Chapter 1040
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Cheng Yaojia blushed and silently took off his clothes. His two arms, white as jade, were exposed to the moonlight, making them even more crystal clear as jade. Maybe it was the cold in the late night, or her heart was too nervous, her skin exposed to the air gradually floated a thin layer of shudders.
Song Qingshu was a little silly. He didn't react for a moment. The first reaction in his mind was that the button of her dress was broken by the palm wind in He Yuan just now? After all, with Cheng Yaojia's ladylike temperament, she can never take off her clothes in front of a man other than her husband.
Until Cheng Yaojia reached out again and began to take off her second dress, song Qingshu finally responded and quickly stepped forward and pressed her hand: "madam, what is this for?"
Cheng Yaojia lowered his head, could not see the expression on her face clearly, but could only see her red ears. He only heard her say in a slightly inaudible voice: "you are not related to Lu Lang, so it's too difficult for you to help them..."
Song Qingshu couldn't laugh or cry: "madam, you misunderstood me. I didn't mean to blackmail you when I brought you back, but..."
"I know you are very nice," Cheng Yaojia looked up and looked at him with a pair of big watery eyes. "You have saved me several times. I'm not the kind of person who takes an inch. I don't pretend that I don't know anything. I want you to save people in vain."
Song Qingshu said: "I'm trying to find a way to save them. Don't get me wrong..."
Cheng Yaojia smiles and shakes his head: "you are kind to me and willing to help for me. I am very grateful. But after all, you are a senior official of the state of Jin. Song, Jin and Su are irreconcilable. Seeing that the mission of the Southern Song Dynasty is in trouble, you have done your utmost. How can I trouble you again and again with peace of mind? "
"But you are in a high position, and you are good at martial arts. I really can't think of any reward that can interest you. After thinking about it, maybe you will be interested in my body," Cheng Yaojia continued, blushing. "I hope you don't dislike my marriage."
"How can I dislike your marriage?" Song Qingshu subconsciously replied. After answering, he realized that it was not right. He said with a smile, "I didn't mean that. I didn't ask you to repay me like this."
Song Qingshu asked himself that he was really interested in this shy young woman, but when he got her like this, he always felt that there was something missing. Now he has lived among thousands of flowers. He has long been divorced from the vulgar taste.
A cold wind blows outside the door. Cheng Yaojia has a cold war. He subconsciously hugs his arms and says, "do you want me to stand at the door all the time?"
"Look at my memory!" Song Qingshu patted the forehead, mainly because her previous behavior was too unexpected, which made him confused for a while.
Hearing the footsteps of bodyguards patrolling in the corridor outside, song Qingshu runs to close the door. Although Cheng Yaojia is someone else's wife, he doesn't want her body to be seen by another man.
After closing the door, song Qingshu takes off his coat in a hurry. Cheng Yaojia's face is even more red. He stands shivering in the same place, like a delicate orchid.
Song Qingshu was so accomplished that he didn't realize that her heart beat faster for several grades. He quickly explained, "madam, don't misunderstand me. I didn't take off my clothes for..."
He opened his mouth and didn't know how to explain it better, so he simply gave it to action.
He stepped forward and put his coat on her. Song Qingshu said softly, "madam, you don't have to be like this. I have a sincere relationship with you. I'm not a mean person who takes advantage of others' danger."
Cheng Yaojia's body shook and tears streamed down: "you are the Grand Marshal of the kingdom of Jin. What kind of beautiful woman have you never met? How can you treat me as a married woman? I also blame that I don't know myself. I still want to use this as a condition to ask you to save them..."
Seeing the woman crying in front of him, song Qingshu was immediately dumbfounded. Although he had lived in thousands of flowers, sometimes he still didn't understand the woman's idea. He was a gentleman at this time. Shouldn't she be happy? Why did he cry?
"Don't get me wrong, madam. She is beautiful and dignified. She has a fatal attraction to any man." Song Qingshu explained quickly.
The sobbing voice of Cheng Yaojia gradually stopped: "is that because I married someone?"
Song Qingshu was speechless. He subconsciously explained, "it's good to marry a man. Only married women know how to serve a man more happily, eh..."
Halfway through, song Qingshu suddenly realized that something was wrong. Cheng Yaojia showed a shy expression and turned around: "you are... You are good or bad."
The beautiful lady was angry, but her voice was tender and moving. Song Qingshu was so excited that she went forward and hugged her in her arms: "how does madam know I'm bad?"
Now they are close to each other. Cheng Yaojia's soft hips are just above song Qingshu's belly. Feeling the hard pressure of the man behind him, Cheng Yaojia's voice trembles: "you... Aren't you doing me... Bad?"
"Is it?" Song Qingshu embraces her soft body and is reluctant to let go. Her belly also begins to rub her slowly.
Cheng Yaojia blushed even more. The woman's reserve made her subconsciously want to escape, but she immediately wanted to come here, so she had to bite her lips and endure the shame from her body.
Song Qingshu's fingers glided over her face, and finally stayed on her hair between her temples. He said with admiration, "how does my wife maintain her hair so smooth and bright?"
If a man dares to put his hand on her cheek on weekdays, she would have slapped her face in shame, but now the man behind is not only putting his hand on her cheek?
But she could only endure shame, and at the same time, she would answer his question in a trembling voice: "you men don't understand these things about your daughter's family."
"So it is." Song Qingshu nodded with deep sympathy and untied the bun on her head. "It's more beautiful for madam to have her hair scattered."
The breath of the man behind him could be heard, and his steel needle like beard could be felt on the skin of his neck. Cheng Yaojia's body trembled even more severely: "we Han people... Han women, after we get married... Our hair should be combed in a bun."
"There is the beauty of hair spreading, and there is the beauty of bun combing." Song Qingshu said in her ear.
Feeling each other's hand gently rubbing his soft hair, Cheng Yaojia seems to have an illusion that his skin is being caressed so wantonly.
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Cheng Yaojia blushed and silently took off his clothes. His two arms, white as jade, were exposed to the moonlight, making them even more crystal clear as jade. Maybe it was the cold in the late night, or her heart was too nervous, her skin exposed to the air gradually floated a thin layer of shudders.
Song Qingshu was a little silly. He didn't react for a moment. The first reaction in his mind was that the button of her dress was broken by the palm wind in He Yuan just now? After all, with Cheng Yaojia's ladylike temperament, she can never take off her clothes in front of a man other than her husband.
Until Cheng Yaojia reached out again and began to take off her second dress, song Qingshu finally responded and quickly stepped forward and pressed her hand: "madam, what is this for?"
Cheng Yaojia lowered his head, could not see the expression on her face clearly, but could only see her red ears. He only heard her say in a slightly inaudible voice: "you are not related to Lu Lang, so it's too difficult for you to help them..."
Song Qingshu couldn't laugh or cry: "madam, you misunderstood me. I didn't mean to blackmail you when I brought you back, but..."
"I know you are very nice," Cheng Yaojia looked up and looked at him with a pair of big watery eyes. "You have saved me several times. I'm not the kind of person who takes an inch. I don't pretend that I don't know anything. I want you to save people in vain."
Song Qingshu said: "I'm trying to find a way to save them. Don't get me wrong..."
Cheng Yaojia smiles and shakes his head: "you are kind to me and willing to help for me. I am very grateful. But after all, you are a senior official of the state of Jin. Song, Jin and Su are irreconcilable. Seeing that the mission of the Southern Song Dynasty is in trouble, you have done your utmost. How can I trouble you again and again with peace of mind? "
"But you are in a high position, and you are good at martial arts. I really can't think of any reward that can interest you. After thinking about it, maybe you will be interested in my body," Cheng Yaojia continued, blushing. "I hope you don't dislike my marriage."
"How can I dislike your marriage?" Song Qingshu subconsciously replied. After answering, he realized that it was not right. He said with a smile, "I didn't mean that. I didn't ask you to repay me like this."
Song Qingshu asked himself that he was really interested in this shy young woman, but when he got her like this, he always felt that there was something missing. Now he has lived among thousands of flowers. He has long been divorced from the vulgar taste.
A cold wind blows outside the door. Cheng Yaojia has a cold war. He subconsciously hugs his arms and says, "do you want me to stand at the door all the time?"
"Look at my memory!" Song Qingshu patted the forehead, mainly because her previous behavior was too unexpected, which made him confused for a while.
Hearing the footsteps of bodyguards patrolling in the corridor outside, song Qingshu runs to close the door. Although Cheng Yaojia is someone else's wife, he doesn't want her body to be seen by another man.
After closing the door, song Qingshu takes off his coat in a hurry. Cheng Yaojia's face is even more red. He stands shivering in the same place, like a delicate orchid.
Song Qingshu was so accomplished that he didn't realize that her heart beat faster for several grades. He quickly explained, "madam, don't misunderstand me. I didn't take off my clothes for..."
He opened his mouth and didn't know how to explain it better, so he simply gave it to action.
He stepped forward and put his coat on her. Song Qingshu said softly, "madam, you don't have to be like this. I have a sincere relationship with you. I'm not a mean person who takes advantage of others' danger."
Cheng Yaojia's body shook and tears streamed down: "you are the Grand Marshal of the kingdom of Jin. What kind of beautiful woman have you never met? How can you treat me as a married woman? I also blame that I don't know myself. I still want to use this as a condition to ask you to save them..."
Seeing the woman crying in front of him, song Qingshu was immediately dumbfounded. Although he had lived in thousands of flowers, sometimes he still didn't understand the woman's idea. He was a gentleman at this time. Shouldn't she be happy? Why did he cry?
"Don't get me wrong, madam. She is beautiful and dignified. She has a fatal attraction to any man." Song Qingshu explained quickly.
The sobbing voice of Cheng Yaojia gradually stopped: "is that because I married someone?"
Song Qingshu was speechless. He subconsciously explained, "it's good to marry a man. Only married women know how to serve a man more happily, eh..."
Halfway through, song Qingshu suddenly realized that something was wrong. Cheng Yaojia showed a shy expression and turned around: "you are... You are good or bad."
The beautiful lady was angry, but her voice was tender and moving. Song Qingshu was so excited that she went forward and hugged her in her arms: "how does madam know I'm bad?"
Now they are close to each other. Cheng Yaojia's soft hips are just above song Qingshu's belly. Feeling the hard pressure of the man behind him, Cheng Yaojia's voice trembles: "you... Aren't you doing me... Bad?"
"Is it?" Song Qingshu embraces her soft body and is reluctant to let go. Her belly also begins to rub her slowly.
Cheng Yaojia blushed even more. The woman's reserve made her subconsciously want to escape, but she immediately wanted to come here, so she had to bite her lips and endure the shame from her body.
Song Qingshu's fingers glided over her face, and finally stayed on her hair between her temples. He said with admiration, "how does my wife maintain her hair so smooth and bright?"
If a man dares to put his hand on her cheek on weekdays, she would have slapped her face in shame, but now the man behind is not only putting his hand on her cheek?
But she could only endure shame, and at the same time, she would answer his question in a trembling voice: "you men don't understand these things about your daughter's family."
"So it is." Song Qingshu nodded with deep sympathy and untied the bun on her head. "It's more beautiful for madam to have her hair scattered."
The breath of the man behind him could be heard, and his steel needle like beard could be felt on the skin of his neck. Cheng Yaojia's body trembled even more severely: "we Han people... Han women, after we get married... Our hair should be combed in a bun."
"There is the beauty of hair spreading, and there is the beauty of bun combing." Song Qingshu said in her ear.
Feeling each other's hand gently rubbing his soft hair, Cheng Yaojia seems to have an illusion that his skin is being caressed so wantonly.
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Cheng Yaojia blushed and silently took off his clothes. His two arms, white as jade, were exposed to the moonlight, making them even more crystal clear as jade. Maybe it was the cold in the late night, or her heart was too nervous, her skin exposed to the air gradually floated a thin layer of shudders.Song Qingshu was a little silly. He didn't react for a moment. The first reaction in his mind was that the button of her dress was broken by the palm wind in He Yuan just now? After all, with Cheng Yaojia's ladylike temperament, she can never take off her clothes in front of a man other than her husband.Until Cheng Yaojia reached out again and began to take off her second dress, song Qingshu finally responded and quickly stepped forward and pressed her hand: "madam, what is this for?"Cheng Yaojia lowered his head, could not see the expression on her face clearly, but could only see her red ears. He only heard her say in a slightly inaudible voice: "you are not related to Lu Lang, so it's too difficult for you to help them..."Song Qingshu couldn't laugh or cry: "madam, you misunderstood me. I didn't mean to blackmail you when I brought you back, but...""I know you are very nice," Cheng Yaojia looked up and looked at him with a pair of big watery eyes. "You have saved me several times. I'm not the kind of person who takes an inch. I don't pretend that I don't know anything. I want you to save people in vain."Song Qingshu said: "I'm trying to find a way to save them. Don't get me wrong..."Cheng Yaojia smiles and shakes his head: "you are kind to me and willing to help for me. I am very grateful. But after all, you are a senior official of the state of Jin. Song, Jin and Su are irreconcilable. Seeing that the mission of the Southern Song Dynasty is in trouble, you have done your utmost. How can I trouble you again and again with peace of mind? ""But you are in a high position, and you are good at martial arts. I really can't think of any reward that can interest you. After thinking about it, maybe you will be interested in my body," Cheng Yaojia continued, blushing. "I hope you don't dislike my marriage.""How can I dislike your marriage?" Song Qingshu subconsciously replied. After answering, he realized that it was not right. He said with a smile, "I didn't mean that. I didn't ask you to repay me like this."Song Qingshu asked himself that he was really interested in this shy young woman, but when he got her like this, he always felt that there was something missing. Now he has lived among thousands of flowers. He has long been divorced from the vulgar taste.A cold wind blows outside the door. Cheng Yaojia has a cold war. He subconsciously hugs his arms and says, "do you want me to stand at the door all the time?""Look at my memory!" Song Qingshu patted the forehead, mainly because her previous behavior was too unexpected, which made him confused for a while.Hearing the footsteps of bodyguards patrolling in the corridor outside, song Qingshu runs to close the door. Although Cheng Yaojia is someone else's wife, he doesn't want her body to be seen by another man.After closing the door, song Qingshu takes off his coat in a hurry. Cheng Yaojia's face is even more red. He stands shivering in the same place, like a delicate orchid.Song Qingshu was so accomplished that he didn't realize that her heart beat faster for several grades. He quickly explained, "madam, don't misunderstand me. I didn't take off my clothes for..."He opened his mouth and didn't know how to explain it better, so he simply gave it to action.He stepped forward and put his coat on her. Song Qingshu said softly, "madam, you don't have to be like this. I have a sincere relationship with you. I'm not a mean person who takes advantage of others' danger."Cheng Yaojia's body shook and tears streamed down: "you are the Grand Marshal of the kingdom of Jin. What kind of beautiful woman have you never met? How can you treat me as a married woman? I also blame that I don't know myself. I still want to use this as a condition to ask you to save them..."Seeing the woman crying in front of him, song Qingshu was immediately dumbfounded. Although he had lived in thousands of flowers, sometimes he still didn't understand the woman's idea. He was a gentleman at this time. Shouldn't she be happy? Why did he cry?"Don't get me wrong, madam. She is beautiful and dignified. She has a fatal attraction to any man." Song Qingshu explained quickly.The sobbing voice of Cheng Yaojia gradually stopped: "is that because I married someone?"Song Qingshu was speechless. He subconsciously explained, "it's good to marry a man. Only married women know how to serve a man more happily, eh..."Halfway through, song Qingshu suddenly realized that something was wrong. Cheng Yaojia showed a shy expression and turned around: "you are... You are good or bad."The beautiful lady was angry, but her voice was tender and moving. Song Qingshu was so excited that she went forward and hugged her in her arms: "how does madam know I'm bad?"Now they are close to each other. Cheng Yaojia's soft hips are just above song Qingshu's belly. Feeling the hard pressure of the man behind him, Cheng Yaojia's voice trembles: "you... Aren't you doing me... Bad?""Is it?" Song Qingshu embraces her soft body and is reluctant to let go. Her belly also begins to rub her slowly.Cheng Yaojia blushed even more. The woman's reserve made her subconsciously want to escape, but she immediately wanted to come here, so she had to bite her lips and endure the shame from her body.Song Qingshu's fingers glided over her face, and finally stayed on her hair between her temples. He said with admiration, "how does my wife maintain her hair so smooth and bright?"If a man dares to put his hand on her cheek on weekdays, she would have slapped her face in shame, but now the man behind is not only putting his hand on her cheek?But she could only endure shame, and at the same time, she would answer his question in a trembling voice: "you men don't understand these things about your daughter's family.""So it is." Song Qingshu nodded with deep sympathy and untied the bun on her head. "It's more beautiful for madam to have her hair scattered."The breath of the man behind him could be heard, and his steel needle like beard could be felt on the skin of his neck. Cheng Yaojia's body trembled even more severely: "we Han people... Han women, after we get married... Our hair should be combed in a bun.""There is the beauty of hair spreading, and there is the beauty of bun combing." Song Qingshu said in her ear.Feeling each other's hand gently rubbing his soft hair, Cheng Yaojia seems to have an illusion that his skin is being caressed so wantonly.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
