Moling Gao Chong Mansion, inner house.

Da Qiao sat upright in front of the dressing table in front of the window, holding a silver hairpin in her hand, staring blankly out of the window. There was a pool of water with shallow shadows hanging down, a hazy white moon reflected in the heart of the pool, and a few thin bamboos next to it moved in the wind.

Her eyes were blurred and melancholy, and her condensed eyebrows were gathering with thousands of thoughts.

"Sister, what kind of person do you think is Pampering Sui?" A crisp and neat voice rang behind Da Qiao. The woman talking was wearing a twig-shaped skirt, sixteen or seventeen years old, with a pretty and beautiful face. A pair of delicate and lively eyes turned, and her slender hands flexibly flipped up and down, and then she rolled up and down the black hair on Da Qiao's head in a moment.

This girl is not someone else, but Xiao Qiao rescued by Lei Xu from the tiger of the rioters. After being rescued by Lei Xu that day, Xiao Qiao was sent to the rear of Moling by Gao Chong. This time, Da Qiao happened to come from Yuzhang, and the two sisters were reunited.

Da Qiao was really surprised by this reunion with Xiao Qiao. She originally thought that Xiao Qiao was kidnapped by Xia Houheng, and found out that there was no news from many sources, but she was probably injured. Unexpectedly, the opportunity happened to make their sisters meet again. What surprised her even more was that from Xiao Qiao's mouth, she also learned that her father Qiao Xuan was in good health and was now living in Zhou Yu's mansion in Wujun.

Hearing Xiao Qiao's question, a red glow suddenly flew on Da Qiao's melancholy face, and he said resentfully: "He—, he is a ruthless and innocent lover!"

Da Qiao's expression when he spoke was reflected in the bronze mirror in front of the dressing table. His glances and smiles were clearly seen by Xiao Qiao standing behind him. Xiao Qiao finally understood suddenly that Da Qiao was also deeply trapped in the love network and could not extricate himself.

The person Da Qiao was thinking about day and night was actually her husband. Gao Chong, a hero that everyone praised, was only concerned about fighting and fighting with each other, and letting the beautiful family in the family stay alone in the empty bedroom.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Xiao Qiao's lips: "My Zhou Lang, Zhou Lang is handsome and understanding, and will not be like Gao Chong treats his sister!"

"Qinger, why are you laughing at?" Da Qiao asked.

Xiao Qiao let out a sigh of relief and said, "Does sister really think so? My sister is angry and has the only princess in her eyes."

"Zheng, do you talk nonsense anymore, let me see if I don't tear your mouth?" Da Qiao said coquettishly when he was told the matter at the center.

Da Qiao said fiercely, but his heart hurt so much by Xiao Qiao's words. Yes! What kind of person is his husband? In the eyes of the people, he is a great hero that everyone admires and loves. In the eyes of his subordinates, he is a good lord who stands tall and deserves his life. In his heart, he is so cute and hateful.

But how can we clearly distinguish between love and hate? I don’t know if there is any shadow of me left in his heart. Thinking of this, Da Qiao’s eyes became even more confused.

"Sister, you are so beautiful, gentle and intelligent, many men can't move at a glance." Xiao Qiao saw Da Qiao's thoughts and comforted her.

If he doesn't like it, no matter how many men stare at me, Da Qiao thought secretly, Musa——In his heart, perhaps only the princess is the woman he really cares about.

Compared with Princess Musa, who is heroic and magnanimous, the only thing she can compare with is beauty, but can beauty really be exchanged for a man's heart?

Since he was accidentally married into the governor's mansion in Yuzhang, Da Qiao had no complaints at the beginning. After all, he was just a substitute for "Xiahou Yun" at that time. Gao Fengruo gave up Musa like an urgent ghost to cater to himself, then he would not be Gao Feng.

But after knowing his identity, although he was busy with military affairs and had been fighting for several months, the place where Gao Chong stayed at night was not his residence once when he stayed in Yuzhang.

Every night, when Da Qiao looked at the lights in the main room, she felt an inexplicable pain in her heart. The pain pierced Da Qiao's chest like a needle, making her feel almost suffocating.

In this pain, there is a hint of jealousy, a hint of self-pity, and a hint of self-admiration!

Fortunately, this time, Musa's figure was far away. Fortunately, when he left Yuzhang, Da Qiao won Musa's trust with her gentleness and virtue. Da Qiao knew that what Musa needed was a person who did not compete with her for the first place and could take care of Gao Chong. If he wanted to win Gao Chong's heart, he must first make Musa trust himself.

After all, the relationship between Musa and Gao Chong was caused by life and death, hardship and hardship. Da Qiao knew that no matter how hard he tried, he could not compare to Musa's position in Gao Chong's heart.

But all of this matters.

What is important is that he has me in his heart.

The lights on the corridor became brighter and brighter, and along the winding corridor, it shone a path. This was the light that Da Qiao asked the maids around him to light up just to illuminate the person who was hesitating to go home.

But will he come?

Da Qiao was not sure at all.

"Only Sister Musa is worthy of him!" The stars in the sky blinked their eyes one after another, and Da Qiao kept murmuring, her heart was slowly being torn apart.

"Qinger, do you say he—— will he come?" Outside the window, there was no reflection in the pool, and Da Qiao's confidence was collapsing little by little.

Hearing Da Qiao's whisper, Xiao Qiao understood that although his sister was talking fiercely, her heart had already been on Gao Chong's body. Thinking of this, Xiao Qiao chuckled and said, "Sister, don't worry, the guard has already sent a message just now. It won't take long for the handsome pet to arrive!"

When she said this, a trace of melancholy flashed across Xiao Qiao's pure and slightly shy face. Her eyes looked at the night sky outside the window. There were only one or two stars blinking, and the rest were covered by the fog that was not real. Zhou Lang, where is my Zhou Lang? My sister's husband is only a ruler, and you can see it when you want to see it. Zhou Lang—, I wonder if he is injured, is he okay? Do he miss me? Are he worried about me?

In Xiao Qiao's heart, there are countless questions to ask.

But she didn't know who to ask.

The tears were so deep that Xiao Qiao felt her eyes turn red, and a bead of tears rolled down on her eyelashes, hitting Da Qiao's face with wet. With this tear, she was the once cheerful and lively flawless girl, the once sweet little Qiao.

Da Qiao tried to remove the tears, raised her head, and said, ""Qinger, after this reunion, I always feel that I will soon stop knowing you!"

Xiao Qiao squeezed out a little smile with difficulty and said, "I'm fine, sister, really, don't worry!"

On the corridor, Gao Chong's figure was illuminated by the lights for a long time, looking extremely tall.

It was finally difficult to get rid of Hua Tuo, but it was already dark. The guards in the corridor hung up red lanterns early. The jumping light was blocked by the red paper, showing a bright and dark light. In Gao Chong's eyes, the light was as if the current situation was now. It was a smooth road, and it was difficult and dangerous. How could it be easier to overcome all obstacles?

Just as he walked, Gao Chong was staggering and almost fell down without paying attention. A thin silk book fell out of his collar. Gao Chong picked it up and saw that it was the "Dongxuan Sutra" presented to him by Hua Tuo.

Under the dim light, men and women in the album flew up from the silk, competing to pose in various charming postures, rendering the temptation of lust to the extreme. Turning on the first page of the silk album is the first style of one of the nine methods of art in the room: on the second page is the tiger step, and on the third page is the ape-Bo.

In addition to the above nine styles recorded in the first half of the "Dongxuan Jing", Hua Tuo also created a new thirteen style method in the second half, and the method of indulging in desire and making love is even more unique and exciting.

Just as Gao Chong was dazzling and confused, he suddenly heard someone shouting in front of him: "Pussy is back!"

Gao Chong looked at it and saw a maid standing at the door of the inner courtyard next to him, shouting in surprise. It turned out that when Gao Chong was looking around, he walked forward unknowingly. Now the place where he was standing was outside the inner courtyard, where Da Qiao lived.

The one who shouted just now was Da Qiao's accompanying maid.

Gao Chong's face turned red and he closed the silk book and put it back in his arms. Although he was already the governor, in fact, Gao Chong was not a few years older than these maids.

Gao Chong also possesses the feeling of seven emotions and six desires.

Gao Chong raised his head and walked into Da Qiao's boudoir. His eyes looked inside from the raised curtain, but it happened to collide with the look that Da Qiao cast.

"Uh--, the official business is busy in the front, it's too late!" Gao Chong, who was looking at Da Qiao's clear and anxious eyes, was a little guilty when he was aroused by the indulgence method in the silk book.

"Xiao Qiao has met her brother-in-law!" Xiao Qiao bowed and said, behind Da Qiao.

Gao Chong showed a hint of fatigue and tiredness on his face. He let out a long sigh and said with a smile: "So Xiao Qiao is here too!" Fortunately, Xiao Qiao is there, otherwise, facing Da Qiao alone, Gao Chong really doesn't know what to do.

"Sister, I'll go back first!" Xiao Qiao whispered. She knew that there were too few opportunities for Da Qiao and Gao Chong. Just the moment Gao Chong walked in, Xiao Qiao saw infinite surprises in Da Qiao's eyes. After experiencing countless unbearable expectations, Da Qiao finally waited for the person who was struggling to stay with him.

Da Qiao nodded silently, her eyes stared at Gao Chong, and she never left since the moment Gao Chong entered the door.

"How are you doing these days?" Gao Chong's voice was low and powerful.

Da Qiao's tears suddenly burst out from his eyes and he choked and said, "You are back, everything is fine!"

Before she finished speaking, Da Qiao slowly stood up from the dressing table, then quickly threw herself into Gao Chong's arms. Her hands suddenly hugged Gao Chong's sturdy body, afraid that once she let go, the person in front of her who was thinking about day and night would disappear.

"My heart—, do you know, do you know?" Da Qiao kept murmured.

Da Qiao's gentle and delicate body leaned on Gao Chong's shoulders, and a unique female aura penetrated Gao Chong's brain. Gao Chong felt a heat rising from his abdomen, and he could no longer curb his impulse.

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Last night, for Da Qiao, it was both happy and painful. What was happy was that Gao Chong finally wanted to himself. After waiting for about half a year, Da Qiao felt the beauty of the desire between men and women for the first time. What was painful was that she, who had just started to do things, finally went from a girl to a woman in front of Gao Chong's long-term violent attack.

Just as Da Qiao was thinking about it, he suddenly had a heavy kiss on his cherry lips, and then he said softly with a gentle voice: "What are you thinking about?"

Da Qiao was shocked. She didn't expect Gao Chong to wake up suddenly. Thinking of the madness last night, Da Qiao suddenly turned red and said shyly: "No - I didn't think about anything?"

Gao Chong gently stroked Da Qiao's graceful back, feeling the humming and panting of the beauties beside him, and felt the heat in his lower abdomen, as if he had been recovering for a short period of time and was about to rise again.

Da Qiao felt Gao Chong's strangeness. Last night's excessive indulgence almost made her look gloomy. She had tasted the fruit for the first time and whispered softly and begged: "Shao Chong--!"

Gao Chong looked down at Da Qiao, whose face turned pale. He knew that the beauty was young and could not withstand the fierce attack of the nine styles in the "Dongxuan Jing". As for the moves in the second half, it was even less.

Gao Chong felt pity in his heart and comforted him: "Are you tired last night? I'll call the maid who served me to bring some snacks later, so you can lie down and rest!"

Seeing that his husband was so considerate, Da Qiao was even more moved, and hugged Gao Chong tightly in his hand, and moaned: "It's not a problem!"

Seeing that Da Qiao was so docile and understanding, Gao Chong liked it very much, and said, "The sun has been shot in the room. If I don't go out again, I'm probably going to be made fun of me later!"
Chapter completed!