Chapter 68: Bitter

The royal study room is very quiet, and the two sit side by side, each dealing with the affairs at hand, the atmosphere can not tell the warmth and harmony. After reading the last account book, Meng Sangyu put down the pen and took a break. Fortunately, the man was exposed to the knowledge yesterday, and today he does not need to hide. I don't know why, she always thinks that men are premeditated, and the eyes that are not bottomless seem to have already seen her.
Thinking of this, she turned her face to look at the man. Like every previous one, the man always notices her gaze for the first time, then raises her smile. The hearty smile is matched with his beautiful and innocent facial features, which is like a illuminator that attracts the attention of others. Even if I read thousands of sails, Meng Sangqi’s mind was also uncontrollable.
Seeing the man continue to bow down to deal with the memorial, Meng Sangzhen seems to think of something, the light flashed for a moment, deliberately close to his side, exhaled as the blue asked, "Imperial, are you tired? Do you want to stop for a while? Chen Hao help you massage the head Relax and relax?"
Well, okay. Zhou Wudi looked at her deeply and put down her pen to get her into her arms.
Meng Sang-soo moved uncomfortably, feeling an object that quickly became thicker and harder under the buttocks. He was sitting in a dangerous position with both hands, placing his hands on the man's temple and pressing the clockwise clock.
The man sighed and sighed, squatting on the woman's shoulder, gently biting a bite in her white earlobe, and sticking out his tongue. Seeing a woman shuddering like an electric shock, he grinned.
Meng Sangzhen looked like a sly man, and continued to press the shackles. After a quarter of an hour, he saw the man’s eyes narrow, his eyebrows stretched and his expression was very pleasant. She asked softly, "Imperial, uncomfortable?"
"It's very comfortable." The man opened his eyes and smiled. He kissed her pink lips and decided to open his mouth. "Let's say, what's the matter?" Without any request, Mulberry would never take the initiative to get close to himself. .
Meng Sangzhen also wants to pull the topic slowly, and the words that have just been carefully considered are all in the stomach because of this question, and the face is changed a few times. She really guessed it right, the man has already seen her, just do not know how much he saw through?
"Emperor, when will my father come back?" She simply did not pretend that she would put down her hand and open the door to ask.
Now on the road, I will be able to enter Beijing in the next seven or eight days, just in time to catch up with the New Year in Beijing. Zhou Wudi grabbed her hand and knead it. She knew that her ten fingers would be sore. Seeing her glimmering light, she was hugged and hopeful. "When Meng Guogong returns, let your father and daughter get together." "
"Thank you, the emperor!" Meng Sang-soo's phoenix eyes were crescent-shaped, and the stream of light inside the stars called the man's shortness of breath and heartbeat disorder. When Mulberry reveals his true smile, he can't resist.
"So how do you thank you?" the man asked in a dumb voice.
"Thank you so." She took the man's cheek, blocked his thin lips, and took away the man's heart with a French hot kiss. She has both been born and raised, and grew up in the most meticulous education. As long as she has the heart, she has enough power to make the men around her crazy for her. I didn’t take the initiative before, I didn’t respond, but I felt that it was unnecessary. But now the man is more and more obsessed with her, and the anxiety in her heart urges her to make corresponding changes.
Zhou Wudi opened his mouth and greeted her passionate little tongue. The big palm was placed behind her head and pressed hard to deepen the kiss. The two changed a few angles, and they exchanged the liquid in the mouth, and the sound of the tongue and tongue lingered in the royal study.
Chang Xi’s sharp red blood bleeds, waving the Buddha’s dust in his hand, and driving away the palace people waiting in the room. Hey, the emperor’s hand went into the clothes of the Dean’s maiden, and it’s too late to leave.
"Don't want to be in the emperor! It's day tonight." Seize the man's cozy big hand, Meng Sang Jiao Jiao - asthma - an open mouth.
Zhou Wudi's red eyes burned two groups of arrogant desires - fire, heard the soft and delicate voice of the woman, desire - the fire not only did not extinguish, but burned more fiercely.
Small things, are you thanking you or are you tortured? Ok? The man slammed her waist, and went down to the top, telling his dissatisfaction with a hot hard object.
"Hey, let's talk a little bit to divert attention?" Meng Sangyu blew his man's ear on his generous shoulder. Always tempted by a man, she has to find it back?
Zhou Wudi trembled at the tip of his ear, and took a deep breath, asked in a dumb voice. "What?"
"Talk about the things that my elder brother gave to the marriage, is it good?" Meng Sang-tung's head is black and white, and the sultry scorpion can in the soul of the people, so that people only want to meet all her requirements, the best in the world. Everything is covered with both hands.
Nothing to worry about early! Zhou Wudi smiled and blinked on her slightly red lips. His voice was hoarse. "Okay, I have a list here. Which one do you want to see?"
Meng Sangqi raised his eyebrows, and his heart was a bit strange. He took the list and looked at him in his arms. The information on the list is very detailed, even with a vivid color portrait, it is not difficult to see how painful he is.
Originally, I only wanted to give a marriage sacred decree. I didn’t think it was so intimate, and Meng Sang slammed the man quickly and looked at the man with a complicated mood. These people are very suitable for their brothers, both family and character, and they are not free to choose. But because of this, she is even more surprised. What is the man’s picture? Is it to appease the father, or is it really worthy of my brother's talent? Or... Are these women having problems?
It is said that "the wife and the husband are less evil", and vice versa will plague the door. If you accidentally smashed a woman who should not be jealous of being the master of the future, the Meng family must be defeated.
Thinking of this, Meng Sang squinted and looked at the list from the beginning, not to miss a word.
Zhou Wudi secretly observed her reaction. She saw her brows twitching and her eyes were alert. The lips that were slightly upturned were unconsciously smashed into a straight line. The expression was very heavy, and there was no rejoicing in her own imagination. The heart is like being poured by a cold water, and it is a wound.
Why does mulberry always speculate from the darkest point of view? Do you want to count the Meng family and need to use these bad subtotals? The big hand hugged around the waist of the mulberry clenched into a fist, and the deep eyes of Zhou Wudi circulated, intertwined with anger, remorse and panic. Such a hard-hearted mulberry called him to be unable to start. If so... If the time can be back to three years ago, how good? He will certainly cherish everything he once had.
When he loosened the mulberry, he gave a hard smile and said a little, "Let's go and watch it, and you have to read the memorial." Even with the mulberry, he felt very lonely.
Feeling that the man's tone was a bit gloomy, Meng Sangqi quickly got up and sat down to the side, and used his eyes to look at his side face from time to time, but he couldn't get a man's look back. I don't know if it is my own illusion. She saw a trace of decadence from her frowning brows and her dark eyes. What happened just now? Or are you irritating yourself?
Meng Sang-soo secretly put the list aside and prepared to let her send someone to check it when her mother entered the palace.
Seeing her movements, Zhou Wudi’s heart was filled with a bit of bitterness. But let her check it out. How can she be assured of her hand? At the moment, these situations are all self-seeking, and no one can blame! Holding the pen in his hand, he forced himself to put all his thoughts on government affairs.
The two of them worked together, and the hall was quiet and surprising. The warmth and harmony at the beginning was replaced by indifference. The more this is the case, the more panic in Zhou Wudi’s heart. Unless it involves the interests, he can't expect Sang Yi to take the initiative to get close to himself. The mulberry is like a gust of wind. No matter how to close the five fingers, she can't hold her firmly.
What should I do with her? I am upset and put down the royal pen. Zhou Wudi leaned on the back of the chair and pressed the frontal angle of the pain.
"Come here today, go back." Putting the processed crease aside, his suffocation is slightly lighter, and the voice is restored to the previous gentleness. No matter how many negative emotions in his heart, he can't vent to the mulberry.
"That Chen Chen quits." Meng Sang slammed the pen and stood up and bowed. She can feel the undulating mood of men, and it is better to go early.
I mean, I am going back to the Tourmaline Palace with you. Zhou Wudi frowned and went up with her fingers. Since last night, he no longer wants to live alone in the cold and dry temple, he has to go back to life like Abao. Mulberry had been so indifferent to him, and he did not firmly hold her back. His inner panic would turn into a beast.
The moment the skin was attached, he was satisfied with the sigh, and all the negative emotions were soothed by the gentle temperature of the palm.
Meng Sang stunned, and then opened a soft smile, pulling his hand, "Let's go back." The man seems to be a little bit more spiritual, looking more pleasing to the eye. Before the father retired smoothly, she needed the favor of a man, and naturally she would not push him out.
"Okay." Zhou Wudi smiled and smiled, holding her step by step and walking in the snow.
It is night, warm in the spring of the temple, the man presses the woman under the body, while the wild law-moving, while holding the woman's jaw, let her misty line of sight and his deep eyes, can not There is a moment to separate.
"Mulberry, I love you..." His lips fit tightly on the woman's auricle, and he confides his love words over and over again, responding to his only high-low 女人-吟. He knew that the woman would have heard it, because her body was stiff for a moment, but she quickly plunged into the passion, she didn't believe it at all, so she didn't feel at all.
The man smiled bitterly, biting the woman's red lips, and filling the panic in his heart with a more violent possession. Only when she is wrapped in the softness of a woman's damp heat, does he have a real sense of having each other. If he can, he wants to take his heart out and show it to the woman, just to pray that she can give herself a chance to start again.
The world’s most bitter, but not the best, he finally realized it!