Flower Stealing Master

Song Qingshu is very satisfied. This is the advantage of mature women. They are gentle and interesting. They can take the initiative and enthusiasm when men need it most. At the same time, they still retain a bit of a woman’s natural shyness in their actions, unlike the lewdness-evil-playing of Huajieyu -swing.

"Benevolence, when the Mongols broke through the city of Samarkand, my family and fiancé died in the war. I have always wanted to avenge them, but unfortunately I have been unable to do so. Among the Mongolian masters killed by Benevolence today The murderer of the year is now revenge, and the concubine is really happy."

Madam Zhen leaned into his ear and whispered, the hairpin on her head had been removed, her hair was spread out softly, and her long pale golden hair scattered around her waist, making her skin white and tender.

Song Qingshu was startled: "Have you already been married?"

Madam Zhen smiled charmingly: "Don't worry, son, we're just engaged, and we haven't finished our marriage yet, son will be my first man."

"You have been guarding him like a jade for so many years. It seems that the relationship between you is very deep?" Song Qingshu asked dullly, his mouth is not so free at the moment.

"We grew up together, we can be regarded as childhood sweethearts, and our relationship has always been very good. If there were no Mongolian demons, we should have lived a happy life." Mrs. Zhen's eyes were gentle, as if she recalled the good old days.

Song Qingshu's voice was a little dry: "Listening to you makes me feel very guilty."

Mrs. Zhen's eyes were full of water, and she smiled idiotically: "But I don't see the son's movements stop~"

"Humph!" Song Qingshu pinched her gently, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Madam Zhen was hot all over and hugged the man on her tightly: "My son, in fact, sometimes I think you are very similar to Temu."

"Why?" Song Qingshu was taken aback.

"Temujin likes to conquer enemies and occupy their wives and daughters," Madam Zhen's pale blue eyes were full of charm. "When I mentioned my fiancé, your body reaction couldn't deceive me."

Seeing that the man seemed to be irritated into anger, Madam Zhen gently hugged him: "But it is still different. Temujin can only use strength, but I am willing. You have such a great kindness to us Hua Lazimo. My family is alive in the sky, and they will agree with me to serve you well; my fiance has always been aware of the reward, if he knew that you avenged him, he would certainly not object to me repaying you in this way."

When she was a girl

Qi is already recognized as the number one beauty in Huarazmo. Now that so many years have passed, she has matured enough regardless of her body or experience. At the same time, she is also a famous wise man in Huarazmo, a mature and intelligent woman knows How to please men better.

One night she naturally told him gently about the past of her and her fiance in his ears, about their once dry love, about their youthful life, completely satisfying the man's desire for conquest and sense of accomplishment. .

At the beginning, she only used methods very utilitarianly, but as she talked, she unknowingly became emotional, and she could also feel the strange stimulation of both mental and physical.

Song Qingshu naturally guessed her thoughts, but he didn't care, just enjoying her gentle welcome.

At the same time, he also knew that Mrs. Zhen didn't really love him, but more out of gratitude, mixed with some natural worship of the strong, but what does this have to do?

Now he is mentally exhausted. There are so many confidantes around him, and he doesn’t want to have real feelings casually. Mrs. Zhen is best like this. Everyone is a mature man and woman. Each takes what he needs. You don’t have to think about responsibilities afterwards. problem.

The quilt on the bed became very messy as the two rolled over. I had to admit that the huge amount of women from the Western Regions, only after the initial pain and discomfort, quickly got used to it, and resolved it with her gentleness and enthusiasm. The hostility of the opponent.

Song Qingshu hasn't been so relaxed for a long time. There is no need to think about anything, no need to think about responsibility, no need to think about whether he will hurt the other party, everything follows the most primitive instinct of the body, venting full of hostility and madness.

Song Qingshu woke up the next day and found that Madam Zhen was lying on her side on the bed, with her fingers pulling her hair and gently drawing circles on his chest.

After a night of nourishment, the woman exudes amazing beauty, and the exaggerated curve between the waist and the hips fully demonstrates the sexuality and maturity of the young woman.

Seeing him wake up, Mrs. Zhen's white face was covered with a layer of rouge, and she smiled shyly: "You are really strong."

One sentence was like a thunder in the sky. Song Qingshu turned her over and pressed her under her. Madam Zhen gently opened her body to accept him. She smiled very happily. She was satisfied with the attraction of her body to him.

At the same time, she also found that she seemed to be more fascinated by each other’s breath.

More.

"Even if you really got married back then, even if you have been loving your husband deeply in your heart, I am afraid you can't refuse this man. He hooked his finger and would probably sneak up to meet him." Thinking of the other person's finger touching his body, She felt soft all over, and Madam Zhen's face became more and more red.

I don't know how long it has passed before Song Qingshu put on his clothes under the service of Madam Zhen. At this time, he felt refreshed, and he did not have the negative emotions caused by the blood and gore of yesterday.

"I've left beforehand, so you can take a good rest." Song Qingshu said as soon as he adjusted his sleeves. The Mongolian mission had such a big event last night, and now the entire Xingqing Mansion is probably already exploded.

"Well, okay." Madam Zhen also felt like she was going to fall apart. At this time, she couldn't afford the slightest strength and just wanted to get a good night's sleep.

When Song Qingshu walked to the door, he suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, don't go back to the Huarazimo Hotel, to avoid being found by the Mongols again; secondly, I don't want to make people think about what happened last night. To what."

"Yes, I will stay here in the future, waiting for the son to call at any time." Madam Zhen smiled sweetly.

Song Qingshu thought for a while and said: "You will stay by my side in the future. I have a lot of things in my hands. I need someone like you." The smartest people around him, Dongfang Muxue, want to control the Qing Dynasty, Zhao Min wants to go back to Mongolia again. As for Huang Rong...her identity is even more inconvenient to accompany her at any time, so Madam Zhen is a very suitable candidate.

"Okay!" Madam Zhen couldn't stop the joy on her face. Although the two had a close relationship last night, she didn't think it would do anything just through this, even if she was the number one beauty in Hua Lazmo.

What kind of woman can't get a fairy like Grace?

So she was very smart and didn't ask for anything, nor did she ask the other party for any promises or status. She knew that men sometimes didn't want to be bound by responsibilities.

Now that the other party actively invites him, wouldn't it be easier to get closer to the relationship between the two parties by staying with him? Then it will be easier to help Hua Lazimo in the future.

Mrs. Zhen is not like ordinary women who have the idea of ​​fighting for favor or love. She bears the hatred of the country and the family, and shoulders the hope of a country and a nation. How can she have her mind on the little love between men and women?

The other party is a peerless strong man worthy of dependence, and at the same time it can bring her ultimate happiness. That's enough, isn't it?