Outside the bamboo house in the south courtyard, there was a bamboo couch spread out. The couch was covered with thick fur. Chen Qian gently placed Zhenliang on the couch, then leaned down and pressed it down.
"Woman, today you and I will have a good time under the white clouds and blue sky! Don't worry, as long as I feel your compliance, I will relieve your acupoints. After all, I feel comfortable doing this without your initiative.
No."
The numb body was pressed tightly by the man, Zhenliang still had extravagant hopes in despair, and said in a cold voice, "Who are you? Aren't you afraid of the emperor? Could it be that you only want to die, that's why you dare to treat me like this?
I?"
Chen Qian untied Zhenliang's clothes around his neck and said in a good mood, "Who am I? I am the emperor's slave! Who are you? You are the emperor's woman! A slave is afraid of his master, but a slave is not afraid of his master's woman.
!Do you understand this truth?"
Then, Chen Qian added in her heart, "Silly woman, this is not the first time I've been like this to you. So what if the emperor is angry? He can't kill me! Who will satisfy those troublesome women for him if he kills me?"
"
Although this man had a gentle and friendly smile on his face, Zhenliang felt that he was destined to win over her and it was irreversible.
He desires her and seems to have to rely on her to release him.
Tears of despair and fear flowed continuously from her eyes. Zhenliang knew that it was useless to say anything and she would be insulted by him. For the first time, she actually thought of biting her tongue and committing suicide.
In fact, she didn't understand why she had such decisive thoughts. When she was bullied by An San or Nangong Lie, although she resisted and was angry, she would never have the intention to die.
, because she always comforts herself that this body is not actually hers, and it is no big deal even if she is bullied.
But today, when facing this good-looking man, she resisted to the limit. Her mood was not much different from when she faced the thief who picked flowers and prostitutes. However, the thief who picked flowers and prostitutes gave her more disgust.
More.
When she faced the sex-picking thief that time, although she did not have any thoughts of committing suicide, she begged the sex-picking thief to end her life. In fact, that was similar to what she was thinking at the moment, that is, she would rather die than die.
Protect your innocence.
It turns out that she is not as contemptuous of the body she lives in as she imagined. Not every man in this world can make her surrender and endure humiliation.
With the previous threat from Zhenliang, Chen Qian easily saw through her attempt to bite her tongue and commit suicide, so he immediately took out a handkerchief and stuffed it into her mouth, depriving her of her only hope of committing suicide.
Zhenliang glared at Chen Qian angrily, wishing she could cut this shameless man into pieces. In the past, she always thought that Nangong Lie was a beast in clothes, but now she felt that Nangong Lie had too many things compared to the man in front of her.
In a gentlemanly manner, at least Nangong Lie was willing to negotiate with her, and at most he took advantage of her, but he just kissed her forcefully and never reached the final step.
Therefore, this man is the real beast in clothes, and she is disgusted!
It would be absolutely false to say that Chen Qian was not touched by Zhenliang's tears, but the more turbulent Zhenliang's tears flowed, the more turbulent the anger in his heart became, and the more he wanted to keep her outside the bamboo house.
A good punishment!
What can this woman do to pretend to be reserved? If she could concentrate more, she would be able to feel that the man pressing on her at the moment is exactly the same as the man she once slept with!
Chen Qian felt conflicted in his heart. Out of selfish motives, he wanted to tell Zhenliang that he was the man she had an affair with in those nights, so that she could be less resistant to him and cater to him more. But out of concern for the emperor, Loyal, he will definitely not be able to tell her the truth. Even if she suspects it, he can only try his best to deny it.
In fact, if she had a sensitive sense, she would soon know who the man was that made her want to die. However, this woman seemed smart to him, but she also felt extremely stupid for no reason. It was indescribably strange. In short, after meeting her, , but it seems that the natural fit in the darkness has been lost. I don’t know why.
With an expression of extreme confusion, Chen Qian gently pinched Zhenliang's chest through her clothes, frowned and muttered, "Why doesn't this feel right? Is it because of the clothes, or is it too bright? Hey? , don’t cry, there will be plenty of opportunities for you to cry and laugh at the same time.”
Zhenliang didn't realize the meaning behind Chen Qian's words. She just thought that he was just teasing her, and she couldn't help but gnashed her teeth in hatred.
Although it was winter, the sun was at its strongest at this time, so Chen Qian felt that even if he stripped off the woman underneath him, she would not be cold, because if she felt cold later, he would The increasing body temperature was enough to pass on to her.
Therefore, Chen Qian really started to take off Zhenliang's clothes. However, because he lacked experience in undressing and undressing women, he did not make much progress after taking them off several times. After all, he felt that the speed was too slow, so he Then he took out a dagger he carried with him and cut open her clothes layer by layer from the outside to the inside.
The coolness penetrated into Zhenliang's chest and other places bit by bit through the opened gaps, and seemed to penetrate into the seams of her bones at the same time.
When Zhenliang's upper body was exposed, Chen Qian couldn't wait to cover one of her peaks with a big hand, and squeezed it hard a few times.
After only three or four strokes, Chen Qian stopped what he was doing, his handsome eyebrows staring closely at Zhenliang's chest in a daze.
With tears in her eyes, Zhenliang watched helplessly as Chen Qian's face pressed closer and closer to her chest, until it almost touched her.
Unlike what Zhenliang imagined, Chen Qian just took a few deep breaths on her chest. Although she said nothing, she was confused and said in her heart, "This smell seems to be that smell, but I always feel that there is something wrong with it." Difference? Is it the difference between day and night, so I feel abnormal?"
Chen Qian, who did not believe in evil, raised his head from Zhenliang's chest, stared at her mouth stuffed with a kerchief, and decided to taste her lips to clear up the confusion in his heart. With his years of experience, this woman The taste on lips has never been similar, and it can even be fake.
Lying on the bamboo couch, Zhenliang not only had tears streaming down her face, but her eyes were filled with disgust and hatred for him. Chen Qian did not dare to take off the handkerchief rashly, lest she would bite her tongue and commit suicide.
Therefore, Chen Qian could only hold her handkerchief while sucking her lips with quite difficult movements.
However, Chen Qian had just lightly touched a little bit of the skin, and before he had time to taste it deeply, a strong wind suddenly rose in the bamboo forest behind him, and the sound of pressing footsteps approached with a strong murderous aura. It seemed that in just an instant, he would be reduced to the next one. The soul under the sword.
