Chapter 28 The White Tiger is Fierce

There are still several months left before the scientific expedition after the autumn harvest, so there is a lot of time left for Pang Tong, so Guo Jia left him in the palace and asked Pang Tong to go south to Chengdu when he returned to Chang'an.

The palace is no longer magnificent. For Guo Jia, the place where he lives is just a lot spacious and spacious, not luxurious.

After taking a bath with a comfortable bath, my body was comfortable, my whole body was relaxed, and I felt an indescribable feeling. Lying on the couch in the huge palace, Guo Jia soon fell asleep.

The night wind blew, the branches in the courtyard swayed, and a graceful figure slowly walked to Guo Jia's door under the moonlight, pushed the door open, and closed it gently.

The house is spacious, with a row of lamps placed beside the walls, and the candles are bright, and the light is neither dazzling nor dim, and the picture reflected is hazy.

Guo Jia, who had already fallen asleep, frowned slightly, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the sword placed beside the bed was pulled out by him, turned over and waved his sword.

"who"

Diao Chan, wearing a gauze, was stunned, and the sword edge with a cold air emitting from her neck stood there without any bias. If she stepped one inch further, she would definitely see blood.

Even though Guo Jia has been resting on his mind in recent years, he has not abandoned his vigilance to be vigilant in times of peace, especially when he is outside, he will pay attention to the movements around him in his heart.

Seeing that the person coming was Diao Chan, Guo Jia took his sword, threw it to the inside of the bed, sat cross-legged on the bed, and asked with a smile: "Why are you not sleeping yet?"

Diao Chan, who was in a false alarm, was still in fear. For the first time, Guo Jia was crossed with a sword on her shoulder. Coupled with the cold expression of Guo Jia's face just now, she suddenly felt terrified and swept her whole body.

After the tense nerves relaxed, Diao Chan's body became weak and she fell forward. She fell down and pounced on Guo Jia's arms. Her beautiful face was just right at the point where Guo Jia's lower body was at the critical point.

Holding Diao Chan's arm with both hands, Guo Jia's smile froze, the faint fragrance thumped, the warm fragrance was soft and soft in his arms, and he couldn't help but feel distracted, and he couldn't help but react, and suddenly he was in a piercing way.

Under his loose clothes, Guo Jia's reaction could not be blocked. Diao Chan's face was rubbed against and rubbed, and her face was flushed with shame.

I raised my face shyly, and under the hazy candlelight, my cheeks were red like fire, and my expression was blurred.

The fragrance is intoxicating. Guo Jia saw Diao Chan's appearance and wanted to be a gentleman, and was about to help her up and push her away.

"Empress, can you hold me for a while?" I don't jump.

Diao Chan said to Guo Jia in a vain, his eyes obsessed with reluctance.

Although it was midnight, it was a little cool, but a man and a woman hugged each other, and even if the sweat did not break through the dam, it would fall like rain.

Guo Jia stared at Diao Chan in a daze. Diao Chan, who had always been obedient, made a request to him for the first time.

Putting his legs crossed flat, Guo Jia moved into the bed, pulled Diao Chan to the edge of the bed, and fell on the bed. Guo Jia hugged Diao Chan's graceful body from behind, without any movement.

Diao Chan, who got what she wished, felt like a deer, her back pressed against Guo Jia's broad chest, and the temperature from behind almost made her faint.

He closed his eyes and wanted to use his sleepiness to dispel evil thoughts in his heart. He stroked his hands on Diao Chan's belly without fat, but became honest. He gently stroked his lower body through the gauze, and at some point he was tightly attached to Diao Chan's erect buttocks.

The room was originally silent and could be heard. At this time, the sound of men and women breathing suppressed by each other was heard. Diao Chan's heart was undulating, and her beating heart seemed to be about to jump out of her throat. Her plump breasts slumped together, and her breathing seemed to be a hundred times more difficult than usual, unable to control the rhythm, and she was almost suffocating.

Guo Jia, who was close to Diao Chan's seductive eyes, was immersed in the joy of the small movements, but Diao Chan suddenly held down his increasingly unrestrained hand.

Suddenly, Guo Jia, who came to his senses, secretly laughed at himself: I haven't touched a woman for several months, and my self-control has been greatly reduced.

The lower body retreated slightly, and Guo Jia ended up taking advantage of it like a steal.

Diao Chan's soft little hand was gently pressed on the back of Guo Jia's hand, and then held it up and pressed it on his chest.

The soft and elastic touch made Guo Jia's fire gradually stop surge again.

"Envoy, I have been very bored whenever I see you here over the years. Before going to bed at night, I feel very uncomfortable here."

Diao Chan said with a slight sense of thought, as if she had made up her mind to reveal her true feelings. Her eyes contained unexplained feelings and struggles.

She could no longer help but miss her and her longing made her suffer.

Guo Jia leaned forward, pressed against Diao Chan's ear, and said softly: "I marry you as my concubine."

Whether it is love over time or falling in love at first sight, these are not important. Guo Jia's life is not as good as Diao Chan, which will make him feel at a loss. Now Diao Chan is thrown into his arms and Guo Jia wants to do something about Liu Xiahui again, and he wants to despise himself.

The fragrant shoulders shook, and Diao Chan suddenly sobbed and covered her face and sobbed softly.

"Oh, you don't want to marry me, I'm so self-indulgent. You know I won't force you, why do you cry?"

Guo Jia was caught off guard, and he had no idea what Diao Chan was crying.

If you don’t want to marry, why make such ambiguous request?

Even if she spoke up and refused, Diao Chan knew Guo Jia's style very well. As long as she said no, Guo Jia would never force her.

The current scene is a bit like Guo Jia is trying to get into a slap.

Holding Guo Jia's hand tightly on his chest, Diao Chan choked up and said to Guo Jia: "I have been having a false dream one day, hoping to marry the envoy one day, give birth to children, and serve the envoy all their lives. The envoy cared for me, proves that I am not wishful thinking. I thank the envoy for me, and I can get the envoy's love. It is my blessing. However, I have no blessings to be able to live up to my envoy in this life. I can only stay by my envoy and be a maid. The envoy is very uncomfortable. I know that I can't continue to be like this, but when I open my eyes, I want to see the envoy. The scene of closing my eyes is full of envoys, slaves, slaves..."

Diao Chan was crying and complaining, and Guo Jia was confused.

**Does women need to be so tangled?

The hand pressed on Diao Chan's chest and moved it, stroking it on half of Diao Chan's pretty face. The cold tears made Guo Jia feel a little sad, and he asked softly in her ear: "Is it because you are an ominous person?"

Diao Chan's tears fell like rain, and the torrent was hard to stop. She nodded with sobs.

"Who can tell you the fortune? Zuo Ci and Yu Ji have also seen you. If you are really an ominous person, they will definitely tell me."

Guo Jia was very puzzled. Since he met Diao Chan, Diao Chan has been very jealous of herself, an ominous person. Occasionally, Guo Jia joked and teased her, she would say these four words, and then she became inexplicably sad.

Diao Chan did not answer Guo Jia's words, but held Guo Jia's hand again. This time he slowly pulled his hand toward his lower body, and his plump body began to tremble.

Diao Chan pressed her palm on the lower part of her abdomen, and Guo Jia had not yet understood her intention.

"Don't you understand?" I don't jump.

Diao Chan's trembling tone was sad, as if she was waiting for the judgment of fate.

If Guo Jia knew about her unknown, would he drive her away immediately?

She didn't know, and she was worried about gains and losses, but she didn't want to hide it anymore.

Even if Guo Jia abandoned her, she should be so destined.

However, he could no longer serve Guo Jia, dress and crown for him, pour tea and water for him, rub shoulders and legs for him, and could no longer listen to him chatting and laughing, asking about his well-being, etc.

Thinking of the time I spent with Guo Jia in the past, Diao Chan felt as if she was dead. If she left, she would only have a way to die.

Diao Chan struggled violently, and Guo Jia didn't know about this. Guo Jia's hands covered Diao Chan's pussy, gently teased and stroked his fingers a few times, and Diao Chan's legs were slightly clamped, which made Guo Jia puzzled.

Is this clearly **

However, Guo Jia's expression suddenly became strange.

Diao Chan's lower body is smooth and pure, delicate and tender.

"Hey? Diao Chan, are you a little white tiger?"

Guo Jia was very surprised.

Diao Chan's face turned pale and trembled, and said sadly: "If you hope that I will leave, I will leave immediately tomorrow, no, no."

"Let's go? Why are you leaving?"

Guo Jia's hand was not pulled back, and he was still stroking it as if he had discovered a new world.

Diao Chan suddenly turned around, raised her face with tears, which was extremely beautiful and showed a bit of sadness. She looked at Guo Jia with sad eyes and said, "Empress, slaves are ominous, it is a great fate. This is a life of harm to your husband."

The dumbfounded Guo Jia looked down at Diao Chan and his mind started to move.

The ancients believed in fate and believed in it without doubt.

The white tiger defeats his husband, which is very bad.

Guo Jia has heard of this statement of fate, but he is now considered to be selective superstitious and naturally chooses not to believe in fortune-telling such as husband and wife.

After all, in future generations, the physiological phenomenon of the White Tiger can be changed through medicine. Is it just a defiance of heaven and change of fate?

If he could see the legendary appearance of Sima Yi's wolf Gu Zhi, someone could not move his body and turn his head one hundred and eighty degrees from front to back, then Guo Jia would really believe it.

"Are you heartbroken about this?"

Guo Jia felt that it was ridiculous. In his eyes, this was a joke. In Diao Chan's eyes, in the eyes of ancient people who had awe of fate, this was a major event that affected their lives.

Diao Chan never expected Guo Jia's reaction to be so relaxed. Since she discovered that she was a white tiger in the palace, she has been deliberately hiding it, for fear of causing a murder. At that time, the ruthless Empress He who was in charge of the harem was the ruthless Queen He.

"Empress, why don't you drive me away?"

Diao Chan stopped tears and looked at Guo Jia dumbly.

As soon as he turned over, he spread Diao Chan's legs apart. Guo Jia leaned over her and untied her clothes and smiled and said, "Let me know clearly. In this life, you don't want to leave me. Hey, Diao Chan, be obedient and concubine for me."

After saying that, Guo Jia stretched out his hand and tore open the gauze on Diao Chan's body. Diao Chan covered her chest with both hands, and half exposed it, which was extremely tempting.

"Encourt, no, I don't want to bring bad luck to the envoy." Diao Chan was shocked and struggled.

Guo Jia split her hands, pressed her to both sides of her head, lowered her head and leaned over to kiss her tender lips.

The struggle was getting smaller and smaller, and I was resisting Guo Jia, but gradually catered to it.

The heart was throbbing, the fire was rising, Diao Chan looked at Guo Jia obsessively, and tears slowly slid down the corners of her eyes.

When her spring tide was flooding, Guo Jia stepped in.

The falling red spots were dotted, Diao Chan whispered softly, her face showing horror.

I thought to myself: It's over.

Whether the White Tiger defeated her husband or not, Guo Jia has already transformed her.

The road is already done, and it’s too late to regret.

Sweat beads fell on her face, Diao Chan looked at her lying on her body with a confused look, constantly teasing Guo Jia who was stimulating her.

Now that things have come to this point, the flood is unstoppable.

Diao Chan threw away the knot in her heart, wrapped her arms around Guo Jia's neck, and welcomed her body and mind, enjoying the joy of fish and water...
Chapter completed!