Empress Shen Gongjiao

Chapter 203 Can This Stupid Bird Understand Her?
Feng Qian's face flushed instantly, she didn't know whether it was from choking or she was ashamed by her own obscene thoughts.

But it turns out that beings like "men" are best at being prudish.

Don't look at him being as gentle as jade and personable in one second, in the next second, he will definitely turn into a hungry wolf and prey on you, eating you until there is not even a bone left.

Feng Qian proved this with personal pain.

In the red luan's tent, the spring night is full of joy.

The quality of the big bed in Fengyang Palace was pretty good. It didn't even make a "creaking" sound, but accompanied by the impact of the two bodies connecting together, and the jingle of the wind chimes hanging beside the bed sounded at the same time.

Crisp and sweet, it seems to be accompanied by the most beautiful rhythm in the world.

"Jun...Jun Moying, you are light...en...light, light..."

"Little thing, did you forget? We agreed during the day that we can't spare you tonight..."

"...Who told you that... ah... Ming, obviously you are talking to yourself!"

"You didn't refute at that time, I thought you agreed..."

Your sister didn't refute!Did you give me a chance to refute?
Feng Qian was gasping for breath, and before she had time to curse, she was stunned by a heavy impact, and then she couldn't remember what she wanted to say at all.

In the end, Feng Qian couldn't withstand the shock of both gold stars and white light, sobbing and begging: "Jun Moying, Moying..."

"kindness?"

"No... Ah... no, no..."

"No, I want it."

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This night, as Jun Moying said during the day, no matter how much Feng Qian begged for mercy, he just refused to let her go, as if he had taken a stimulant, he pulled her over and over again.

At the end, with deep eyes, she repeated in her ear over and over again: "Qianqian, never leave me..."

After three hundred rounds of hearty battle, Feng Qian was limp on the bed like a puddle of mud, unable to move her toes.

On the other hand, a refreshed man with a contented face, in addition to needing a beating, still needs a beating.

Feng Qian seemed to have vaguely caught a sentence at the time, but because of her confusion, she didn't answer him from the beginning to the end.

It was already noon the next day when she remembered this matter again.

It was sunny and sunny outside, so Feng Qian asked someone to move a couch and put it in the yard, lying there to bask in the sun.

Suddenly, a blue bird flew in from outside the red wall, circled three times straight above her head, and then flew to the side of a big tree branch to rest, but it kept chirping. .

Feng Qian couldn't express the boredom in her heart, but felt that the bird's singing was surprisingly noisy, and wanted to be chased away.

But after looking at the bird for a long time, the words came to his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

In a strange way, she frowned, lifted the mattress she had covered herself with, got up and walked over.

The bird was not afraid of life at all, it would not fly away when it saw someone passing by, and stuck to the branch like a stake.

Feng Qian blinked, then stood on tiptoe and poked it twice: "Silly bird, aren't you afraid that I will stew you?"

The blue bird's wings shook violently, and in the next second, it flapped its wings and flew away.

Feng Qian was dumbfounded.

This idiot can understand her?
The sense of disobedience in Feng Qian's heart became stronger and stronger.

Among the flowers, a little palace maid stood there holding a broom, she slowly withdrew her gaze from her, and then continued to clean the courtyard as if nothing had happened.

(End of this chapter)