Since you have to hide from Princess Changle for a few days, Chen Mo will definitely not go back that day.

There are many places for pilgrims to rest in Heqingguan. Chen Mo and his family stay here for a few days, just to pay more incense money.

Chunling took the Spring Equinox and some people to clean up.

Chen Mo was drinking a small wine, and the breeze came slowly. Lin Fenger held a handkerchief and wiped his mouth. He looked up at the Nuanyang, his eyes were a little dazzling. He raised his hand to cover it. This kind of life is good, and he has no worries about food and clothing. He has someone he likes by his side, someone to serve, and a skill to hang around him.

This is life.

How great it would be if it could last.

At dusk, the breeze blew, Du Zijin tightened her dress and returned to a little sober.

It was getting late, and it was time for her to leave.

Because of the assassination of Princess Xin, although it was probably an accidental incident and He Qingguan also strengthened his vigilance, Chen Mo personally sent him to Du Zijin's safety.

The fact that the immortal was drunk and drunk into the old sword immortal is likely to be fake, but so much reputation shows how powerful its stamina is.

Du Zijin said at first that she could only drink half a cup, but when she arrived, she became excited, especially because she lost a lot of punching and drank a lot. At this moment, her cheeks on both sides were flushed.

Du Zijin didn't know what he thought before, so he didn't let the sedan chair go up the mountain. The accompanying guards also asked them to wait at the foot of the mountain, and only brought a maid to accompany him.

When he went down the mountain, Du Zijin was shaking when walking. The maid was just an ordinary person, and he couldn't help him alone. After all, drunk people were dead.

There are so many steps down the mountain, although it is not steep, if you accidentally fall and roll down, it will be quite serious behind you.

Chen Mo directly helped him: "I'll do it."

"Sir, Mr. Xie." The maid gave Chen Mo a thankful look. Du Zijin was plump and her skeleton was bigger than that of an ordinary woman. The maid had thin arms and legs, and she couldn't help it. If she threw the princess on it, she wouldn't be able to bear it.

As for the physical contact between the two...

She knew that the princess and Chen Mo had a good relationship, and he was also the savior of the little marquis, and the princess also recognized him as the fucking brother, so this contact was nothing.

"Don't... touch me, I... I'm not drunk." Du Zijin pushed Chen Mo for a moment. In order to prove that he was not drunk, he wanted to walk by himself. However, after walking a few times, he fell to one side. Fortunately, he was pulled by Chen Mo, and then he leaned directly on Chen Mo.

Du Zijin's body was as soft as boneless, and a sip of wine spewed on Chen Mo's face. It was a bit pink, crispy, delicate and erotic. Her capital was enough, and Chen Mo could see a ravine from top to bottom.

Without looking carefully, Du Zijin's maid was next to her, so Chen Mo put one hand on her waist, put a lotus arm on her shoulder, and helped her walk slowly down the mountain.

At this time, there are no one else, so there is no need to worry about being misunderstood by others.

Du Zijin didn't know if she was really drunk or something. Looking at Chi Chi's handsome face, she suddenly thought of the ambiguous posture between Princess Changle and him, and the scene of him touching Lin Juer's legs. She raised her hand and actually touched Chen Mo's face, then lowered her hands and directly hugged Chen Mo's neck:

"I can't walk anymore, Xiao Mo, please hold me down..."

His tone actually acted like a little coquettish.

Hearing this, Chen Mo almost fell down. Fortunately, his waist had been exercised, so he quickly stood firm, which scared the maid beside him.

"Sister Zijin, don't make trouble..." As he said that, Chen Mo glanced at the maid and asked her to help him help Du Zijin down.

But Du Zijin didn't let the maid touch her at all. Her head was next to Chen Mo's neck, and the breath that was squirting out was a little hot: "No, I'll ask Xiao Mo to carry me down. I can't walk anymore, I really can't walk anymore."

After saying that, she hugged Chen Mo like an octopus.

Chen Mo leaned forward slightly, but unexpectedly Du Zijin was really heavy.

He glanced at the maid and saw that the latter's face turned red. He noticed Chen Mo's gaze and hurried to dodge.

"How about you hug me, I'll help you with it." Chen Mo said to the maid.

"Ah..." The maid was confused, thinking that Chen Mo was telling the truth, and she was so anxious that she was about to burst into tears: "Mr. Chen, I... I can't hold the princess."

"That?"

"Please help me, please." The maid said hurriedly.

"When Sister Zijin woke up, she asked, "You have to explain it to me. Otherwise, I'll say it's a slap..."

"I understand."

Chen Mo took a deep breath, picked up Du Zijin a little, dragged her buttocks with both hands, and hugged her towards the downstairs.

Du Zijin was really drunk, half-squinted her eyes, and her burning breath squirted between Chen Mo's neck, penetrated deep into her robe, itchy.

In the hugging position of the two, Chen Mo dragged her buttocks again, causing somewhere to be rubbed when going down the ladder.

Not long after leaving, Chen Mo's face became a little unnatural.

He even saluted somewhere.

He turned his head and took a look, and saw that the maid did not notice, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But this is not over yet. People who are drunk are just dishonest and always like to move.

...The embroidered shoes swayed a few times in the air, causing ripples in the hem of the skirt.

Because the buttocks are held, the skirt hooks the buttocks tightly, outlining the tension curve of a mature beauty.

The body of the body made both of them hug each other a little.

A gust of evening breeze blew, Du Zijin opened her eyes in a daze, her head regained some consciousness, but overall it was still vague, especially when she noticed that she was holding Chen Mo in this way, her head exploded slightly and closed her eyes again. At this moment, she felt her buttocks were pinched and then gently rubbed...

Chen Mo's heartbeat was faster. I don't know if it was because of the drunkenness or the anger that was aroused by Du Zijin. He actually took advantage of the other party's drunkenness to pinch her buttocks, and even...

He looked down at her and saw that she had fallen asleep. He breathed a sigh of relief and stopped daring to do anything. He accelerated his pace and walked down the mountain.

After Du Zijin had not come down, the people from the princess's mansion at the foot of the mountain naturally did not dare to leave.

Soon, they saw the princess being helped down by a man and a woman.

They thought something happened to the princess, so they hurried over to check it out.

"The princess is drunk, I... and Lord Chen helped the princess down." said the maid.

"Sister Zijin drank a lot of wine. After she went back, she would make her sober soup and take good care of her."

Chen Mo explained a few words and went up the mountain.

The guards glanced at the maid, and when they saw the maid nod, two more maids helped the princess into the sedan chair.

The group left the place.

On the other side.

Chen Mo watched the group leave and breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, exclaiming his boldness.

As soon as he arrived at Meiyuan, a beautiful figure appeared in front of him.
Chapter completed!