Years old.

It sticks deeper over time.

Su Huayi sat down for only half an hour and couldn't help but feel connected with Zhao Wujiang.

Her delicate body collapsed on Zhao Wujiang, and she kept humming and moaning, but she refused to beg for mercy. She felt a little aggrieved and blamed Zhao Wujiang, "You can't say such a big thing earlier?"

If you talk on paper, you will always feel shallow, and you must practice it yourself to know it.

Li Chanxi was frightened and afraid and couldn't help but look forward to it. Seeing the sister in the painting clothes being constantly exploited by Brother Wujiang, causing her ups and downs and her voice was constantly coming.

She wanted to try it herself, what was going on?

So with a muffled "pop" sound, Su Huayi abdicated and gave up the throne to Sister Chanxi.

Unexpectedly, Sister Chanxi had not even sat firmly, so she groaned softly and wanted to escape, but Zhao Wujiang captured Hao's wrist and shouted horns one after another.

Li Chanxi has experienced many people and his delicate body is as delicate as his mind. It is said that cicadas chirp in summer, but today there is snow in winter, but you can still see cicadas chirp in the next day.

Soon, the girl Li Chanxi's eyes were blurred and limp. Fortunately, the jk skirt covered the battlefield and saved her some face.

In life, how many people can withstand three long and two shortcomings? What's more, Zhao Wujiang's three long and non-sights.

Gu Nanyuan was ready to go after resting and the three sisters were going to take turns to take Zhao Wujiang today.

Zhao Wujiang never refuses anyone. No matter if you have a beautiful flower or three golden flowers, he will pick it with one sword and make the three flowers the most!

There are no fireworks on New Year's Eve in Daxia, but you can hear the sound of fireworks in Xingqing Courtyard, and you can hear the sound of fireworks, slamming in the wind and snow.

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Imperial City Hall of Peace and Sleeping Palace.

At the end of Hai, it is about to be Zi.

Xuanyuan Jing and others returned to Zhao Wujiang.

She knew that today's New Year's Eve, Zhao Wujiang must have something to deal with, such as the matter of Wuya Pavilion.

She also knew that Zhao Wujiang must have a beautiful woman outside, maybe one, maybe in groups of three or five.

After all, with Zhao Wujiang's handsomeness, gentleness and beauty, and a beautiful god, Xuanyuan Jing himself would not believe that there was no woman outside the imperial city who liked him.

But Xuanyuan Jing knew that as she lived together day and night, her position in Zhao Wujiang's heart was like the position in Zhao Wujiang in her heart, and it was a treasure buried in her heart.

She also has confidence that no matter how much Zhao Wujiang's beauty is, she, Xuanyuan Jing, must at least be behind the beauty, and add a confidant, who is Zhao Wujiang's true confidant.

There is a tacit understanding between the two of them who spend time with each other day. Sometimes, without having to speak, you will know what the other person wants to say and do.

Moreover, Xuanyuan Jing is the emperor of Daxia, the first person in Daxia, and naturally Zhao Wujiang will be the first person.

As she thought so, she hugged Zhao Wujiang tightly.

She suddenly became a little angry and began to shake Zhao Wujiang who was sleeping hard.

Zhao Wujiang opened his sleepy eyes, confused and gentle:

"What's wrong?"

Sure enough, Wujiang was still not sleeping... Xuanyuan Jing thought that she was holding her eyebrows and angry, and she couldn't see clearly in the dark night, and said in a deep voice:

"Zhao Wujiang, what position do I have in your heart?"

Zhao Wujiang hugged Xuanyuan Jing, pressed the corner of the quilt for her, and said seriously:

"The mountains and rivers are vast, and the galaxies on earth are all you, and you are all you."

The empress's heart trembled, her eyes were full of softness. She received a satisfactory reply and said softly, both reserved and a little shy, as if she was happy and angry:

"I'm so sweet-mouthed, I just don't know what I said to a few girls..."

"That's too much." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, and did not deny it. He was both cynical and extremely sincere. Whether he was a scumbag or a fool, he gently held the empress's pretty face and said softly:

"But you are my life. From the moment I come to this world, I see you in the vast sea of ​​people, and I will see you in the spring breeze, and it will enter my heart three points."

When the empress heard this, her heart trembled again, her eyes were burning, and her eyes were swaying in the autumn water, and her feelings grew, like a little girl:

"How deep are the three points?"

Zhao Wujiang is serious:

"Can you stuff one-sixth of me...Oh, what are you doing?"

He was pinched hard by the empress, and the empress glared at him, charming, angry and ashamed.

She asked how deep it was, and he said he was very long, what was this called a matter?
Chapter completed!