two love (gl)

Chapter 120

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Yu Gan also said: "The husband's master is heaven, and it's only natural for a wife to serve her husband's master. As a human//wife, how long have you not had sex with the husband's master? What is the way of a wife?"

Song Ze performed the way of being a wife on the spot, smashed Yu Qian's head with a teacup on the table, and sent Zhiqiuguan to the firewood room.

Zhiqiu, who was received by the acting master, was not as lucky as Song Jie, no one looked at him and no one gave him a charcoal basin.Yu Gan was furious and swept the teapot and cup to the ground.Song is even better, kicking over the chamber pot.The chamber pot was turned over, causing Yu Qian to think of what happened during the day, and vomited again.

Song didn't care about him, letting him jump around like a dog, and called two guards to watch Yu Qian. "Lang Jun was frightened too much during the day and lost his mind. If he goes crazy again, you should tie him up." After that, he led Zhenniang back to the room angrily.

Zhenniang was also annoyed by Yu Gan's absurd behavior. Even though there are thousands of faults in her wife, there is absolutely no reason to wake up his wife to sleep together in the middle of the night.What does he think of his wife as a concubine?

"My lady..." Zhenniang tried to comfort her.

Song shook his head, "Let him make trouble, you should rest earlier."

It didn't take long for her to be angry with that ridiculous man. As soon as she returned to the room, she got under the blanket and was embraced by the scorching red//luo young body.

"How about this way to warm the bed?" The man still teased.

Except for a comfortable sigh, Song couldn't say anything else, so she took off her clothes in the name of being warmer, one //silk//not//hanging, like two newborn babies.After warming his hands, Song Ze hugged her back. There is no better place in this world than the embrace of his sweetheart.

What else would she care about with her?

After what happened tonight, whether she was disheartened or thought through thoroughly, Song Ze didn't want to care about anything else.

Song Jie knew that she was bored, so he didn't move too much, just kept warm with her.When Song Ze hugged her from behind, she knew that this illusion was coming to an end.Before the expiration, Song Ze finally let her achieve her wish.No matter how angry or sad she is, she will always soften her heart.

It's funny to say that Song Jie has met countless women, and this is the first time he has quarreled with someone, even Jiang Fan, who has the most contacts and is the most familiar, has never quarreled with them.

The illusion was so real, it didn't take long, but when he thought of Jiang Fan, his face became blurred.If he didn't go out again, Song Jie felt that he would soon be trapped in a hallucination and couldn't get out.

"Followed secretly?" Song Ze was as sensitive as ever.

"Well, worry."

"Relax now?"

"angry."

"Why are you mad? Didn't make fun of me and deserved it, huh?"

"No matter how bad I am, my heart is toward you. Tomorrow I'll go and pour the excrement on him, so don't shut me up in the woodshed anymore. Oh, you still have to give me some money, today I'm using Dalang money."

Song laughed. "Still remember the grudge?"

"Never forget."

"Then don't forget. From now on, I will always remember you."

Song Jie smiled and thought: You'd better forget about it.

Toes touched toes, Song Ze said: "Aren't you afraid of the cold, why are you covering me like this?"

"It's so warm. You forgot that you kept me warm like this before."

Those pasts seemed to be the half of their lives they had missed.

"Eleven Niang, who do you like best?"

"you."

"Um?"

"It's all you, everyone is you. Now, every one of you is duplicity, pretending, pretending to be reserved, and..." Song Jie whispered in her ear.

"Bah. You are all shameless." Song Ze glared at her fiercely.

"Every one of me wants you. Whatever you want, I just want you."

"Am I your face?"

"you are my heart."

"Sweet words, sweet words. Now I really believe that the flower picker named Song Jie is you."

"No, no, it's actually you. The person who wanted me, who wanted my heart, disappeared as soon as I turned around, and I couldn't find the shadow. I can only cry loudly at the thoroughfare of the world."

"Nonsense, I'm not such a person. Eleven Niang, have you noticed that every time you speak like yourself."

"No." Song Jie refused to admit it.

"What if we... what will happen in the future?" Feeling that some things will always happen, Song wanted to ask clearly, "After every time before, the memory is interrupted, as if living that life is only for this thing. Tell me honestly, What happens after that. Also, it seems like sometimes we don't..."

It was as if in the previous life, they just kissed in the room, and then everything disappeared.

"Do you feel that you are not satisfied, that you are at a loss?"

Song Ze finished pinching her waist and rubbed it for her.

"My memory only goes up to those times."

There was silence for a long time, so long that when Song Jie thought that the night was over, Song held Song Jie's face and said, "It's okay, we will find out once we try."

The author has something to say: Sovereign: I ask you...

Xiao Song: I loved it.

Xiao Song died.

Shoutou: One more word, one less life.

Mirage 6 is over, with a sigh~~~~

The next illusion, the empress vs. the pro-clan daughter.

Song Zongzhu remembers the past and knows that he is in an illusion, and only by cooperating with the flower picker can he get out of the illusion.

But this collaboration...

Cooperation.

Chapter 92 Doubt

The Furong tent is warm, the clothes are completely undressed, the hair is wet, and the suppressed groan//groaning is echoed in the warm pavilion from time to time. With the sound of the water, the bed sheets are completely wet. Song covers his face to hide his red face, and also Covered up the shame of venting for the first time.

"This is a good thing, don't feel ashamed. Many people want it, but they can't ask for it. You have a good physique, and you are not as cold as you seem on the surface."

This comfort is worse than nothing.

Song didn't want to talk to her, and slapped her hand away, she just wanted to be quiet for a while.

"Don't talk to people when you're done using it? Don't worry, I won't tell you about such a secret."

She still wants to talk? With whom?

who gave her face.

This person was never relentless, and while speaking strange words, he gently wiped away the wet mess under her body.

"..." I wanted to call her, but I didn't know what to call her.Just now, when she was turning upside down, when her consciousness was blurred, she still called her loudly.

who is she?

what is her name

Why would you do such intimate things with her?

Who am I?

Putting down the arms covering the face, the room was dark and dim, and the air was filled with the smell of pine, cypress and spices. I thought I would see a pretty face, but the only thing I saw was the bamboo green curtain.

Song Ze thought: She had such a strange dream just now.

The feeling between her fingers, the slightly hot lips and the wet discomfort under her body all reminded her that it was not just a dream.

"Qiuyue." The one who blurted out was the maid on duty, with a respectful and friendly face, her appearance was considered good, but it was not as good as that person.

The man can talk all over the place.The most wonderful thing is that she looks so aggrieved and angry that people can't help but want to bully her.Obviously, she was born to be a good-looking little lady from a decent family, but she was born to like to do unscrupulous things.

Song supported his head, feeling a little pain.

"Your Majesty..." Qiuyue was startled when she saw the puddle of water on the couch, and secretly looked at Song Ze who was looking unhappy.Seeing that she doesn't look like she's going to have a seizure, I feel relieved a little.After fetching the clean clothes and pants, Song took them and changed them by himself, without letting her serve on the side.

At the same time as she heard the voice of His Majesty, memories came to her like the Qiantang River flood in August.

Song Ze is still surnamed Song Mingze, the emperor of the Jin Kingdom. It's a mess, with traitors seizing power inside, and neighboring countries coveting outside.