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As everyone knows, this seductive call, like a pack of I love a piece of firewood, makes the lust in Yang Zheng's body burn even more, and every time he rides a horse and raises the whip, he becomes more thorough.

"Bad guy, bad guy, I'm not going to-?" Shen Yanqiu Jiao gasped.

A trace of pity welled up in Lord Yang's heart, suppressing the final sprint, becoming softer, he gently bowed down, hugged the willow-like little waist, and with a slight force on his wrist, he hugged it and pressed it hard into his arms.

A pair of plump breasts were immediately gently squeezed, giving birth to a thousand changes in Lord Yang's arms.

Such tenderness and sweetness are even more impactful for Shen Yanqiu, her delicate body trembles, Yang Zheng's broad chest, and the stimulation brought by rubbing makes her hot all over, and a long-endured spring bursts the embankment of the river, flowing down the river, quickly submerging the dense place.

"Sister, you're so-?" Yang Zheng said with a smile.

"I hate it, you're necros, making fun of people-" Shen Yanqiu had a person on his face, a pair of snow-white small hands, and quickly blindfolded his eyes, not daring to look at him.

Yang Zheng laughed, gently stroked her shoulders a few times with both hands, and went down the river to the pair of plump buttocks, and slapped it hard.

"Smack!"

A crisp sound came out, and five bright red handprints immediately appeared on the snow-white plump buttocks.

"Huh?"

Shen Yanqiu's small mouth opened, and before she could shout, a pair of strong and powerful hands grabbed her buttocks and pushed her forward.

The powerful force made Shen Yanqiu's beautiful eyes almost erupt into flames, and a small mouth opened slightly, as if she had not recovered from the powerful impact just now.

Yang Zheng smiled, and once again repeated the old trick.

"Huh?"

Xiao Yue, who came back to her senses, exclaimed in surprise, the strength of the slender jade legs wrapped around her waist tightened, a pair of Hao wrists slowly stretched out, naturally climbed up Yang Zheng's neck, and hugged his neck tightly with a slight hook, the perfect body took advantage of the willfulness of the small waist, and the gentle bow formed a beautiful arc, which greeted Yang Zheng's impact one by one。

The candlelight is flickering, and the night breeze is blowing.

In the shaking curtain, Shen Yanqiu's pretty face seemed to be on fire, red, her eyes were closed, her small mouth was panting, and her slightly arched body was sometimes thrown into the air, and sometimes she was held down by a pair of big hands.

Yang Zheng clinged to her hips, his movements were soft and slow, but every time he knocked down like a heavy drum, he ushered in an unexpected effect.

"Bad guys, bad guys—people don't make it-" With Yang Zheng's wave after wave of impact, Shen Yanqiu only felt like a cloud, and the strength of her body seemed to be drained, she finally couldn't help but murmur, her hands were in the midst of the stormy waves, and she grabbed Yang Zheng's back tightly, and her arched ten-fingered fingers drew a mark one after another.

"Bad guys—?"

Under the candlelight, Shen Yanqiu cheered in a low voice, her bright eyes began to be confused, her forehead, cheeks, neck, and chest were filled with a heavy wheezing sound, and there was an extra layer of wet mist, she accompanied with difficulty, her delicate nose slightly kicked a thick breath, and a pair of slender jade fingers tightly grasped the snow-white sheets, as if she was struggling strongly, and seemed to be cooperating hard, but her body was soft as if it had been removed from the bones under the impact of the man.

"Huhuhuhu......" Shen Yanqiu clutched the sheets tightly, her misty eyes finally opened, she struggled, and finally her boneless body suddenly gained some strength, she lifted her neck with difficulty, and the beads of sweat on her forehead and cheeks fell down her raised face drop by drop.

Shen Yanqiu gasped again, the sound was like a gossamer, Yang Zheng didn't seem to hear it, his hands pressed the plump buttocks, and hit hard.

The black and white figures, I don't know how long they lingered like this, Shen Yanqiu's snow-white body was like a ball of mixed dough, paralyzed in Yang Zheng's arms like mud, and made a cat-like voice: "Bad guy, bad guy, you ...... You're still done...... Family...... No more...... I'm tired of people...... You're ...... Stop it...... People have no strength, they can't move, their bones hurt to death, you bad guy...... Why is it endless......?"

"Ahh

Shen Yanqiu's face was flushed, drenched in sweat, and her delicate breathing was almost out of breath, and at this moment, she shouted weakly: "You bad person, necrotic-?"

Yang Zheng laughed, stretched out his hand and gently grabbed a handful on her pair of waves, and said: "Sister, you are wrong, the thing in this boudoir is the joy of husband and wife, you are my person, I am your person, what you want is not you have me, I have you, where is the trick?"

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Shen Yanqiu knew that he was strong, but he was very happy to hear the sentence that you have me, I have you, and stuffed his fiery body into his arms a few times, and his fiery little face was like a pleasing little cat, rubbed it twice on his chest, and said with a satisfied face: "I have you, you have me, I like the bad guy so much?"

Yang Zheng pressed her body into his arms, squeezed his fiery chest against the pink crispy, felt the elasticity and softness, and exhaled comfortably, "Since you are so happy, hehe, why don't you stay a little longer?"

Shen Yanqiu was extremely smart, where could she not hear the chill in these words, she was suddenly startled, and said: "No, no, people, people are very tired, and then they are afraid that they are going to die?"

Yang Zheng glared at her resentfully, looking at her frightened look, no matter how affectionate she was, I am afraid that she would really pass out, as long as she put away her bow and abandon the arrow, slapped her on the buttocks, hugged her in her arms and said, "Who are you and me, am I the kind of person who asks excessively, I just said it casually, but I can't take it seriously, the coming day is long, hehe, our good days are still ahead?"

Shen Yanqiu knew that he deliberately changed his words, but he was very willing to listen to him, and nodded vigorously: "What you said is really good?"

"Nonsense, can sweet words not sound good?" Yang Zheng sighed in his heart that this girl was too easy to deceive.

Seeing Shen Yanqiu's tired face, he was afraid that he would not be able to bear another wave of grace, so he felt pity in his heart, so he didn't think about anything else, took her into his arms, stroked the smooth delicate body with his big hand, kneaded it a few times, and said, "Sister, since she is tired, let's talk something, okay?"

Shen Yanqiu snuggled in his arms, feeling his thoughtfulness, rejoicing in his heart, the tiredness just now suddenly disappeared, nodded and said softly: "What did you say?"

Yang Zheng stroked her smooth jade legs, felt the smoothness and elasticity of the skin of the jade legs, and said with a smile: "What does my sister want to hear?"

Shen Yanqiu thought about the story of "rushing to the crown and being angry only for the red face" in the daytime, and her heart moved, and said: "Let's just say that the crown is angry only for the red face, right?"

"Why do girls like a story, isn't this a good story?" Yang Zheng muttered, and then explained the grievances and grievances of Wu Sangui, Li Zicheng, and Chen Yuanyuan. “

Shen Yanqiu listened very seriously, and when she heard that Chen Yuanyuan, a famous prostitute of a generation, finally died of illness in the nunnery and was buried next to Shangshan Temple, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart:

"The moss under the forest is the Yun family, and the jade bones are pitiful and dusty. There is nowhere to say before the wind, and the number is returned to the crow.

Half a lifetime of duckweed with the passing water, a night of cold rain burial flowers. The soul is the willow that blows and wants to break, around the end of the world.

You men don't have a good thing, this Chen Yuanyuan is just a poor woman, she was first plundered by Liu Zongmin, the general of the king, and became a wife, and then Li Zicheng found out to be a wife and concubine, speaking of which is also a last resort, in the end, Wu Sangui was angry only for the red face, but he did not lose a little blood, but later conspired to kill her, forced her to beg to cut her hair for a nun, in the final analysis, she is just a poor woman who can't help herself, but you men don't, you can't compare to others if you lose, but you don't want to bear the pain of failure, but you lost the hatred of the country to a weak woman, and she said: "Chong Guan was angry. You men are terrible?"

Yang Zheng didn't expect such a story to make her have such a feeling, but if you think about it carefully, Chen Yuanyuan is just smart in ice and snow, captivating the country and the city, being good at singing and dancing, and being the champion of color and art. Chen Yuanyuan returned to Tianfu, Tian Qiwan occupied it for private property, and unfortunately ran into the hero Wu Sangui, so there was a later story of Chong Guan and a rage only for the red face, in this story, she had ever instructed the soldiers, just because Wu Sangui opened the Shanhaiguan, led the Qing soldiers, and destroyed the Ming Dynasty.

"What do you do when you say this, what is the anger of the crown, what is the disaster to the country and the people, what is the country and the city, I don't care if I can sing and dance, all I want is Sister Qiu'er!

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