As time goes by.
It sticks deeply over time.
Su Huayi only sat down for half an hour and forgot about the road, unable to extricate himself from being connected with Zhao Wujiang.
Her delicate body collapsed on Zhao Wujiang, and she kept humming softly, but she refused to beg for mercy. She felt a little aggrieved and blamed Zhao Wujiang. Couldn't you have said something about such a big thing earlier?
What you talk about on paper is ultimately shallow, but you definitely know that this matter must be done in person.
Li Chanxi was frightened and frightened but couldn't help but look forward to it. She watched Huayi's sister fluctuating as her brother Wujiang kept taking advantage of her. She kept making coquettish sounds.
She wanted to try it herself. What was going on?
So with a muffled "pop" sound, Su Huayi abdicated and gave up the throne to sister Chanxi.
Unexpectedly, Sister Chanxi didn't even sit firmly in her seat, she moaned softly, and wanted to run away, but Zhao Wujiang grabbed him and moved his wrist back and forth, shouting slogans one, two, one, two.
Li Chanxi has little experience in human affairs, and her body is as delicate as her mind. They say that there are cicadas chirping in summer, but it is snowing in winter today, but they can still hear cicadas chirping tomorrow.
Not long after, the young girl Li Chanxi's eyes were blurred and she slumped down. Fortunately, her JK skirt covered up the harshness of the battlefield and saved her some face.
In this life, how many people can endure the long and short of it? What's more, Zhao Wujiang has three advantages and no disadvantages.
Gu Nanyuan had finished resting and was ready to go. The three sisters would take turns going into battle today to capture Zhao Wujiang.
Zhao Wujiang will not refuse anyone who comes, no matter if you have one delicate flower or three golden flowers, he will pick them with one sword and defeat the three flowers!
There are no fireworks on New Year's Eve in the Great Summer, but the sound of fireworks and cannons can be heard in Xingqing Courtyard, the popping sound is endless, mixed in the wind and snow.
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The Palace of Nourishing Heart in the Imperial City, the sleeping palace.
At the end of Haishi, it will be Zishi.
Xuanyuan Jing and others returned to Zhao Wujiang.
She knew that today, New Year's Eve, Zhao Wujiang must have things to deal with, such as Wuya Pavilion matters.
She also knew that Zhao Wujiang must have a beauty outside, maybe alone or in groups.
After all, with Zhao Wujiang's handsomeness, gentleness as jade, and splendid beauty, Xuanyuan Jing himself didn't believe that there were no women outside the imperial city who liked him.
But Xuanyuan Jing knew that after spending time together day and night and falling in love, her own position in Zhao Wujiang's heart was just like Zhao Wujiang's position in her heart. It was a treasure buried deep in her heart.
She was also confident that no matter how many beauties Zhao Wujiang had, she, Xuanyuan Jing, would at least have a confidante behind the beauties and be Zhao Wujiang's true confidante.
The two of them have a tacit understanding of being with each other day and night, and sometimes they know what the other person wants to say and do without even having to speak.
Moreover, Xuanyuan Jing is the emperor of Daxia and the number one person in Daxia, so she will naturally be the number one person in Zhao Wujiang.
As she thought this, she hugged Zhao Wujiang tightly.
She suddenly became angry and began to shake the sleeping Zhao Wujiang hard.
Zhao Wujiang opened his sleepy eyes, confused and gentle:
"What's wrong?"
Sure enough, Wujiang has not slept yet... Xuanyuan Jing thought, her eyebrows were furrowed with anger, her face could not be seen clearly in the dark, and she said in a deep voice:
"Zhao Wujiang, where do I stand in your heart?"
Zhao Wujiang hugged Xuanyuan Jing, pressed the edge of the quilt for her, and said seriously:
“The mountains and rivers are vast and vast, and the stars and rivers in the world are not yours.”
The empress' heart trembled, and her eyes were full of tenderness. After receiving a satisfactory answer, she hummed softly, both reserved and a little shy, half happy and half angry:
"You have such a sweet mouth, but I don't know how many girls I have said this to..."
"That's a lot." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently and did not deny it. He was cynical and extremely sincere. He didn't know whether he was a scumbag or a fool. He gently held the empress's pretty face and said softly, word by word:
"But you are my life. From the time I came into this world, in the vast sea of people, when I see you in the spring breeze, you enter my heart."
When the empress heard this, her heart trembled again, her eyes were burning, the autumn water in her eyes was swaying, and her affection grew, like a little girl:
“How deep is three?”
Zhao Wujiang said seriously:
"You can fit one-sixth of me... Ouch, what are you doing?"
He was pinched hard on the waist by the empress, who glared at him with a charming look that was both angry and ashamed.
She asked how deep it was, and he said he was very long. What was that?
