Chapter 876 Fuqin

Zhao Changhe once thought that it was really unfair to the little girl to eat Baoqin just for the sake of asking for it, or to ask someone to refill the drink after a wedding, so he kept waiting for a better opportunity.

As a result, after waiting for thirty years, he was still waiting for him to become a watchman's stone.

Today, when I meet someone, I insist on having sex with someone without saying a word, which seems a bit ugly.

But that's what he thinks...and the key to this kind of thing lies in what the other person thinks.

Even back then, Baoqin herself was eagerly looking forward to refilling her cup... You think it's unfair, but she thinks so herself. That's because she has a deep-rooted consciousness of playing the role of maidservant since she was a child, even if she is now alone as a minister.

Governor Shi is doing official things, and his consciousness has not changed since he was a child.

No matter what Zhao Changhe's thoughts are now, Baoqin himself will not miss this night.

Otherwise, given the current situation, one should go directly across the Yangtze River to Gusu to find Tang Buqi, instead of staying overnight in Yangzhou... This overnight arrangement has already highlighted what Chang Shi is thinking about pretending to be a public servant.

This is an extremely rare time to be alone. It's not a refill or a drink, it's alone; and it's the first time since he recovered, so it can be considered a first time, right?

This was something I had never dreamed of back then. Baoqin absolutely loves this shipping audit task. It allows him to be close to the water, and there is only a little girl beside him who cannot pose any competition at all. She is only qualified to look after the door. Baoqin also went out of his way to

After a few test sentences, I was sure that there really was no competition.

Lord Changshi specifically told the Yangzhou magistrate, and also secretly told Wan Dongliu to guard Yangzhou tonight and not even a fly to come in. Everyone in Yangzhou thought it was for the Holy Sword Dragon Bird, but Wan Dongliu guessed it.

It is indeed a dragon bird that Master Qin is aiming for, but it is not the one everyone thinks.

Now that everything is ready, if there are any unsightly interruptions tonight, Baoqin will definitely tie up a thunderbolt and explode with them.

Zhao Changhe entered the room with Baoqin in his arms, and saw that the room was warmly lit by candles. In the center was a bathtub that the maids had just put in. The water was covered with rose petals, and the mood was full.

Zhao Changhe looked down at the little maid in his arms with a half-smile but not a smile. He held Qin and buried his head in his arms nervously, for fear that he would be laughed at by his uncle if he did something too obvious.

Zhao Changhe knew what the little maid was thinking and said deliberately: "How do you know that I want to take a hot bath after I wake up?"

Baoqin said happily: "Baoqin is the most professional maid!"

Zhao Changhe put her down and opened his hands: "Then... undress me?"

Baoqin walked behind him with a red face, stretched out her hands to untie his clothes, her little hands were trembling a little.

Even if this is what I want, this is so shameful.

The belt was lightly separated, and the outer robe was scattered. The man's strong muscles were so strong that the inner garment was about to burst. He leaned back with his qin in his arms and stretched out his hands to caress it, feeling quite a little nervous.

That was the majestic body that had lingered in his dreams so many times... When he was with the lady, he secretly looked at it... That explosive attack was on the lady, and the lady who was usually as beautiful as a fairy was so charming and graceful at that time.

Unbelievable.

How many times have he fantasized about the lady under him turning into himself.

While I was in a daze, I felt that my belt flew off at some point, and my clothes fell apart, giving me a cool feeling.

His voice came to my ears: "I will undress you too."

Baoqin instinctively hugged her chest, and then she felt like the world was spinning. She had already been picked up and put into the bucket.

Baoqin: "?"

Zhao Changhe also got in and gently took away her hand holding her chest: "Isn't it time to help me wash it?"

Baoqin felt that his face was hotter than the bath water, burning up to the base of his ears. He didn't know where his usual sharp teeth had flown. He only had instinctive movements, lowering his head to help him scrub, rubbing and rubbing.

The frequency is just like your own heartbeat.

You've obviously been looking forward to it for so long, why are you still so nervous... Holding Qin, I really want to strangle my useless self.

When it comes to scrubbing, there's actually nothing to scrub... Their practice has long been free of dirt, and no matter how hard they scrub, nothing comes out. It's not so much scrubbing as it is flirting.

As I held the piano and rubbed it, I felt short of breath. I didn't know what was going on in my mind... What I thought about the most was the seductive expression on the young lady's face when she was attacked.

If Tang Wanzhuang knew that she was a role model and teacher for Baoqin, I wonder if she would be so angry that she would fire this maid.

Drowsily, Zhao Changhe's voice came to my ears again: "My little hands are so weak, I might as well wash them for you."

Bao Qin felt like she was being held against his back like a child, and her big hands shuddered every time they rubbed her hands.

Hmm... maybe it's not holding the baby, but playing the piano.

Her body does not need to be washed. The hot spring water is smooth and her skin is as smooth as gel. Today, her practice of holding the piano has improved, and her skin is more like jade and fat than her skin back then. She is no longer an ordinary little maid.

"Remember..." His seductive whisper continued in my ears: "You are not a little maid, I am serving Mr. Chang Shi now..."

Baoqin wanted to complain a little bit in her heart... It's really strange. When a woman washes a man's hands, she is serving; when a man washes a woman's hands, why can't she just feel like she is being played with...

It's a pity that I don't know what kind of silence spell I got, so I can't complain about it.

Anyway, he was willing to say so, Baoqin's heart was still very soft, so soft that he was willing to play with it in any way, and play with it however he wanted.

"It's better to hold Qin and serve me..." She turned her head slightly, looking at the man's face with blurred starry eyes, and her mouth was slightly open, as if asking for a kiss.

Zhao Changhe lowered his head and kissed her. The little maid's sharp teeth had never been able to show off at this time. No matter how hard she usually acted, she felt soft and sweet at this time.

I could only vaguely hear her vague whisper: "Take me, Master... I have been holding Qin and waiting... for a long, long time..."

Zhao Changhe hugged her up slightly. He felt something while hugging Qin and closed his eyes, and the kiss became more intense.

Unknowingly, there was one more rose petal in the bucket.

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Ling Ruoyu lived in another courtyard, quite far away. She couldn't hear Mi Mi here and didn't dare to eavesdrop. She could just guess what was going on over there. Even Jing Xiu couldn't make up her mind when looking back at the battle situation of the past two days.

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too disgusting.

Really, I thought he was such a respectable senior and had such a long history that people look up to, and that’s it? Isn’t that just a bad relationship between a man and a woman?

When you see your master, you must file a complaint and tell her to stay away from such a bitch. If she covets my master, your head will be blown off.

Having said that, is it true that heroes are romantic? The King Zhao whom I admire the most is also very romantic in the legend. According to historical records, his wedding was held with Cui Shouzuo, but the scandal targets include the current Queen and even the Queen Mother, as well as

It is said that the Prime Minister of the Tang Dynasty also had his own master, as well as the Queen of Dali. Well, there was even an ancient demon god. Scandals spanned the past and present, and spread all over the world.

But the legends are very vague. No one dares to spread the information about these important people casually, which will lead to death. Ling Ruoyu also doesn't want to believe that the hero who recommended Xuanyuan is so lustful. Forget about other things, what the hell are the Queen and the Queen Mother...

Not talking about things like the Queen Mother, Ling Ruoyu felt that it was quite possible for King Zhao and his master to be together. After all, they were heroes of the same Qianlong Ranking and a period of time. At least they had a lot of connections, right? I once quietly asked my master if the same was true.

One of the legendary Princess Zhao, it turned out that she didn't know what keyword was triggered, and her master immediately became angry. She practiced the Luoxia Sword Technique several times and never dared to ask questions again.

By the way, isn't there a dragon bird involved in the past events between King Zhao and Master? It must be clear about it.

The gossip girl opened her eyes excitedly and grabbed the dragon bird lying beside her.

The dragon bird was lying down in boredom when it felt like it was being picked up and shaken: "Long Que, Que Que."

Longque suddenly felt the mood of his friends back then: It was so noisy...

She jumped in disgust and shook Ling Ruoyu away: "Are you familiar with me? Who do you call Queque?"

Ling Ruoyu was also stunned for a moment, why did he shout like this subconsciously, am I familiar with the Holy Sword?

No, this scene feels a bit familiar...

Ling Ruoyu collected her thoughts and said with a smile, "Well, I want to know about King Zhao's story."

Long Que instantly became energetic: "I know this well, what do you want to hear? Is it the story of how he relied on my formation to kill the enemy generals, or the past where he relied on me to escape from the dead? I told you, without me Long Que, he Zhao

Changhe is just a rookie..."

"...I'm asking about King Zhao's story, not your story."

"How can he tell his story without me? He doesn't fight any battles without relying on me! Except for a few archery and a few sneak attacks by Xinghe... Let me tell you, don't think Xinghe is aloof. She

It is specially used to poke people in the eyes, and it has to be me, Longque, who can face the enemy head-on and has great power."

What I want to ask about is not Xinghe... But for some reason, Ling Ruoyu instinctively retorted: "The Xinghe Sword is not like this..."

Don't bully me, I don't understand. According to what the master said, the Galaxy Sword is of a higher level than your Dragon Bird. King Zhao only uses Galaxy as a auxiliary weapon because he is more accustomed to the overpowering style of play. Using you is more

Being suitable doesn't mean that Xinghe is not as good as you, Longque... I never thought that you, a thick-browed and big-eyed person, would say bad things about your friends behind their backs...

"How come it's not like this?" Longque put his hands on his hips: "Do you understand Xinghe? Do you understand Zhao Changhe? Why do you ask me if you understand?"

Ling Ruoyu felt guilty and could only scratch her head: "Okay..."

"Come on, tell me Xinghe can only poke people in the eye. If you don't tell me, don't expect me to tell stories."

Ling Ruoyu felt aggrieved: "Xinghe can only stab people... No, those words are too dirty, can you not say them?"

"Is there anyone in the world who doesn't speak dirty words?" Longque pointed out: "Your so-called King Zhao was full of dirty words when he was the leader of the village, and no one was as dirty as him. Later, in order to get dressed in the late Tang Dynasty, he

I started cultivating my mind and nature to make myself personable, and I deceived myself..."

She really wore makeup from the late Tang Dynasty... Ling Ruoyu's idol collapsed in half, and she asked cautiously: "It is said that King Zhao lived in a village and became a bandit, is it true?"

"How can this be false? There is also Mrs. Yazhai."

"Mrs. Yazhai? Who is it?"

"Yue Hongling..."

As if a thunderbolt struck his head, Ling Ruoyu turned to stone.
To be continued...