She smirked and took the opportunity to walk towards the door of the room. He was anxious and couldn't care less. He rushed in front of her and got to the door first, spreading his arms to block the door. The unbearable burning feeling in his heart a few days ago started to stir again.
He didn't know what to do, he just knew he couldn't let her go away like this.
"You! Don't be ashamed! Be careful when people outside push the door in and your naked appearance will be seen!"
He quickly turned around and locked the door, then quickly turned around to stop her. "Don't go, forgive me. I...I really won't hurt you anymore. Talk to me, I miss you so much." At this moment, he
His eyes were as clear as a spring water that was about to overflow.
"If you want me to forgive you, just promise me two things."
"Say, I will promise you anything." He asked impatiently.
"The first thing." She paused and then said: "As you know, I have always been in poor health. If one day, I suddenly pass away, you have to promise me to find a good girl again and live a good life."
He didn't expect that she would say such things, and he didn't expect that she would actually make plans for him at this moment. Even though these words made him a little sad, it really moved him.
"Do you agree or not?"
He looked at her, was silent for a while, and said slowly: "If you really take the first step, I promise you will live a good life. However, what I long for is a love that will return to me in life and will last forever in death.
So I will only have one wife in my life. Even if I agree to you now, it will be perfunctory. What's the second thing?"
She was speechless by what he said, but fortunately he said that he would live well. Then, she would have the courage to continue to get along with him. No one can predict what will happen in the future, maybe she will
Such an opportunity to go back, but at that time, she might not have resolutely chosen to go back to the first century, because the person in front of her fascinates her more and more day by day. They might have children and form a real family.
, so that she would have her real relatives in ancient times, Gong Yueyue. However, she came to ancient times suddenly, and there was no guarantee that one day she would not suddenly and inexplicably go back. If that happened, she must be sure that her husband could
He must bear such a result. As for whether he will renew his relationship, that is his own business and cannot be forced.
"The second thing." She paused again and looked at him with sly eyes: "Last time you were a barbarian. This time...it's me!" After saying that, she jumped into his arms and kissed him.
His astonished face...
The room was dark, except for each other's eyes, which were as bright and clear as the stars in the night sky.
He chuckled, and his warm breath tickled her nose: "When I get back, the first thing I will do is to dismantle your beauty couch."
After tasting his goodness, she didn't want to sleep alone anymore. However, keeping that thing had other uses, such as: "Don't throw it away, let's change places occasionally." That's right, she was referring to having sex on the bed.
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"But it's too small and I can't sleep on it. Otherwise, I'll get a bigger one one day?" He misunderstood her meaning stupidly, and she couldn't help but laugh happily.
"It's late, it's already past dinner time. You should go see Mr. Song quickly, I have to go back too. Otherwise, mother will be anxious at home."
He held her close to him, kissed her lips deeply, and there was another inseparable entanglement between lips and tongues. When his body came to life again, they stopped immediately. He struggled to steady his breathing, and his eyes were filled with tears.
It’s nostalgia: “I will miss you all the time.”
She lowered her hand mischievously and tapped his surging hard-on with her finger: "If you miss me too much, recite the Three Character Classic."
He laughed at himself in a dumbfounded voice: "Forget it, that thing will only become more and more helpful in the future."
"Pfft!" Thinking of the scene when he was reciting the "Three Character Classic" under her body just now, she couldn't help but be so happy that she could hardly close her mouth. It was really getting late, so she gradually stopped smiling and stared intently.
He said sweetly: "I will miss you too."
As soon as Mr. Song saw Zhao Changyuan coming in from the door, he felt funny in his heart. This boy has been absent-minded and depressed for the past few days. In just a few hours, he changed into a spring breeze blowing on his face.
"Master Song, are you looking for me?"
"Hey, General Zhao. The emperor just sent someone to deliver a letter, asking us to leave for Kaifeng immediately and go to the temple to meet the saint early tomorrow morning. I think the matter must have come to an end."
"Okay. I'm going to clean up now and say goodbye to my wife."
Before he could turn around, Mr. Song hurriedly stopped him: "Hey! Wait, I forgot to mention it. The emperor has ordered that Mrs. Zhao should go to the palace to meet the saint together."
He was shocked and couldn't hold back his anger: "My wife? Why is this? She has nothing to do with this matter..." Could it be that the emperor wants to implicate Yiyi?
Mr. Song quickly spoke to comfort him: "Hey, general, don't be anxious. The emperor just asked Mrs. Zhao to come to the audience with him, and didn't explain why. Let's not frighten ourselves by speculating about the holy intention here." Although this pretty-faced general looks like
He is gentle and polite, and Ping Zhao is also well-educated. But after all, he is also a master who can stand on horseback and hold a sword. He still has a lot of martial arts in him, and he has to be coaxed at critical moments.
"Okay, I'll go tell her." Although he was reluctant, he couldn't go against the holy will after all.
At the yamen gate, I caught up with Yiyi who was about to get on the carriage and leave. After explaining her purpose, Yiyi was shocked: "Huh? The emperor wants to see me? Why?"
He was also worried, but he could only comfort her softly: "I don't know, but it's not necessarily a bad thing."
"Do you have to go? I'm nervous..." Most of the emperors she had seen in TV dramas since childhood were the kind of emperors who could kill someone with just one sentence. She came to ancient times and had never been trained in court etiquette.
If one accidentally angers the emperor, the consequences...
Ignoring the carriage driver and the guards beside him looking at each other with half-smiling smiles, he held her small hands with one big hand and caressed her cheek with the other hand, wanting to convey his strength and courage to her: "I'm here, don't be afraid.
Besides, I just heard Master Song say that my father, your father and my master will all be here."
She felt that this was a good idea, at least she could face the blessings and misfortunes with him: "Well... Okay. But, after all, I am meeting the emperor. I am afraid that my appearance is not suitable. Let me go back and take a shower."
Let's change clothes." There was still a faint scent of him on her body. Although she liked it, it was not suitable to bring her to Jinluan Temple to share with everyone.
"Okay. I'll also take a shower and change clothes. I'll wait for you here."
When she heard that her son and daughter-in-law were going to Beijing together to face the Holy Spirit, Mrs. Liu, who had no independent opinions, was frightened. Fortunately, Gong Yueyue comforted her with clever words, and she calmed down.
She and Xiaomei hurriedly helped Yueyue dress up after bathing, and explained a few important court etiquette, and then nervously sent Yueyue and Xiaomei into the carriage. Before leaving, she did not forget to tell her again and again: "Yiyi
Ah, Zhao'er can be a little reckless occasionally, you have to remind him, you know?"
"Don't worry, mother, I will always be with him." After saying that, he ordered the coachman to rush to the prefect's Yamen without any delay. (To be continued)