Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 261
"I am coming."

Zhao Wujiang strode forward, and naturally took Wu Meiniang's hand, and the two of them clasped their fingers together, and walked into the room.

The day before yesterday, when Wu Meiniang was reviewing the memorial, she faintly heard a clicking sound coming from her body, as if the shackles covering her body were being released.

In the end, she was pleasantly surprised to find that Shou Gongsha, who had troubled her for many years, had disappeared.

Reminiscing that Zhao Wujiang never came to the palace to meet her these few days, she could probably guess in her heart that Zhao Wujiang cracked the palace sand.

Seeing Zhao Wujiang's smile now hides the dusty traveler, her heart moved slightly, ripples appeared, and the burning affection continued to rise.

"Yuan Tiangang is dead." Zhao Wujiang sat down and spoke slowly.

Wu Meiniang hummed softly, charmingly: "Are you injured?"

Zhao Wujiang shook his head with a smile, held her hands, and looked at Wu Meiniang wantonly with his beautiful eyes:
"He can't hurt me, I don't have any idea, it's just a little bit of running back and forth."

Sensing Zhao Wujiang's undisguised scorching gaze, Wu Meiniang's face was as rosy as a glow, she looked directly at Zhao Wujiang, and lightly bit her red lips:

"Are you really not hurt? Don't lie to me."

"Really." Zhao Wujiang grabbed Wu Meiniang's hand and touched his chest: "If you don't believe me, touch it."

Wu Meiniang felt the masculine aura approaching, and her slender hands had already touched Zhao Wujiang's chest, and she could feel the heat through her clothes.

She was extremely shy, and she completely lost the majesty above the court in front of Zhao Wujiang, and she had already turned into a little woman:

"The third grandfather is still in Qifeng Palace."

"That old man can't beat me!" Zhao Wujiang directly embraced Wu Meiniang, embracing Wu Meiniang's weak and boneless waist.

Wu Meiniang leaned limply in Zhao Wujiang's arms, her winking eyes were like silk, and she glared at Zhao Wujiang in all kinds of charms:
"He will find out, if he is against you"

The two bodies were close to each other, and they could feel each other's heat through their clothes.

With a wave of Zhao Wujiang's hand, the invisible golden luck surged out of his body, turning into a huge golden bell and covering the entire bedroom in an instant.

"Well, now he won't find out."

"You..." Wu Meiniang lightly hammered Zhao Wujiang's chest, she was ashamed and angry, and said angrily, "Are you in such a hurry?"

"That's natural." Zhao Wujiang raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly: "Sooner or later you will be my Zhao Wujiang's woman, not to mention you always want me to sleep for you?
Now I am here, eager to grow old with you. "

Long live together. Wu Meiniang murmured softly, her eyes were full of autumn water, she put her arms around Zhao Wujiang's neck, and offered her moist red lips.

"Mmmm."

The two hugged and kissed each other, and the dry wood was on fire.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Embarrassed or timid, Wu Meiniang met Zhao Wujiang's eyes.

She felt Zhao Wujiang's scorching breath, her cheeks became more and more rosy, and her eyes gradually blurred.

Zhao Wujiang suddenly hugged Wu Meiniang and walked towards the bed.

Wu Meiniang exclaimed, knowing what was going to happen next, she shyly kicked her feet in Zhao Wujiang's arms, struggling continuously.

Zhao Wujiang put her gently on the bed, took Wu Meiniang's pushing hand, pressed it down, lowered his head casually, and gently kissed Wu Meiniang's beautiful cheek, the impression of his lips touched it, delicate and delicate.

Wu Meiniang's delicate body was stiff, and the bed curtain was pink, reflecting in her eyes, her struggle also stopped.

Zhao Wujiang let go of the hand that was holding him down, with the marks on his lips continuously downward, and at the same time stretched out his hand to untie his shirt.

Wu Meiniang rested her small hands on Zhao Wujiang's chest, accompanied by her coquettish whisper:

"don't want."

This voice contained timidity and apprehension, wanting to refuse and pleading.

Wu Meiniang was restrained by Shou Gongsha, she has never been a human being, and she is still a virgin. Although the two of them have a strong affection at this moment, the woman's fragility still makes her uneasy.

Zhao Wujiang naturally understood this feeling, he stroked Wu Meiniang's cheek tenderly, and said softly:
"Don't be afraid, I've always been here, in the past, now and in the future, always."

Wu Meiniang clenched her red lips tightly, staring at Zhao Wujiang tenderly, the hand supporting Zhao Wujiang's chest gradually became soft, her face was flushed as shame, and she slowly hooked Zhao Wujiang's neck.

The next moment, she suddenly became dignified: "Zhao Wujiang, I want you to sleep in my bed!"

Three hours later.

Zhao Wujiang's neck was constantly hooked to the depths of the bed by Wu Meiniang's lotus root arm, he said seriously:

"Qing'er and Third Grandpa have been out for a long time, and I'm a little worried about their safety."

"The third grandfather is a great master, who in the imperial city can hurt them?" Zhao Wujiang's head was pulled back, and Wu Meiniang's sweet and hoarse voice came out from the bed curtain, and there was a hint of softness in the hoarseness.

(End of this chapter)