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Chapter 344

These words, like a silver needle pierced the air thousands of years ago, pierced Shui Yanqing's dilated surprised pupils straight like a sword streamer.

The rose-colored tent danced gently with the timely wind, and then fell softly and flamboyantly, bringing with it the fresh smell of grass on the prairie, which easily penetrated into the tip of her nose.

A curtain of green and astringent fragrance.

However, Yi Quzheng's brown pupils reflected her astonishment and dizzy rose color, which turned into an indelible smile in his eyes when he fluttered in the wind, and also, domineering and serious.

The sunlight was warm and gentle, and fell on Yi Quzheng's profile through the white tent, and it was deeply thinned. What fell on the bottom of Shui Yanqing's eyelids was his determination.

He is serious.

"Yi Quzheng, Yuxi can be given to you. But..."

Shui Yanqing hesitated for a moment, lowered her head slightly, grabbed the cloud with several layers of obvious folds, and said it hesitantly.

A few strands of black hair in front of her temples hung down in curls beside her cheeks, covering her eyebrows and also covering up the resentment in her eyes.

Yi Quzheng's body half propped by the bed was startled, and he paused for a long time without saying a word.

Shuiyan tilted her head down, and could only see Yi Quzheng's figure projected on the ground, the dark gray and the warmth of the sun intertwined with each other, the rest was palpable and lonely.

The wind blew out, raising his sleeves, and his figure, on the ground, lowered his head slowly.

Shui Yanqing tightened the cloud quilt in her hand again, bit her lower lip lightly, not knowing what to say to comfort the man in front of her who seemed to have made a lot of determination.

Just when she was hesitating, she heard Yi Quzheng chuckle and said in a low voice: "Shui Yanqing, I, Yi Quzheng, always only like to notify unilaterally, and I didn't ask for your consent."

Shui Yanqing frowned slightly, and suddenly raised her head angrily, but met the helpless and evil smile on his cold lips, and the light in his eyes clearly wrote the word "possession".

"Yi Quzheng, you are presumptuous."

Shui Yanqing stubbornly raised her head and said angrily.

"Oh, is it? There are more presumptuous ones."

After finishing speaking, Yi Quzheng's icy fingertips reached for Shui Yanqing's raised jaw, squeezed tightly, and without any warning, he pressed his hot lips to her cool lips!
Shuiyan wanted to push him away, but his other big hand wrapped around his shoulders, and pressed it on his broad chest, and his whole body was restrained by his powerful hands, unable to move.

His kiss is different from Jimo Ze's kiss, it is the kind of aggression like a storm, a sense of plunder that doesn't seem to give up until the goal is reached, and the feeling of suffocation soon swept through every part of her blood, but it was mixed with The smell of green grass blown by the wind on the prairie made her awake and sometimes deprived of oxygen.

She wanted to stop all of this, but the more she pushed, the tighter she was held!

Yi Quzheng's hand also moved from her chin to the first button on her chest, and he undid it lightly.

Yi Quzheng was panting heavily, with the sparks of that night ignited in his eyes, he could not help but push forward without saying anything, and pushed Shuiyan under him.

Shuiyan snorted, and bent her leg slightly to accumulate strength. Suddenly, with force, she hit Yi Quzheng's crotch violently!
Yi Quzheng was lingering on her neck with ecstasy, and when she kicked her, his blushing face instantly twisted in pain. He let out a soft snort, and after a long time, he calmed down. His eyes were stern, and he said angrily: "You really don't want to be my woman that much?"

Shui Yanqing frowned, pulled up the buttons of her clothes, and choked back angrily: "Are all of you men in Xiliang conquering their beloved women like this? It's really contemptible."

The fierce look in Yi Quzheng's eyes became more and more intense, as if there were dark clouds covering all the sunshine, and it seemed that after he had endured for a long time, he sneered and said: "You women in the Central Plains say that gentleness is like water, it seems that you are It's a bit spicy. Wait, I'll tell you how a man in Xiliang conquers his beloved woman."

After finishing speaking, Yi Quzheng stood up, wiped a trace of her nectar from the corners of her lips, and evilly outlined a smile that she was determined to win, then turned around and closed the rose-colored tent, and said in a low voice: "If you don't know how to I don't mind doing it for you when it comes to getting dressed."

"No need."

Shui Yanqing finally breathed a sigh of relief, she found that her palms were already dripping with cold sweat, and in a panic, she threw her clothes on her body indiscriminately.

She opened the tent, stood behind Yi Quzheng, and asked calmly: "You are ready, but you want to take me to your father's side?"

"You're not stupid. It's just that you didn't count my feelings for you."

Yi Quzheng turned his back to Shui Yanqing, his tone was so flat that no waves could be heard, and he couldn't see his expression when he said this, which made Shui Yanqing feel a little at a loss at that moment.

"Since you don't intend to hand me over to your father, you might as well let me go, and I'll give you the jade seal. We, both of us."

Shuiyan looked at Yi Quzheng's back, slightly parted her thin lips, hesitated, and said so.

"Two Qing?"

Yi Quzheng looked up to the sky and smiled coldly, and then replied: "It's too late. You owe me a lot. So much that you have to exchange yourself for what you owe me."

After finishing speaking, Yi Quzheng raised his head slightly, staring ahead, as if he was staring at something far away.

The wind rolled up the curtain, and the side of the curtain was lifted, and the sun shone in. Shui Yan followed Yi Quzheng's gaze, and as far as the eye could see, there was a bright red flag with the word "cool" blowing in the wind. Stand straight and upright.

That was the banner of the Wang Tent, a symbol of the supreme power of the entire grassland.

The wind was a bit cold, she subconsciously tightened her cloak, her lips moved slightly, and she wanted to say something, but she felt like she didn't say anything.

Yi Quzheng stood with his hands behind his back, fully facing the cold wind and sunshine, staring deeply at many silent hours, until the wind had passed, and the curtain blew down heavily, covering the visible distance and the warm sun. Cai slightly tilted his cheek, and asked slowly: "Yan Qing, do you like flying kites?"

Shui Yanqing didn't know what he was going to do, hesitated for a moment, and replied softly: "I don't really like it, but I don't hate it either."

Yi Quzheng smiled lightly, and turned around slowly, his eyes were full of gentleness and warmth like the sun.

Shui Yanqing only heard him say slowly: "Clean up and take you to fly a kite on the grassland."

　Wenwen will not be an eunuch, and it will be slower in detail, but it will be over.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)