Xiao Qiao endured the feeling of shrinking her neck, and hurriedly turned her face to the side and hid.

Wei Shao raised his other hand, straightened her face with his thumb, and forced her to look at him.

His expression seemed a little unhappy.

"Thinking-"

Xiao Qiao rolled her eyes at him in her heart, her voice vaguely.

Wei Shao smiled and immediately let go of her. He lowered his head and took off his war suit in a few seconds, and took it off to the ground.

The weather became hot, and the battle suit was thick and not breathable. As soon as he took it off, Xiao Qiao smelled the smell of overnight rotten rice from him. The middle suit he was wearing inside was already soaked in sweat on the front and back, and it was tightly pressed against him.

Xiao Qiao didn't dare to show a disgust expression. She held her breath secretly and turned her face: "The water is ready, my husband..."

Wei Shao reached out and pulled her into his arms, put his two thick arms around her, lowered his head and forced her to kiss her mouth.

The smell of sweat and dust mixed with something that Xiao Qiao couldn't say, and suddenly rushed towards her.

Xiao Qiao struggled for a few moments, then gave up, closed his eyes and let him bite it enough.

He chewed for a while, suddenly let go of her mouth, hugged her waist with both hands, lifted her up, and sat on the table behind him.

"Husband——"

Xiao Qiao was shocked and wanted to continue, but he was knocked down by him and forced to press it on several sides of the case.

The current shapes of all the appliances are becoming low. The table is almost too high, and Xiao Qiao sat on it and her legs were just right to the ground, similar to a footstool. As soon as Wei Shao put down her, he said nothing, and then knelt on one knee in front of the table, lowered his head and continued to bite her neck, pulling her clothes off her shoulders, revealing the delicate collarbone and half of her breast on one side.

Wei Shao's attention was diverted. Poor Xiao Qiao's tender flesh was rubbed by the stubble on his cheek, and itchy, and itchy. It turned red in a short while.

He just came back in broad daylight, and I don’t know how many people are waiting for him to go out, so Mrs. Xu should be waiting too.

Xiao Qiao couldn't eat it when he suddenly let himself go and the smell of rotten rice on his body. Besides, his intimate way was not only not touched by him at all, but it was a torture. After holding it for a while, he felt that he bit himself and said "ah" in pain. He couldn't stand it anymore. He raised his hand and pushed away the face that was pounced on his chest, and finally pushed it away. Before he could take a breath, he lifted her skirt and touched it in with one hand.

"Don't--"

Xiao Qiao sat up. He pressed one shoulder with his other hand and put it down.

"Husband!"

Xiao Qiao sat up again, but was pushed back by him.

Xiao Qiao was like a fish nailed on a chopping board, her twisted hair dissipated, her cheeks were red and she was panting.

"Someone will come!"

Wei Shao stared at her with his eyes straight, his breathing getting heavier and heavier. He suddenly picked her up, stood up and walked quickly to the bed, threw her onto the bed, lowered his head and untied his trouser belt.

Xiao Qiao cried and said, "Then you go and wash first!"

Wei Shao finally looked up, and it seemed that she had a glance, raised her arms and smelled it. Perhaps she finally smelled the stuffy smell, and turned around and walked to the bathroom. Xiao Qiao heard a few rustling sounds of water splashing inside. Before he could recover, he saw him coming out, taking off all his clothes, and dripping water from his shoulders and chest.

At this time, a voice came in from the door: "Male lord, someone is looking for it in the front hall."

"Let's wait!"

Wei Shao roared without even turning his head, knelt on the edge of the bed and climbed up. He reached out and dragged Xiao Qiao at the corner of the bed like a chicken, pressing him under him.

Xiao Qiao heard a long exhalation in his throat.

"Mr. Gongsun looked for a male king and told him to tell me about something."

"Go away, husband!"

Xiao Qiao hurriedly urged him.

Wei Shao's face turned a little ugly. He stared at her for a moment, and finally rolled down from Xiao Qiao and got out of bed.

"Come here to change my clothes!"

Xiao Qiao quickly sorted out the messy clothes he had made on his body, got out of bed and picked up a set of clean clothes that had been prepared in advance, and avoided the hands he touched him, and finally helped him sort out the coat and belt.

After changing into neat clothes, he became handsome and clean again.

"When I come back, don't push and stop it anymore!"

Before leaving, Wei Shao turned around, he pinched her cheeks again like punishment. His hands were a little heavy, but his voice was quite soft.

...

Wei Shao hurried to the front hall, lifted his clothes and sat down, and asked, "Sir, are you in a hurry to see me?"

Gongsun Yang had been waiting for him for a while and handed over a roll of yellow silk.

Wei Shao: "Written from Luoyang? What's the matter?"

"The young emperor died of illness. Fortunately, Xun changed his son to the new emperor at the age of 7. He ordered Kang to Tai'an. Fortunately, Xun used Jieyue and now he sent a letter to order all the princes in the world to go to Luoyang to visit the new emperor."

Wei Shao raised his eyebrows and opened Huang Bo and took a look.

...

Half a month ago, the imperial court attendant Guo Xing and the doctor Cui Jin. The two of them were dissatisfied with Xun Xun as a powerful and prosperous man in the court. They conspired with Zhou Zhui, the guard of Nangong, to summon Xingxun into the palace under the name of the Shao Emperor, secretly ambushed the sword and axe driver behind the tent, waiting for the signal to come out to kill Xingxun. The Shao Emperor is now growing up and is fifteen years old. He is being held hostage by Xun everywhere. He dares not speak out, and is persuaded to agree. According to the agreement, Xun Xun is the name of Xun and the famous general named Father, tricked him into the palace. The strategy was discussed, but

After all, he was raped by Xingxun since childhood. When things came to an end, the young emperor was still afraid of Xingxun's usual tyranny. He looked frightened. He was discovered by Xingxun and turned around to escape. While running, he shouted loudly. The swordsman behind the tent chased him out and was killed by the guards who rushed in. Xingxun escaped, how could he let go? He captured Guo Xing and Cui Jin and others that day, and beheaded in the street market. Within two days, the young emperor died of illness. Xingxun should have established Liu Quan, the seven-year-old son of King Wenxi, as the new emperor.

...

"What do you think sir?"

"The lord will naturally not go. I can refuse it. I will conquer Jinyang. Although the troops have increased sharply, the quality is mixed, and it takes time to tame it. After the war, I should have some time to rest. I heard that Yuan Zhe of Qingzhou and Liu Kai of Guangping have gathered the coalition forces and were sending troops to Luoyang to conquer Xun under the banner of serving the king. The lord took this opportunity to sit and watch the hawks and dogs fight each other."

Wei Shao conquered Jinyang and unified the north. Xing Xun naturally refused to sit idly by. He had originally needed to interfere, but now he was busy dealing with Yuan Zhe and Liu Kai, which just left Wei Shao a gap to rectify military affairs and take over local management.

"What the sir said is reasonable. I will slowly recover from the disease for a while and wait until the disease is cured before making a subsequent discussion."

Wei Shao threw the yellow silk in his hand on the table and said with a smile.

...

As soon as Wei Shao went out, things rolled over one after another, and he couldn't take off his body. At night, the Wei Mansion and the four barracks outside the city held a celebration banquet. Wei Shao couldn't help but have a banquet. Finally, he got rid of the people and returned to the west room. The sky was already dark. Xiao Qiao had just finished the shower, wearing a home-cooked smoke-red soft silk robe, sitting in front of the dressing table, putting all her hair onto one side of her shoulders, tilting her head slightly, and wiping the wet hair she had just washed. The robe was very loose and covered with tightness, because the hair was tied to one side, only a crescent-like back neck was exposed. But when she was put on her body, she looked more and more fresh and slender under the reflection of the candlelight on her side, making people unable to help but think about it.

Wei Shao pushed the door and saw such a scene. His steps stood within the threshold, looking at her newly-drafted back, motionless.

Chunniang turned around and saw Wei Shao coming back. She knew in her heart that Bai Tian had probably been interrupted. Seeing that he was paying attention to Xiao Qiao's back in this moment, she immediately got up from behind Xiao Qiao and walked out of the house with two maids.

Wei Shao walked behind Xiao Qiao, lowered his body, inserted his arms from behind under her armpits, buried his face in the back of her neck, and deeply smelled the fragrance of bathing from her skin and hair. Suddenly, he felt so anxious that he picked her up and put her on the bed like during the day.

Xiao Qiao knew that this time he could not avoid it no matter what. He lay under his nose. Seeing his eyes staring at him, he raised his hand and quickly removed his belt, pulled open his clothes, and couldn't help but feel nervous. He lay on the pillow and looked at him with wide eyes.

Wei Shao pulled open his clothes and suddenly seemed to remember something. He turned around and opened the door. He said to the servant who was outside the door, "No one will see you if you are not a grandmother's mantra." After saying that, he closed the counter bolt and walked quickly towards Xiao Qiao.

Xiao Qiao was pressed under him and hugged her tightly.

...

Wei Shao was away these few months, and sometimes he would inevitably think of Qiao's daughter at home at night. The last time they had sex with them was short, but the feeling at that time really made him recall it. The only dissatisfaction was that he lost control for a while and was ridiculed by her. Whenever he thought about it, his heart was like a cat caught. Today he finally came back. The anger he had come out during the day did not fade, and the accumulated thoughts soared. Although he didn't want her to feel too painful, he was just really hard to control. He wanted to get into the essence faster, but Xiao Qiao was afraid of the pain, so he pinched his shoulder and kept begging slowly in his ear. He couldn't bear to let her feel too painful. The first time he went in, he had tossed for a long time, and both of them were sweating.

I've been holding it in for too long, like a flood suddenly released, and I'm in the warm village. I heard Xiao Qiao blew the wind in his ears and kept crying. Xiao Qiao was under him again, but after twisting a few times, Wei Shao's back waist felt sore, and he shivered, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

Xiao Qiao has learned the lesson from the previous time, so she dare not laugh anymore this time. And she is not in the mood to laugh anymore.

Because Wei Shao's face looked like he was going to kill someone.

He kept lying on her, burying her face in the pile of hair that was a little fashionable, and refused to go down.

Xiao Qiao waited for a while. She definitely didn't want to stimulate him. But Wei Shao was too heavy. He could not bear it after a long time.

She finally coughed softly, stretched out a finger, poked his shoulder, and comforted him: "Manman knows that his husband is a great man, and I have suffered a lot just now. I have worked hard on the road today, so I must be tired, so I will take a break soon."

Wei Shao slowly raised his face and stared at Xiao Qiao for a moment.

Xiao Qiao was stunned.

"Rest? It's still early!"

Wei Shao bared his teeth at her, and with a little revenge, he lowered his head and threw himself on her chest again.

...

The candlelight on the desk kept burning, and the candle body gradually became shorter. From the seven-inch new candle to the end, there was only less than the length of the thumb knuckles left.

It was already late night.

Xiao Qiao finally found out now. He said that this man was a beast, so he would be polite. Wei Shao was almost like a beast. He asked her for a while after sleeping, and then hugged her and sniffed for a while, opened his eyes and asked again. He had asked Xiao Qiao three times, not the first time.

This is the fourth time. He fiddled with her and lay on the edge of the bed. The new posture he had come up with seemed to have excited him to a new high. No matter how Xiao Qiao cried, he just refused to let her go.

Xiao Qiao's voice was hoarse and she cried so hard that she was almost angry.

Just the second time, she felt quite comfortable.

The third time it started to hurt again.

At this moment, I was simply being tortured.

"Are you okay?"

She clasped the quilt in front of her with both hands, turned her head and asked him again, with tears that had just fallen on her cheeks.

Wei Shao leaned down, raised his hand to hold her face, and licked the tears on her face.

Well, the beauty's tears tasted good.
To be continued...