In the dead of night, Ning Rong's wife's bedroom.

Wu Qizhe looked at the beautiful woman in front of him.

Ning Rong sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her strange and familiar husband, she couldn't say why, she was slightly nervous, as if she had returned to the age of a young girl.

Hidden beneath her beauty is a femme fatale, and if you only see her beauty, then you will be blown to pieces by her sugar-coated cannonballs.

Her hair is beautiful purple, noble and elegant. Her nose is high, her beautiful eyes are as bright and psychedelic as diamonds, and her delicate face as bright and snow-white as moonlight always exudes a dreamy luster.

Ning Rong's slender and well-proportioned figure, tall/seductive/human, exudes the temptation/seduction that belongs to her age all the time.

Beautiful long purple hair, loosely pulled a beautiful sideburns, a white hosta diagonally inserted into the seductive hair, that comparable to the figure of a goddess, wearing a dreamy purple/thin/gauze, with her peerless temperament and countenance, it looks even more charming under the bright lights.

Wu Qizhe sat next to Ning Rong, gently hugged the other party's body, put his palm on his graceful waist, and kissed Ning Rong's beautiful face.

Ning Rong responded slightly, and pushed Wu Qizhe away, a charming peach appeared on her face, indescribably beautiful and moving, so that you couldn't see any traces of age at all, and there was not even a trace of crow's feet in the corners of her eyes.

Ning Rong's slender fingers gently brushed Wu Qizhe's chin, and said with a coquettish smile: "Husband, don't worry." The movement of the finger over the other man's chin was not unintentional, but wanted to find out if this face, which was exactly the same as her husband's, was wearing a human skin mask.

You may ask, since Ning Rong has been suspicious for a long time, why shouldn't she question in front of everyone, but only make a move when the two of them are in private now, aren't you afraid of being killed by the other party?

Scheming and wisdom are first-class Ning Rong naturally has her own considerations, if she asks in front of everyone in the Dragon Castle, first of all, she is not sure, and secondly, after finishing everything Yan Zang has done today, who would dare to touch his tiger whiskers.

He may have been caught by him just as soon as he was about to speak, but instead he was charged with colluding with Wen Taiji, and when he wanted to explain, he couldn't explain it clearly, to put it bluntly, her rights in this Dragon Castle came from her husband Wanyanzang.

If Wan Yan Zang insisted that she colluded with Wen Taiji, others might not intercede for her, as for Ah Zheng, Wan Yan Zang is still there, what can he do?

When there is only himself and Wan Yan Zang in private, of course, this Wan Yan Zang still has questions, is he really Wan Yan Zang?

Even if he reveals her identity, I believe that the other party will not kill her immediately, because she is Wanyanzang's wife, the mistress of the Dragon Castle, no matter what the other party's purpose is, relatively speaking, she still has use value.

It's just that she can also use this to blackmail the fake Wanyan Zang, so as to achieve the purpose of protecting herself and Ah Zheng.

Ning Rong was slightly surprised, Wan Yanzang in front of her actually let her grope his chin, calmed down slightly, and the movements of her hands were more gentle, as if she was doing some kind of massage.

Wu Qizhe closed his eyes and felt very comfortable, he didn't react, Mrs. Ning Rong had already doubted him.

But even if he has doubts, he is not afraid, and sometimes when your strength is far superior to that of your opponent, you will not be afraid of any conspiracy of the opponent at all.

What's more, there were only him and Ning Rong in the room, even if the other party really threw any sugar-coated shells, he would just take them together.

Ning Rong frowned slightly, a trace of sadness came to her heart, she felt a little strange, if the other party really wore a human skin mask, even if the workmanship was exquisite, how exactly the same, she should find some traces under such careful groping.

When the result just now, she felt surprised, the skin of the other party's face was tightly sealed, and it was impossible to re-paste a face.

"Madame, what are you doing?" Wu Qizhe held Ning Rong's jade hand and kissed the sky blue nails on her fingertips.

"Husband has been suffering for a day, didn't I help you massage and let you relax." A smile appeared on Ning Rong's face, a pair of jade hands had moved to Wu Qizhe's temples, and she also knew that staying in the same place for a long time would easily arouse the other party's suspicion.

"Madame really has a heart." Wu Qizhe closed his eyes, and the whole person was pillowed in Mrs. Ning Rong's arms.

Ning Rong was not angry, her little hand pressed the nie carefully, and asked casually: "Husband, why did your Ning Long Decision suddenly advance by leaps and bounds, and Wen Taiji was not an opponent at all." ”

Wu Qizhe said with a smile: "Why, you still want me to lose to Wen Taiji, and then you can give the foundation of this Dragon Castle to Wen Taiji." ”

Ning Rong patted Wu Qizhe's forehead and said aggrievedly: "Husband, what are you talking about, how could I hope you lose to Wen Taiji, you are really good for no reason." ”

"Royal Dragon Castle is the foundation of the husband, even if you are gone, it is also the inheritance of Azheng, how can it be given to Wen Taiji." Ning Rong defended herself.

"You finally say what you think, you want me to die, and then let Ah Zheng inherit the position of castle master." Wu Qizhe was still lying on Ning Rong's body, but the words on his lips were not forgiving at all.

"Husband, how can you wronged me, we have been married for many years, but you don't trust me so much." Ning Rong pushed Wu Qizhe away and sat on the side sulking.

"Then you say, why didn't Wen Taiji get poisoned, didn't I let you put Roselle tears in his wine before?" Wu Qizhe asked: "Why didn't he show any signs of poisoning?" ”

Ning Rong sat aside with her back to Wu Qizhe, but didn't speak.

Wu Qizhe patted Ning Rong's fragrant shoulder, she didn't look back, and responded.

There was no way, he could only forcibly turn the other party's body over and face him.

Jiaoyan wanted to cry, tears were already rolling in his eyes, although he knew that Ning Rong was pretending, he still couldn't help but feel distressed, and comforted: "It's all old husbands and wives, and you still shed tears, you are not ashamed." ”

"My husband doesn't trust me and misunderstands that I'm a bad woman, can't I cry to vent my grievances and dissatisfaction?" Ning Rong said this, a crystal teardrop had slipped from the corner of her eye, all the way to the edge of her chin.

"I don't mean to doubt you, but what you're doing makes me have to be suspicious." Wu Qizhe sighed, and put Ning Ronglou in his arms, he admired himself a little, after experiencing so many women, he was about to become an acting school.

Ning Rong said with a sad face: "I was going to put Luo Shen tears in Wen Taiji's wine, but it was too late to run out of time, and I thought that if you rely on poison to win, even if you win, you will not win, and you will be laughed at by the world." Then he smiled: "But you really didn't disappoint me, you defeated Wen Taiji with your true skills, and you are worthy of my Ning Rong's husband." ”

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