pictures of women in the harem, pointed at Wang Qiang's ugly picture, and sneered, "That's her."

The emperor wanted to find a court lady named Wang Qiang in the palace, and the news spread.

Mao Yanshou's heart sank, he ran out of Ruyi Pavilion, saw Wang Qiang's beautiful face with a smile on her face, she smiled and went with the eunuch who delivered the decree...

Wang Qiang didn't know that the person she was going to marry was not the current emperor, but the Xiongnu Shanyu.

She didn't know that when she put on her wedding dress and left with tears in her eyes, Mao Yanshou of Ruyi Hall was captured by Habayashi Wei.

Wang Meiren sighed: "If I had known that there was such a beautiful woman in the harem, my concubine would have dedicated her to His Majesty long ago. This black-hearted painter actually deceived the king to hide her..."

The emperor jumped up against the case and said only one word: "Cut!"

Mao Yanshou did not refute, he calmly put on the prison uniform and went to the execution ground.

His head was pressed on the Xingtai, and the executioner sprayed the wine coldly on his body. He seemed to hear someone playing the pipa. Such a low-pitched mourning. At this moment, she should be in the desert yellow sand, she should be chasing Go to the Huns...

But he couldn't see it.

At this time, in the desert yellow sand, the string of Wang Qiang's pipa broke, and the wild geese landed one after another.

She suddenly remembered who she had repaired the pipa strings for...

The author has something to say:

I really can’t write anymore. I read classes every morning, study at night, and stay up late to write. I’m almost useless. I’m not in a good mood tonight. I can only make up what I wrote before. I hope everyone understands. Alas, a bitter tear.