MTL - The World of the Pirate Consort-Chapter 96

She opened her eyes and watched Ming Chunshui holding the woman into the exquisite and elegant courtyard near Yanbo Lake. She turned around and sat quietly on the couch, looking down at Mo Lin beside her green skirt with a sad smile.

It turned out that happiness was so short-lived that it was a thing of the past before she could taste it carefully.

Could it be that he was so affectionate to her that he lied to her? Could it be that he always had only that woman? Can it be everything, but also a dream?

No wonder, the people in the village looked at her with sympathetic eyes. It turned out that everyone had guessed that his trip was related to that woman. Maybe everyone knows that only that woman would make him so nervous, so nervous that he left in a hurry, not even leaving a word to her.

Hagiwara thought that he and the woman had broken up and had nothing to do with it, but now it seems that she thought wrong. Before, they may have died, but in his heart, the woman was always admired. And her, Jiang Seoshe, was just a joke, a substitute when he could not get that woman.

How sad I was. She, who had always been proud of herself, became ridiculously a substitute for someone else, and she didn't even know it, but thought that the true feelings that belonged to her had arrived.

My heart was sore in pain, and tears came up. She bit her teeth and she would never allow herself to cry. Tears are the most useless thing in the world. When the wind blows, it dries without leaving a trace. The tears were holding on, but the chest was full of blood and blood, a sweet throat, and a sudden burst of blood from the throat, sprayed on the pale cyan skirt, and ink lotus stained with blood, showing a glamorous color.

He stood up staggeringly, walking slowly to the closet as if his soul was out, and opened it gently, seeing the shades of different shades. These were all prepared for her a few days ago. He knew she liked blue shirts, and thought that most of them were blue dresses.

Is it true that this intimate pampering is false? If such lingering lingers are false, what else is true in this world? What else can you believe?

His eyes lightly took out a blue shirt, replaced the blood-stained shirt on his body, and walked silently to the soft couch by the window and sat down. It was gradually getting dark, and a maid walked in quietly to light a candle for her. She waved her hands and the maid stepped back silently.

Pure white veil was lifted by the night wind poured into the window, dancing, making the entire dormitory like the cloud fairy palace. However, at this moment, the surging feels that he has fallen into the prefecture physically and mentally.

Time passed little by little, and in the blink of an eye, the night was dark.

侍 The maids probably knew what was going on, none of them came in and bothered, and Seser didn't know how long he had been sitting in the darkness, only to feel that the night breeze came from a half-open window, blowing her jade body cold. She stood up, got up and closed the window, and Meng Guang couldn't help but walk towards the small courtyard again. The courtyard was full of lights and people came and went, obviously, he still stayed there.

He closed the window and no longer looked, turned back to the bed, and went to bed.

怎么 Why is she asleep and how can she sleep? I don't know how long it has been, and my mind is still clear. When Mingchun Shui came in, Seir heard his steady and gentle footsteps, she raised her eyebrows and did not open her eyes. There was a sound of flames, and she heard the sound of undressing, and then the bed beside her sank, and a strong arm wrapped around her waist.

His body stiffened like a lightning strike, and he almost vomited. He was holding the woman just now, but at this time he came to embrace her. Opening his eyes slowly, the beautiful Danfeng eyes were cold. The candle on the wooden case was already lit, and the room was no longer dark.

Mingchun Shui felt the stiffness of his hands, and his hands were soft, and a soft voice came down: "Not asleep yet? I said, how can I not even take off the outer skirt."

She trembled lightly, and she got up and fled outwards, but was stretched out by his arms. The tall and handsome body immediately turned over and clamped Seser firmly under him.

He was so angry that he didn't even have a word to explain? Raising his eyes, under the dim candlelight, the cold eyes focused on his face for the first time. This hope, she could not help but linger, but forgot to struggle.

Is this still the lazy Mingchun water? Although he still had a mask on his face, Seser could see his hesitation and tiredness from the blue scum and deep eyes on the thin lips exposed by Mingchun water.

Huh! Tired! How could these two words be in harmony with the bright spring water of the white sun? However, he was indeed stingy and tired.

He looked at him eagerly, but she suddenly knew that his uncle was not for her. However, she was also very strange. He obviously came back with a beautiful woman in his arms. How could he look so embarrassed that he should not be proud of the spring breeze?

I thought of that woman, and smiled coldly, "Let me go!"

Tong Mingchun's eyes darkened, and he sighed lowly: "Good, tired for your husband, don't make trouble. I know you have been wronged in the past few days. What's wrong, let's talk tomorrow."

Tong Mingchun Shui was really tired. At this time, she hugged her soft body and smelled the faint cold fragrance on her body. The string in his heart suddenly relaxed, and when drowsiness struck, he just held her like that and sank into the boundless dream.

He made a few times and couldn't break his arms. When he looked back, he saw that he was asleep, but his arms were still reluctant to let go of her waist.

Those who practice martial arts do not sleep for a day or two and will not get tired of it. He looks like he hasn't slept for days and nights.

Only then did he see that he was holding the woman as if she had endless strength. How could she be so tired when she arrived at her? There was a burst of anger in my heart, but I couldn't find a place to vent it. There were many things to ask him, but at this time, he couldn't ask any more.

睡 He sleeps sweetly, but she has no sleepiness.

He stretched his fingers, one by one, the fingers that circled him around her waist and pushed the pillow into his arms. Get up, put on your shirt and walk outside.

Outside the house, there was a bright moon and clear light, and the night was just right.

He walked through the tortuous veranda and walked down the steps, trying to calm down in the garden. When he reached the end of the veranda, he heard the whispers of the two women. It turned out that the two maids were watching the moon around the corner of the corridor. The voice was very low, and Seir did not intend to overhear, but they just heard them mention her.

"The landlord brought the woman back, I wonder how sad the landlord's wife would be?" A soft voice of a maid came down.

"Yes, but that woman is also very poor. I heard that she was almost dead after being seriously injured. If the landlord brought a mad doctor in the past, I'm afraid it's gone now." Another maid said cautiously.

Suddenly his heart sank. Was the woman seriously injured? It turned out that the reason why Ming Chunshui was so embarrassed was because she was worried about taking care of her and kept up.

"You said, will the landlord not want the landlord's wife? We Kunlun slaves can't accept it, we can only choose one. The landlord and the landlord's wife have not worshipped the Black Mountain god, will they ..."

He followed, and Seser didn't listen any more, she turned around and walked along the corridor. The beautiful face is reflected in the moonlight, although it is still in a state of turmoil, but at the bottom of the heart, it has begun to stir up the giant waves.

In order to take care of that woman, he has been sleeping for several days. How can such care be said to have no emotion? No matter what kind of feeling, Ming Chunshui is absolutely affectionate for that woman.

Let's go! A voice kept screaming deep in my heart.

Twenty one, will Ming Chunshui choose her? She is not sure. Even if he did choose her, what about the other woman? The woman was already seriously injured, and she was an admirer of Ming Chunshui, just because of her, wanted her to leave sadly?

This is not the result she wants, she is not mean enough to rob a man with other women.

Let's go, she doesn't want to entangle three people together. She didn't want to stay and wait for him to choose one, it was just a shame. Maybe Ming Chunshui also hoped that she could leave quietly, so as not to make him embarrassed.

I do not belong to her, she will never miss. Fortunately, he has not worshiped the God of Montenegro. In the eyes of Ming Chunshui, she is not his wife yet, so she left quietly. It was good to her, to him, and to the poor woman.

I have taken a few more medicines in the past few days, thought so. But the lingering enthusiasm and tenderness kept flashing in her mind, his breath, his taste, his body temperature, his voice, everything, turned into a feeling, this feeling is unforgettable.

However, even if it is unforgettable, leaving is inevitable.

To leave, tonight is the best opportunity.

She quietly backed out of the window from the front of the corridor. When she came out, she did not extinguish the candlelight, and faintly saw that Ming Chunshui was holding the pillow to sleep and was sweet. She glanced at him for the last time and leapt off the promenade.

She performed light work, passed through the purple bamboo forest, and came to the shore of Yanbo Lake. On the stone bridge, she stopped to look at the delicate courtyard. Shuttle back and forth. About healing the woman, I hope she recovers soon, whispered, a bitter smile on her lips.

She walked down from the stone bridge and came to the village. The whole village was caged under the faint moonlight, which was extremely peaceful and quiet.

The big valley where Hunchun Shuilou is located is extremely secretive, and it is extremely dangerous outside. It is extremely difficult to find. Therefore, at night, only a few guards are patrolling.

没有 There is no killing here, and there is no rigorous guard, which makes Seir's departure unimpeded.

As soon as she was out of Zhuangzi, Su Se suddenly thought of the poisonous flower forest. Without antidote, how would she go out? Contemplating for a moment, he walked towards Feng Qianer's residence.