The Concubine of Transmigration is Difficult

192 Chapter 1 Full of sweetness overflowing ([-])
At the beginning of the new year, Duke Ding led his troops to crusade against the Yan bandits, and then there was news from the western frontier. Looting, such a situation, is no longer a sign of peace.

The voice of impeaching Shang Kun in the court gradually increased, and the censors criticized him for withdrawing troops for less than a year, and the loss of troops would cost money and food, but they could only guarantee temporary peace.Some even suspected that the signing of the covenant at the beginning might have been because the Shang family and the Turks had a secret affair, deceiving the upper and lower to deceive others.

Outside the city was windy and windy, the three major residences of the Shang family sat still, and in the listening courtyard, they couldn't hear even a single noise.Shang Kun is still his lord of Xiaoyao, accompanies his grandmother and mother to dance the bow to add to the fun, and leads Yijun in and out of various restaurants in Shangjing, with a famous car and a beautiful woman in his arms, so he really envies the eyes of others.

These are all appearances, and Yi Jun knows better than anyone else that Shang Kun has never let up, ready to fight with all his might.

In several vacant courtyards in the Dachang Princess' mansion, people come and go all day long, including craftsmen, sergeants, Shang family's staff, and idle diners, all busy.

He was also busy, and he would often bury his head in the study or the guest courtyard, never to be seen again.

Yijun asked him, Shang Kun smiled and said that he wanted to fight for her a piece of glory.

"Ronghua? The Shang family isn't prominent enough. Your salary is enough to support me for several lifetimes. What do you need so much? If you don't bring it with you, don't you take it with you when you die. After half a lifetime of hard work, looking back, you might regret that you were too rich when you were young." Fight, missed a good time."

Yijun consciously tries to be a conscientious Michong, and always teases him with such naughty jokes.

Shang Kun's facial curves are like natural sculptures, every arc is bending upwards, perfectly presenting his charm.With a smile in his eyes, he hugged her and kissed her, saying in a commonplace way, "It's enough for you, but how can our son be. Well, what do you say!"

The low and hoarse voice was full of temptation, and he stroked Yijun's back with his big palm, as if feeling emotional, "You have to have a plan in life. Since I was young, the elders in the family have taught that you must keep the Shang family safe. The children of the family are brave and fearless, and they will not be named as good generals."

He practiced in the summer and counted nine in the winter. He spent all his time and energy in the training hall and the school grounds.Everyone said that Wu Yinghou was a young hero who was protected by his parents, who turned out to be a marquis and a general with just a few victories. Few people saw the blood and sweat he put in behind his back.

Yi Jun caressed the thick calluses on the palms of his hands, the only disproportionate thing about him was his hands.Unlike other aristocratic families, the lord's fingers are slender and bony, and he plays the piano and recites poems, and he is more tender than ordinary daughters.Shang Kun's finger joints are thick, and the palms of his tiger's mouth are full of thick calluses, rough and slightly ugly.

Yijun covered her face in his palm, callus marks had sharpened her skin, and the scratches went down to the bottom of her heart, feeling sorry for him that he worked harder than others.

"Pingan slave, I don't have a son, can I have a daughter?"

"Okay." Shang Kun threw down the scroll, responded with a smile, picked a bright yellow winter jasmine flower from the vase on the table, pinned it to Ah Yuan's temple, and begged for it.

"I want both sons and daughters. Don't be lazy, don't make excuses and don't want to take medicine. Although the medicine is hard to swallow, you feel sick when you smell it. What you are suffering now will be more filial when our children grow up in the future. Repay, okay?"

"No, if the child I gave birth to is as hard as you, I will feel sorry for him." Yijun snuggled into his arms and acted like a baby, while the person above him didn't say a word for a long time, just hugged her and hummed softly.

"Ping An Nu, I love you too." Yi Jun raised his head and kissed him.

There was a little bit of light in his black stone-like eyes, and he pressed his head against her forehead and sighed, Ah Yuan.

As a matter of course, the two kissed each other again, his kiss was very soft, looking down at her with his arms on the couch, he laughed at himself, "With you here, I wasted half a day in vain."

The person in his arms has disheveled hair, slanted almond eyes, pink-stained cheeks, and slightly parted cherry lips that silently seduce him.Knowing the taste, Shang Kun was a little helpless, but fortunately he had a little sense and remembered something important, kissed Yi Jun hard, then ripped off her clothes, and walked out of the room with a smirk on his lips.

Yijun secretly hated him for being angry, tightened his clothes, sat up straight and brushed his hair before calling in the maids to take care of her.

When it was dinner time, Shang Kun still didn't come back, fearing that he would be so busy in the yard over there that he would forget to eat, so Yi Jun brought someone over to invite him.She didn't take a car when she left the Lingfeng Courtyard, and walked in along the white marble corridor in the mansion, bypassing the garden, and the winter jasmine flowers in the corner of the wall were in full bloom, and the bright yellow lightly decorated the garden in early spring, very fresh.

She stood there watching for a while, and heard the sound of steady and powerful footsteps at the corner, each step getting closer and each step getting faster.The tall man came to her in a blink of an eye, covering all the scenery in front of her eyes.

Caged in the twilight, Yijun stretched out his hand to hook his big palm, and walked back with him, chattering.

(End of this chapter)