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52 Getting along 2
In this life, Meng Sangyu grew up in Da Zhou. He received the education of orthodox ladies, sewing a suit and making a purse. She pierced the needle skillfully, and the prototype of her purse soon appeared. Once a person concentrates, she always forgets the things around her, and she is also lazy by nature, unknowingly she turned sideways and leaned on the man's generous shoulder. The man didn't care, let her lean, and only dealt with the official duties on the table, a warm and harmonious atmosphere spread in the hall.
Recalling the man's shoulder injury, her heart jumped and she immediately sat up straight.
"What's wrong with Sang Yu? Is it uncomfortable to lean on it?" Emperor Zhou Wu put down the zipper and looked at her, stretched out an arm to take her head back. He likes Sang Yu to rely on himself and share his body temperature with himself. They fit so well, they should be together by nature, otherwise, he would not be attached to A'Bao and then meet Sang Yu. He firmly believes that it is the fate that God arranged for him, and it cannot be resisted!
"Don't, it's pressing your wound!" Meng Sangyu supported his chest with both hands, the muscles in his palms were very thick and the temperature was very hot.
"The wound is here. Sang Yu also has a time to get confused." The pet squeezed her straight nose, and Emperor Zhou Wu laughed low, with a deep-sounding voice enough to indulge women from all over the world.
But this does not include Meng Sangyu who knows the nature of men. She tapped a few times on the man's thick chest, her lush white fingertips glowing with seductive pink, and a pair of slightly raised phoenix eyes squinted over, like an annoyance but not an anguish, a smile but a smile, which is heart-warming.
"The concubine's concubine also cares and it is messy~" She lightly opened her teeth, and the slightly rising tail whispered, making the scratching heart itchy.
Emperor Zhou Wu's heart was beating wildly, and intense emotions surged in his dark eyes. Is Sang Yu tempting me? He thought this way, the body was already ahead of the brain, and he hugged the woman to her lap, pinched her pink lips, and tried his best to get the sweet juice-liquid from her mouth.
The woman snorted, leaned softly in his arms, Yubai's arms took the initiative to encircle his neck, her small mouth was slightly open, her small tongue was hooked, deepening the hot kiss. A man who has been empty for five months is easily emotional and weak in self-control. Thinking of the coldness of Emperor Zhou Wu before, and comparing it to the hard-hard high-yang under his hips, Meng Sangyu's slightly closed eyes were full of ironic smiles. Such gentle treatment is only for her innocence.
Changxi has long since taken offense to the emperor who wiped his guns and went on fire from time to time. After five months of sleep, the desire-hope is naturally stronger. He waved the Buddha's dust and sent out all the palace people in the temple.
After the kiss, Meng Sangyu followed the man’s movements and gently licked his lips. Seeing that the man’s eyes were full of spoiling affection, as if he could drown people, she said softly, “The emperor, the frontier sends a message back. Did you find your father?" The border has already started war, and the army has no more power to send people to find her father. She can only pin her hopes on this man.
Emperor Zhou Wu's arms around her slender waist stiffened for a moment, and then buried his head in her warm neck, concealing the extremely bitter expression on her face. Was it for Duke Meng? With no purpose, no appeal, he couldn't expect Sang Yu to pay even more enthusiasm to him. What a realistic woman this is! But who caused her to be so realistic? Without his use and calculation, the real Meng Sangyu is so straightforward and cute, that kind of face would never show up in front of him, because she has no expectations of him!
Gritting his teeth tightly, suppressing the heart's violent twitching, Emperor Zhou Wu took a long time to raise his head as if nothing had happened, straightened out the woman's hair on the ears, and said softly, "I found it a few days ago. Not long after their horses died, they abandoned their horses and they should not go far. News will come back soon. The swamps are frozen and there is little chance that they will encounter danger."
There is no swamp and severe cold, he dare not say too much, for fear of increasing the burden on Sangyu.
"But the temperature has dropped sharply these few days, and there can be no fire in the swamp, which will cause an explosion. If you don't find them, they won't be able to survive for a few days, right?" Meng Sangyu's face was pale. As time passed, she could no longer deceive herself, ‘no news is good news. She needs to prepare for the worst, to support the entire Meng family, to find a way out for her brother, to comfort her mother... She has a lot to do! The tremendous pressure made her overwhelmed, but she couldn't let herself fall at this time.
"Don't worry about Sangyu, there's me! I will definitely send someone to find Duke Meng." Emperor Zhou Wu held up her cold face in distress, kissed carefully, and finally pressed it to his hot chest with his big hands. Paid her stiff back one after another.
"If, what I said is if. If something happens to Duke Meng, the Meng family has your brother. He is not a stupid person. Although he is not a handsome talent, he is a rare talent. I recruit him to the Imperial Guard for a few years, and he is enough to support him. Start the door of the Meng family. After this hurdle, everything will be fine. With me here, you don't have to worry about anything."
The man's deep and thick voice contains some kind of calming power, and his chest is broad and warm, making people involuntarily want to rely on. Meng Sangyu rubbed the smooth fabric on the man's chest with his cheek, and for a moment he felt nostalgia and peace of mind. But she soon woke up. This is the imperial palace, and the man in front of him is the emperor of three thousand beauties. If all hopes of life are pinned on him, heartbreak is the only end.
The misty Fengmu returned to the original coldness little by little. She raised her head and smiled poignantly, "Thank you, the emperor, the concubines can only rely on the emperor." She doesn't need the man's sincerity, but she needs the man's love!
"Do you still need to say thanks between you and me?" Emperor Zhou Wu sighed and traced her facial features with a slender index finger. The fingertips paused at the corners of her slightly curved lips, and her heart was aching. He knew very well that this poignant smile was nothing but a mask for Sang Yu to take pity and affection. Her real smile was a thousand times or ten thousand times more beautiful, and it could always melt his hard heart.
When can you treat me like A'Bao? He buckled the woman's small head into his chest and kissed the top of her hair one after another, so as not to let her see the frustration and injury on his face.
"The emperor, it's time to drink medicine." Assuming that the two of them should have finished making out at this moment, Changxi raised a voice to remind him outside the hall.
Emperor Zhou Wu didn't move, but the hand around the woman's waist tightened slightly. Meng Sangyu rolled his eyes faintly, and pushed his chest softly, "Courier concubine feed the emperor and drink medicine."
The man smiled, let go of her waist, and whispered, "No.", then he beckoned Changxi to come in, took the medicine bowl and drank it.
"The emperor, the empress mother gave orders to let you take a nap after drinking the medicine, and don't deal with government affairs." Changxi reminded her due diligence.
"The concubine can help the emperor to change clothes." Meng Sangyu sighed invisible, and finally returned to the palace to relax. The emperor was really difficult to deal with, so he would eat tofu at every turn. In contrast, she would rather this person treat herself as perfunctorily as before.
"I see." Emperor Zhou Wu waved back Changxi, stood up and led Meng Sangyu to the sleeping hall. He opened the bead curtain and repatriated the maids in the palace. He spread his arms and fixed his eyes on the woman in front of him.
Meng Sangyu was calm and composed under his fiery gaze, unbuttoning the buckle on his chest one by one, pulling off his belt neatly and taking off his coat.
"Don't go back, sleep with me for a while." The man hugged the woman tightly into his arms, spraying the hot nose on the woman's jade-white earlobes, and his strong desire was beyond words.
"The emperor, the concubine is not clean. Sleeping on the same bed with the emperor may make the emperor feel bad, and the empress dowager will not be able to hold the concubine if he will be held accountable. Furthermore, where is the concubine Qian Qing Dian's place to stay? Don't dare to go beyond." Meng Sangyu has a soft voice and a glamorous eye, a charming man who squints at him. He insisted on resigning the man's request and would not make him unhappy. Being a concubine is also a technical job, fortunately she is a skilled worker!
Emperor Zhou Wu's eyes were dull, he pecked the woman's face fiercely, dispelled her smirk, and said in a deep voice, "Just a moment, wait until I fall asleep before you leave." He explained as he explained. Opening the woman's skirt and peeling off her coat, the action was very neat.
When Meng Sangyu recovered, she was picked up by the man and thrown into the soft bed. A pair of embroidered shoes had been taken off by the man and she was squeezing it in her hands.
"I remember that I used to call a craftsman from the Siam country to make a pair of embroidered shoes for you. Why didn't you wear it? If you have a style you like, I will ask someone to make it for you, eh?" Stepping on, he changed to play with the woman's jade feet that were not full, and gently removed her Luo socks, and kissed her delicate soles. When he was still A'Bao, Sang Yu often tossed him like this.
"Haha, don't the emperor!" The man's hard stubborn feet felt itchy, and Meng Sangyu wanted to roll aside when his legs trembled. Does this man want to have such frequent convulsions, she is almost out of hold!
"Heh~" Seeing the woman's flushed cheeks and the corners of her eyes with a few teardrops smiling, it was completely different from the real face of the talent just now, as if returning to the days of intimacy before, Emperor Zhou Wu also followed with a low laugh, and rolled his arms around her. Entering the couch, gently allowed to suck her lips. The kiss was long and pious, and it took all the patience of a man. When he let go of the woman, he caught a glimpse of her slightly misty eyes and smiled happily again.
Although dealing with Sangyu cannot be too radical, it cannot be too subtle.
"The emperor, go to sleep, the concubine waits until you fall asleep before leaving." There is really no way to get the wind emperor, Meng Sangyu poked his thick chest and urged.
"Okay." Emperor Zhou Wu kissed her forehead, rolled over, hugged her into his arms and pressed the quilt. Haunted by the familiar body temperature and fragrance, his breathing soon smoothed out.
Meng Sangyu lay motionless in his arms and counted hundreds of times silently. Seeing that the man had a calm expression and long breathing, apparently sound asleep, he quietly pulled his arms away, put on his coat, and crept away.
Behind her, the man suddenly opened his eyes, his dark eyes were as bright as cold stars, where is there a half-darkness? Seeing the woman leave without looking back, he slowly closed his eyelids, but his expression was no longer the same as before, and his thick eyebrows were frowned tightly even in the dream.