Why Harem Intrigue When You Can Just Raise a Dog Instead

The two of them were very close, Zhou Wudi deliberately sideways, and pulled in a lot of distance, the white mist exhaled between the nose and mouth floated in the air, and then entangled, regardless of each other, the tummy fits a faint body temperature, Some kind of sticky substance called cockroach spread between two people.

Meng Sangqi was too focused by the man, too deep and gazeful at the eyes, naturally leaning against the back of the chair, wanting to withdraw from this situation of breathing.

"I want to drink mushrooms and chicken porridge, and then match the magnolia tablets." Zhou Wudi put a big hand on her knees and pinched the tender meat on her leg. The attitude was natural and relative, as if the two had been together for a thousand times. Millions of times.

"Ah?" Meng Sangqi first glimpsed, then reacted, took a spoonful of chicken porridge, and then accompanied a piece of magnolia, sent to the man's mouth. Seeing a man with a slight squint, his expression is very enjoyable and very pleasant. She searched carefully on the man's handsome face, trying to find a flaw that could prove his identity.

Sometimes it is hard to measure, and sometimes relatives are natural, she is going to be confused by this man.

"Oh, eat it, let it go." Zhou Wudi waved his hand and a smile on his lips. The food in the past few days did not know the taste, sleepless, and did not take medicine after seeing the mulberry.

Meng Sangyu put down the tableware and prepared to serve him.

"No, come on yourself. You haven't used breakfast, eat it soon." Zhou Wudi pressed her wrist, the gentleness of the tone could not be said, and Meng Sangqi's scalp was numb. Really? fake? Her heart gradually moved closer to the latter.

"Your favorite red jujube glutinous rice porridge," the man reached for a bowl of porridge in front of her, then picked up the silver chopsticks and put the table on the table and put it on the woman's plate. "Your favorite fresh." Soup bag, silver silk roll, emerald egg tart. Eat it."

That's right, it's all my favorite, but how can he know? This person is either a fake or possessed by a monster! Meng Sangqi took up the chopsticks and ate under the gaze of the man's gaze, and thought of it.

Being eaten, the man suddenly leaned close to her, and the spurt of the spurt almost burned her cheeks, and some dark emotions were deposited in the dark eyes, and she was stiff. After three years in the palace, she has never been as comfortable as she is now.

"The emperor, what's wrong?" She pulled her lips open and smiled stiffly.

"The corners of the mouth are covered with pastry scraps." Zhou Wudi smiled and smiled and reached over her mouth. The rough fingertips used a little force, as if with some disappointment. He wanted to go straight with his tongue, but when he was close, and saw the alert and alienation in her eyes, he realized that he was not A Bao, and that he did not belong to him without any reservation.

"Ah, the courtiers lost their instrument, thank the emperor for reminding me." Meng Sang sighed the corner of the mouth and wiped the man's breath on it. The cheeks just had a flush of redness, and the eyes were slightly cold.

Seeing her movements, Zhou Wudi’s darkness was dull, and her fingertips were lightly rubbed. She showed her a layer of brilliant red lipstick on her face. “Don’t paint such thick fat afterwards, although it’s beautiful. But eating into his mouth is not good for his health." He listened to her more than once.

When he fell, he picked up a white handkerchief and wiped the mouth of the mouth with a bright red mouth. At the end, she grabbed her squat and lifted her pretty face, and looked at it for a long while. The deep and unpredictable gaze made Meng Sang stunned.

"That's good, love is natural, even if you don't dress up, it's beautiful." After a long while, the man shouted and slammed his head, covering the soft and delicate lips of the woman, gently sucking it, using the tip of the tongue again and again. Depicted, the dark eyes are covered with a mist, covering up the obsession in the depths of the eye.

In the middle of the battle, Meng Sangzhen seems to hear a gentle sigh with a gentle sigh echoing between the lips of the two, waiting to be heard but has dissipated, like an illusion.

"The emperor..." The cold hair of her whole body was erected. Although the man's movements are very light and soft, the hot breath tells her that the other party is emotional.

"Now is still the day, the body of the courtiers..." With the man's ventilating gap, Meng Sang slammed his head and slightly opened the distance between the two. The flushed face was not ashamed or angry.

"Sorry. I miss you too much!" Zhou Wudi's voice was hoarse, and he used his fingertips to lick the woman's wet lips.

Think about me too? What do you mean? Meng Sangyu hangs his head, quite a kind of time and space inversion, the feeling of messy in the wind. The man in front of me is too surprised, is it really possessed by the monster?

"What do you want, eat it quickly, and then cold if you don't eat it." After a trace of the woman's horns came to her ears, he picked up a piece of cake and stuffed it into her mouth. The attitude of the relatives, the familiar movement seemed to have done Thousands of times.

Depressed the troubled mood, Meng Sangyu concentrated on eating. Zhou Wudi looked at her with one hand and quietly looked at her with a smile of satisfaction. At this moment, he felt the joy of returning to people again.

After using the breakfast, the doctor went to the Qing Palace to change the medicine on time.

"Take a treatment to Deyi first." Zhou Wudi waved his hand and sat down with Meng Sangqi.

"No, the wounds of the emperor are tight, and the body of the courtiers only needs to drink a few days of medicine to nurse." Meng Sangqi quickly refused, and his eyes turned on the face of Du Tai. Du Tai doctor is the Queen of the Queen's royal doctor, the medical skills are very clever, the emperor has a fake, should not be able to marry him, is this person actually true? Three years into the palace, she felt that her brain was not enough for the first time.

"Diagnosing the pulse!" Zhou Wudi straightened her sleeves and licked her white wrist. She took out her bright yellow handkerchief and covered it. She ordered the doctor.

"Yes." Seeing the emperor so personally, Du Tai doctor did not dare to neglect, sitting opposite Meng Sangyu, holding up her wrists to touch the veins.

"How?" Seeing Du Tai doctor let go, Zhou Wudi screamed and asked, with a hint of eagerness.

"Back to the emperor, the maidens have been indulging in the years. Although they have improved somewhat in recent days, they still need to take care of the medicine for a period of time." Du Tai doctor hides a lot of internal feelings, saying in an unclear way.

Meng Sang squatted and satirized. It is necessary to drink medicine. It seems that this person should be true. When she looked up again, her black and white braids were covered with a layer of ice.

"Pilling the medicine!" Zhou Wudi waved, and then gently rubbed the woman's eyes with the fingertips, covering her cold dawn, the heart of an unspeakable bitterness. What can he say? Is it necessary to tear open the face that seems to be warm and ruthless before, and break the docile on the surface of the mulberry? No, he can't say anything, can't get the heart of the mulberry, can get her false feelings. After a long time, she will naturally understand that he is trying to make up for the mistakes.

Du Tai doctor promised to open two prescriptions for health. Zhou Wudi took it over and carefully, and handed it directly to the attendants around him, and told them to take the medicine to the Deyi Empress on time.

Meng Sangyu’s coveted and laughter attracted the man to look at her deeply.

"The emperor, Rong Weichen gives you a dressing change." Du Tai doctor opened the mouth at the right time and interrupted the dark tide between the two.

"No, leave the medicine, Deyi will help change the medicine." Zhou Wudi extended his hand and held Meng Sang's white tender hand, and the relatives squeezed.

"The emperor, the courtiers don't understand the medical skills, and they will hurt the emperor!" Meng Sangqi quickly refused to accept, and felt that the brains of the painful pain were even more painful. This man has been teasing her three times and four times. What do you want to do? His white lotus true love has been blackened and rebellious, he does not need to stop the shield, right?

"It's all right, it's just a last medicine, it's very simple, loves you smart and smart, and you can do it." Zhou Wudi slaps his lips and sends Du Tai doctor very neatly. Then he spread his arms and decided to look at her.

In the end is the real emperor, the dark line of sight with great deterrent. Meng Sangqi took a deep breath and smiled softly. "If the courtiers hurt the emperor, please ask the emperor to accept one or two."

"It's fine." Zhou Wudi's voice was low and the throat was sliding up and down. Although she knows that her softness is a disguise, she is still able to pull his heartstrings and let him take it for him.

Meng Sangyu no longer talk nonsense, stood up and untied his belt and placket, exposing his injured shoulder and red-naked upper body to the cold air. The man's body is very tall. Although he was in a coma for May, he was well-maintained. In addition to the skin's morbid paleness, the strong muscles did not shrink at all, and it was more smooth because of the slightly reduced weight. This is a perfect male body with a strong male atmosphere.

Meng Sangqi did not have any confusion, and did not take a look at it. He went straight to solve the bandage wrapped around the man's chest. Because the bandage was bypassed from behind, she always leaned down and crouched in the man's arms to disassemble the bandage without pulling the wound.

Familiar with the floral scent of love, it rushes in the nose and slams into the heart. Zhou Wudi greedily took a deep breath and finally couldn't help but put people into his arms and tried to hold on.

"Ah!" Meng Sang snorted and slammed into the man's hard chest. The palm of his hand was just on the injured shoulder of the man. The red blood slowly soaked the bandage.

"The emperor, you are bleeding!" She wants to break free but can't do anything, just to remind her.

"No problem." Zhou Wudi buried her jaw in her warm neck, for a long time, the burning sigh made her unable to stop shuddering. Feeling the slight jitter of the woman, Zhou Wudi laughed low, and the sexual-sense laughter revealed a deep joy. Unexpectedly, he can also affect the mood of Mulberry. It seems that treating Mulberry can't be too subtle.

"The emperor, it is very dangerous to lose too much blood. If the Queen Mother is pursued, the courtiers can't afford the crime of poor care." Meng Sangzhen felt that his waist was quickly broken, and the tone brought a trace of incomprehensible intolerance.

"Yeah." Zhou Wudi said that the unclear low should be heard, and after a long while, he slowly let go and spread his arms.

Meng Sang's lips, the action of removing the bandages has obviously accelerated, in case the person starts to ventilate again. On the last lap, she used too much force to pull the knots in the wound and a trace of flesh. The blood spurted, and the speed of that flow scared Meng Sang.

"Hey~" Because it was too sudden, Rao was once injured and countless Zhou Wudi could not help but sigh.

"Imperial, I am sorry!" Meng Sangqi quickly blocked the wound with a cloth strip, and looked at the man with a thick eyebrow.

"It doesn't matter." The woman's upper body was tightly attached to her arms. The black and white scorpion was full of worries and worries. Zhou Wudi couldn't stop laughing, caressing her delicate cheeks, dumb voice. Helping you to blow, blowing is not painful."

"Ah?" Meng Sang opened his mouth and looked dull. She thought she must have got it wrong.

As soon as the words were exported, Zhou Wudi himself was also stunned. He obviously has become accustomed to the mode of getting along with the mulberry as a treasure. When he was bruised and bruised, the mulberry always gave him a dressing change, and the pain was covered by her soft soothing. He misses the feeling of warmth and peace of mind, and the subconscious mind blurs out this sentence.

The ochre was dark and dark, and he simply made a mistake. He put away all the expressions on his face and spoke openly. "Hey, help, blow!"

Nima, don't you use a serious face to spoil? I don’t know? This man is really possessed by the monster! The little man in Meng Sang's heart was roaring, but he smiled at the face, bowed his head, and blew gently on the man's shoulder.

The man blinked, his big hand wrapped around her slender waist, and the tight eyebrows stretched out little by little. The pain on his shoulders had long been lost where he was thrown, leaving only the chest to keep tumbling.