A maid with two buns came in, blinked at Jia Cong, and asked, "Master, what are you asking?"

Jia Cong said: "Tell the letter to Zhan Peng in front of him, tell him to send a quick horse to the ship."

Xiaoqi simply responded, took the letter and went out.

After Xiaoqi went out, Ping'er seemed to have not recovered yet and looked at Jia Cong blankly.

Jia Cong reached out and hugged her in his arms. His thumb gently lifted up the ripples of her clothes, slid her hands into her clothes, and fell into the soft and bulge...

Ping'er immediately blushed, and her beautiful eyes gathered a charming watery feeling, staring at Jia Cong.

Jia Cong chuckled and said softly: "Stay good rest for a night, there will be some trouble tomorrow!"

Ping'er's moist lips opened and closed, but she didn't know what to say, so she could only stand on tiptoe, blush her face, and kiss Jia Cong on his own initiative...

The plum blossom tent smiles and follows each other, and the joy is hard to be filled with joy. The spring soul is full of charm and the bones are melted in front of the three peaks.

Love is beyond the Yunmeng of the Chu Dynasty, and the joy of Bing Qiong Xiaolu Trace. When love is unwilling to be broken, the sound of the chicken sings the fifth hour.
Chapter completed!