Across the heavens to be a bandit

Chapter 173 [dou M]

Afterwards, Zhao Xun returned to normal.

Lying on the bed, squinting and enjoying, the aftertaste is endless.

The fake princess squatted halfway, full of spring, plump and unparalleled, and kneaded her shoulders.

Watching the water of Spring Lake and appreciating the flowers of Spring Lake, Prince Jing'an's son Zhao Xun said regretfully:

"The voice is almost unreal, but once on the bed, the skin and figure are still a little bit worse, a fly in the ointment.

If you are lucky next time, you still show your secrets like this..."

The pseudo-princess had a charming nasal voice and hummed softly.

Zhao Xun raised his head and stared at her for a long time, but kept thinking about the details of getting along with Princess Pei these days in his mind.

Suddenly turned over, grabbed her soft black hair, and said viciously:
"Good Wei'er, if I don't touch you these days, I miss your little mouth like crazy!"

Wearing a robe, he lay directly on the sandalwood floor under the eaves outside the room, listening to the automatic wind chime without wind.

After the sage's time has passed, the prince of Jing'an at this moment has no contention with the world, is harmless to others, and has a refined temperament.

The fake princess knelt aside, watching Feng Ling quietly with him.

Quiet and restrained, Zhao Xun is actually quite handsome.

After a long time, he turned his head and refocused his eyes on the false princess.

Outside the house, there is another cloud and rain in Wushan, which is not enough for outsiders! (Omit one hundred thousand words again)
Afterwards, Zhao Xun looked at his face and said to himself:
"It's so beautiful, but you are not her after all.

In this life, she is destined not to look at me.

Even my royal father, she didn't bother to look at her, she couldn't fight back when she was beaten or scolded.

It's like a living dead! "

After a long time, Prince Jing'an, unable to fight any more, finally packed his clothes and left.

Before leaving, Zhao Xun slapped the fake princess.

The reason is that she just peeked at herself a few times.

The fake princess covered the red spot on her face, and with a look of enjoyment, she carefully lay down on the spot where Zhao Xun had just been lying down.

Not only did he not hold any grudges in his heart, but it was more a kind of pleasure and enjoyment.

This feeling cannot be experienced or imagined by others.

Suddenly, she suddenly sat up and looked towards the old man who stood there like a walking corpse for an unknown time and how long behind her.

When she first entered the small courtyard, she was often whipped and slapped wildly, but these were nothing compared to the old man in front of her.

It was a kind of awe and fear from the bottom of my heart!
The old man looked up at Feng Ling and said, "You fell in love with this poor bastard who grew up in the dark?"

The false princess was prostrate on the ground, her delicate body trembling.

After leaving the private house, the old man went all the way to the reeds outside the city.

Looking back, I glanced at this private wooden house again, and sighed:

"The fate of you and that idiot depends on today. It's a pity that you can't see it."

After a moment of silence, counting your fingers, sighing heavily again, talking to yourself, whispered:

"Flying dragon in the sky? Ziwei moves north?"

After a pause, he said again: "To unify the world, this is much more difficult than the chaos of the nine kingdoms. However, only such an impossible and unprecedented challenge can be interesting to do, hehe..."

Looking in the direction of Wudi City from a distance, a black chess piece exploded in the old man's hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said:
"If you don't enter the first floor in the world, I respectfully invite you to go down to the underworld!
Number two in the world, it's time for a change! "

Thinking of the conspiracy in Baishilou, the old man couldn't help but tongue-in-cheek, this kid is a ruthless person.

Also a lunatic!
However, to his taste!

As for the rabbit and the dog cooking, the birds are all hidden...

Xu Shi thought of some exciting part, and the old man burst out laughing.

One step forward, already a hundred meters away, the phantom figure instantly shattered.

Thirty miles outside Xiangfan city.

The vast expanse, where the eye can see, is full of reeds, with fluttering fluff.

But I don't know what happened today, this place has lost the last bit of vitality.

The surroundings are quiet, only the sound of the wind blowing the reeds.

In the middle of the reed marshes, a young man from a rich family sits on a stone pier with his legs crossed.

At its feet, lay four talisman generals in red armor.

To the northeast, like a wooden stake, stood a farmer man with an unattractive appearance.

Throwing it in the crowd is just a cheating guy who drinks a couple of rice wine and gossips about whether the butt of the Widow Chen next door is round or not.

The only thing worth seeing is the golden soft sword wrapped around his waist.

Although this person is too popular, if he is a person who walks in the rivers and lakes, he can be recognized at a glance.

No.11 in the world, no one in the world knows it!

In contrast, the tenth No.9 is much more powerful.

It has been ranked No.11 for three consecutive martial arts reviews.

This ranking, not going up or down, really makes people dumbfounded.

Wang Mingyin, No.11 in the world, is proficient in all eighteen martial arts.

Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, three religions and nine streams, all involved.

It is because he is too smart, has learned a lot, and is proficient in everything, so that he doesn't know how to choose a weapon.

In the end, I chose a soft sword.

True Qi is poured into it, and there are thousands of changes, such as knives, swords, and spears.

In the southwest direction, a Sima in green shirt came slowly with a bamboo pole on his shoulder.

Suddenly, the sound of horseshoes sounded.

Among the reeds, thousands of birds flew up in shock.

The reed tidbits are fluttering like heavy snow.

The white-haired old man asked a fisherman for a fish at the edge of the reed marshes, a hundred meters away, in the river, lit a fire, and grilled the fish.

Hearing the sound of thousands of birds soaring from the reeds, he added some firewood and said to himself:
"What a place to die!"

Princess Pei's carriage for admiring the scenery went all the way without stopping.

From the Tantu official road to the small road, enter the dense forest of reeds.

In previous years, when the princess came out to enjoy the scenery, she would stop here, get off the carriage, and let the guards follow her from a distance.

Today, when I arrived here, I walked a certain distance, but I still didn't get off the car.

In the carriage, Princess Pei lit a sandalwood statue and sat in a kneeling position with her buttocks resting on her legs.

Invisibly, a full arc is squeezed out.

Even when the two maids at the side saw it, their hearts were also throbbing.

Occasionally, when cleaning those white lotus jade feet for him, my heart would be rippling, and I would feel that if I were a man, I would have no regrets in this life to obtain such a princess.

The maid didn't understand why such a beauty, the prince just kicked and humiliated her, but she didn't have the same room.

Could it be that the rumors are true?
At that time, several princes fought for the position of Ninety-five Supreme Beings, and in a black-clothed attack, the prince lost his qualifications to be a man.

If so, why did he marry Princess Pei?
Princess Pei held a letter and a brocade box in her hand.

The letter was given to her by King Jing'an, and she was asked to hand it over to Xu Qianqiu, the eldest son of Beiliang.

Looking at the envelope in her hand, she hesitated whether to read it or not.

This secret letter has not been sealed.

Is it for the convenience of her peeking?

Jing'an Wang Zhao Heng's actions are unpredictable.

Don't stop talking, don't vote for things, leave it to others to guess.

After thinking for a moment, she gently took out the secret letter with two fingers.

The handwriting was indeed written by King Jing'an himself: send my nephew thousands of miles away!

(End of this chapter)