The beauty of the peasant girl of crossing

Chapter 291 Staying
They have been married for many years, but he has never seen her well.

Tonight is the first time and will be the last time.

Xiao Junyan's eyes darkened slightly, and his expression eased, "Forget it, I am tired."

After a pause, he added slowly, "It's late at night, it's time to rest."

Taoyao lowered her eyes, and a mockery flashed across her lips like a flash in the pan.

After a while, there was a very small sound of closing the door, and when Taoyao raised her head again, Xiao Junyan was already in front of her.

She raised her eyebrows, pulled up Xiao Junyan's shirt with one hand, and tore apart his delicate and fair collarbone, ambiguity mixed with indistinguishable emotions:
"Does Lord Hou want to stay here?"

Xiao Junyan looked at the sparkling and moving appearance in her eyes, her mind fluctuated a little, and she reached out and held her hand:

"Turn off the lights first..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw that Taoyao was suddenly hit with a smile, and suddenly laughed lowly, and his body trembled slightly because of the laughter.

Xiao Junyan couldn't help frowning, "What are you laughing at?"

There was only a icy arc on Taoyao's lips, her smile was as beautiful and poisonous as a poppy, and she said in a low voice, "Master Hou's face is really thicker than the city wall."

"you……"

Hearing this, Xiao Junyan's face suddenly changed color, and the two sides still had lustful eyes, and they also overflowed with coldness and cruelty:
"Yan Fengzhu, don't be ignorant."

Taoyao piled on a smile, slowly smoothing out the wrinkles on his front, and asked him:

"Master Hou is so angry? Master Hou thinks that if you give me some favor, I will be grateful and happy, how is it possible?"

Seeing Taoyao's half-smile but not smiling eyes, Xiao Junyan sneered suddenly and slowly touched her lips:
"Princess's mouth is really sharp and sharp, very powerful."

As he said that, he took his hand away from Taoyao's lips, gradually slipped down, and grabbed her slender neck, his face full of hideousness:
"But if you haven't been trained for a while, the princess won't serve anyone!"

He approached Taoyao and whispered ambiguously in her ear, full of disdain and ridicule, like a sword like a sword:

"I will train you again, Ben Hou still likes to hear you screaming and begging for mercy on the bed..."

He smiled coldly, and what he said was even more obscene and vulgar.

Afterwards, he was about to push Taoyao down to bed, but suddenly felt a chill in his throat, and a pitch-black dagger pressed against his throat.

"Master Hou, my sword is very fast. If you don't stop it, I'm afraid you will see blood today." Tao Yao coldly threatened.

Xiao Junyan put away the expression on his face, his dark eyes stared at Tao Yao who was aiming the dagger at his neck, and then released the hand that was pinching her neck.

"Go away!" Tao Yao retracted her dagger, her voice as cold as ice.

Xiao Junyan glanced at her beautiful and cold face and slowly backed away.

When he came to the door, he gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, and there was an extremely cold and poisonous light in his eyes:
"Hmph, I want to see, how long can you be stubborn! I'm waiting for the day when you kneel in front of me and ask for my forgiveness!"

After he finished speaking, he walked away.

Facing such vicious and dangerous words, Taoyao seemed to have never heard of it.

She lowered her head, played with the dagger in her hand, and muttered to herself:

"Unfortunately, I forgot to apply poison on the dagger..."

***
The beauty of autumn colors in Zhaoqing Temple is amazing.

The quaint cornices and yellow leaves reflect each other, giving it a desolate beauty. Although there are no groups of ginkgo forests, there are many tree-lined paths here.

The autumn wind was rustling and the fallen leaves were colorful. On the trail that had not yet been cleaned, Shen Furong was knocked flying by Li Yeyu's sword energy, and was forced to roll on the ground, wiping the slate floor brightly.

The little novice in the temple holding a broom was moved with excitement, and silently recited: Amitabha.

Shen Furong seriously suspected that he was secretly giving her a thumbs up.

Before she could fully feel the softness of the yellow leaves that covered the ground, Li Yeyu stabbed again with a sword. Shen Furong quickly got up and raised her nunchaku to resist with all her strength.

That's right, now the nunchaku is her weapon.

Although the nunchaku is not an orthodox weapon, it is soft with hardness and soft with rigidity. It has the characteristics of being able to be retracted and released, short and powerful, easy to carry, and infinitely powerful in melee combat. She prefers it.

"Quickly use the nunchaku hum, hurry to use the nunchaku hum, and those who practice martial arts must remember that the benevolent is invincible, who is practicing Tai Chi, and the wind is flourishing..."

Shen Furong hummed in her mouth, and shook her nose coolly with her thumb.

The next second, her nunchaku collided with Li Yeyu's long sword. Her jaw and arm were numb with pain, her body became lighter, and she flew out again in an instant, gnawing at the mud and falling to the ground.

This time, the fall was worse. Shen Furong grinned in pain, raised her head, and stared at Li Yeyu, whose jawline seemed to be clearer than her life plan, and complained bitterly:
"I'm going, are you serious? Oh, it hurts me..."

Li Yeyu nodded seriously, "I never fake it."

Shen Furong couldn't believe it: "Little Yu'er, how can your mouth at 37°C say such cold words?"

"That's right! Madam asked you to teach her martial arts, but it's not in the ring. You're too ruthless."

October hurriedly stepped forward and helped Shen Furong up from the ground, "How many times have you kicked Madam?"

Shen Furong hurriedly covered October's mouth and smiled at the little novice beside her: "Don't believe in rumors, don't spread rumors."

Then he pulled October and gritted his teeth, "Don't spread this shameful thing anywhere, or people will think that I have no talent and I'm stupid."

October has clearly sensed the danger in her eyes, but she is still stubborn:
"I know ma'am, but can you spit the dirt out of your mouth before you speak and spit me in the face."

Shen Furong: "..."

She began to deeply doubt whether the water in her mind was too much to shut, and she felt that the temple was clean and a good place to practice martial arts.

Li Yeyu seemed to finally feel that she was pitiful, and found her conscience again, and comforted her:

"Ma'am, you have no foundation in martial arts. Now you have made rapid progress at this level. As long as you are patient and practice the basic techniques of martial arts, you will be familiar with the effects and timing of using each move and every style, and then after a period of actual combat. If you practice right, maybe you can become a new martial arts master."

Shen Furong nodded. Martial arts talent doesn't come with it, she doesn't expect to be a master, she just wants to be able to defend herself and strengthen her courage.

This nunchaku looks simple, just need to speed up a little bit, swing it up and down, left and right, but sometimes if you don't master the strength, you will accidentally hit yourself, causing people to scream in pain.

"Yes, ma'am, I am also optimistic about you."

Yi October smiled and said to Shen Furong, "Madam, the vegetarian food in Zhaoqing Temple is good. The tofu is worse than meat. Why don't we stay in the temple and eat the vegetarian food before going home!"

As a foodie, Shen Furong loves all kinds of food, so she naturally agrees.

But she never expected that this stay would leave something out...

(End of this chapter)