Qiu Liang was also shocked by Wei Cheng's attitude, so he took another serious look at the woman behind him.
She is dressed very plainly, not like someone who lives in a house outside, but like she is raised at home. Her face is also clean, but although she does not wear heavy makeup, her face is pretty, with willow-leaf eyebrows, peach blossom eyes, and sandalwood lips. Sipping tightly, Pingting stood with graceful charm.
Even if she is standing coldly, she can still reveal a charming charm. At first glance, it is obvious that she has been around for a long time.
For a moment, I couldn't help but look at Wei Chenggeng with admiration. Every time I talked in private before, I was always less interested in the beauties who threw themselves into their arms. I thought he was a pure person with no desires and desires, but he didn't expect that he would like this in private. She looks like a good girl, but her eyes are affectionate. Who knows how wanton this woman is in bed.
Wei Cheng is so doting on this woman.
Seeing his lustful eyes, Wei Cheng's expression turned cold and he noticed a murderous aura. Qiu Liang's scalp went numb, he looked away and smiled.
Shen Yinxiao didn't react at all, but was a little impatient and urged: "Is it okay?"
Qiu Liang stepped aside with a smile and raised his hand in greeting.
"Of course you can." As he spoke, he introduced her to the use of Xandao and Wangshan, and made gestures with his hands: "After the lady takes aim, just pull this button..."
She walked over.
He didn't even look at Wei Cheng.
He frowned in displeasure.
This girl hasn't even looked at herself since she came out.
Qiu Liang didn't know that Wei Cheng had taught her how to play with the crossbow. Before Qiu Liang could finish speaking, Shen Yinxiao held the crossbow with one hand, adjusted the angle, pulled the hanging knife, and the iron arrow swiped directly through the heart of the half-dead beauty. The bloody iron arrow flew out of the camp gate and was nailed into a big poplar tree two hundred steps away.
The woman nailed to the camp gate was killed with one blow.
Qiu Liang's words stopped suddenly, and he stared blankly at the beauty's corpse in the distance that had been pierced by an arrow.
His flesh-faced expression paused for a moment, then slowly raised his hand and gave him a high-five in admiration.
"Pah - pah - pah -"
"My wife is good at archery." Qiu Liang praised her sincerely.
Shen Yinxiao bowed his head and saluted: "Your Majesty, your words are serious."
After saying that, he turned around, put away his smile, and prepared to enter the tent.
When passing by Wei Cheng, the man reached out to hold her hand and held her in his arms.
She looked up at him in confusion.
The warm sun was shining brightly on his shoulders, and the dark patterns of flying cranes on the crimson cloud brocade were soaked in the warm sun, like gold floating on it. Half a ray of sunlight fell on the side of his face, and his pupils, which were usually dark, showed amber. The color is lustrous, and a certain amount of dissatisfaction ripples between his eyebrows.
Maybe it's not displeasure, but frowning because he doesn't want to be exposed to the direct sun.
She leaned tightly in his arms and looked up slightly. Their warm breaths mingled together, moist and ambiguous.
The man's jaw seemed to be carved by a knife, his protruding Adam's apple floated up and down, and even tiny fuzz could be seen in the halo next to his ears.
Wei Ning, Chen Zhao, Yu Shan and others turned away and pretended not to see.
What's wrong?
Shen Yinxiao asked him silently.
Waves of fragrant fragrance lingered on the tip of the nose. It was hard to tell what kind of fragrance it was. The remaining fragrance of jasmine balm, the fragrance of soap locust in the bath, and the fragrance of tea and grass mixed together. Finally, it condensed into an indescribable light fragrance.
Wei Cheng gently pinched her waist, held her in his arms and said lazily: "It's not polite. I don't know how to say hello to Qiu Xiangguo when I see him. Maybe Qiu Xiangguo blames me for not teaching him well."
Qiu Liang quickly put his hands in his hands and laughed: "I don't dare, I don't dare, it's because I didn't have time to declare my family status. I can't blame my wife and the general."
Shen Yinxiao pursed her lips, took off his hand, and stood upright. Although she was extremely disgusted in her heart, her face was calm, and she bowed to Qiu Liang upright, "Blessed be the enemy."
Qiu Liang's opinion of her has gone up a notch. Not only is Wei Cheng doting on his concubine, I'm afraid it's not just an ordinary doting, but what's worse is that his hands are so hot that ordinary women would be scared out of their wits when seeing this bloody scene. Yes, she killed him when she asked, one arrow piercing his heart.
So he quickly returned the gift, said a bunch of polite words, and gave her a basket of kumquats he brought from Lunu as a meeting gift.
Wei Cheng held her hand, and the whole hand was cold.
"Have enough fun?"
In her sleeves, warm palms rubbed the back of her palms, which were as cold as ice.
She looked up at him.
"Go in when you've had enough fun."
What Qiu Liang said just now was right. The murderous atmosphere outside was too strong and a collision was inevitable. Besides, after what happened yesterday, he suddenly felt that he could no longer indulge her.
Her indulgence is so wild that she has to set rules for her from time to time to know what she can and cannot do.
She lowered her eyes, nodded, and entered the inner tent silently. Wei Ning followed behind and moved the basket of kumquats inside.
That night, the two of them were entwined and overlapped on the bed. As their ears and temples rubbed together, Wei Cheng squeezed her hand, walked around the back of his neck, and lowered his head to kiss her.
Shen Yinxiao was breathless from his kiss and turned her head to avoid it.
The astringent orange fragrance overflowed the tip of his tongue, and there was a slightly bitter fragrance in the sweetness. He still wanted to finish it, holding the back of her head in his hands, chasing after her, his tongue entered the room, making waves, trying to clean up the orange sweetness in her mouth. The tip of his tongue became entangled, and in the end he was unable to resist, letting him trace it bit by bit, from the lips to the roof of the mouth, savoring the taste.
"So sweet." He half-closed his eyes and let her go.
She said "Huh" as an answer. She looked a little sleepy and tilted her head to sleep.
"What's wrong? Are you unhappy?" He lowered his eyes, pinched her wrist, and fiddled with the glass beads on her wrist.
"No." She murmured, and suddenly opened her eyes to look at him again, "It hit my hair."
He raised his shoulders slightly, picked up the strand of black hair, but did not let go. He wrapped it around his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally, inserted his fingers into the hair on the back of her neck, and kneaded the itchy flesh on the back of her neck. Sure enough, his face turned red. The girl shrank her neck and finally laughed out loud.
If you think about it carefully, this is the first time she has laughed since she came here.
"And he said he wasn't unhappy." He looked at her condescendingly, "Because of hatred?"
She narrowed her eyes.
He leaned forward and took her soft lips into his mouth, his voice unclear: "If you don't like it, you won't be allowed to see him next time."
She tilted her head and avoided it.
This was the second time tonight that I had rejected him.
