Perhaps it was because the younger sister and Yao Ji had been living together for a long time. The occasional small actions made Zhang Ning feel that she had the shadow of Yao Ji. Indeed, Mrs. Yao was a person who could very much influence the people around her.
The Chu Palace is very quiet at night, so quiet that you can almost hear it if someone is snoring in other rooms. I don’t know what time it is. In ancient times, the way to tell the time at night like this was to listen to the vigil.
People knock the clapper to mark the clock, or look at the hourglass, otherwise they wake up suddenly and don’t know how long it will be until dawn.
The light outside is very dim, but you can see that there are street lamps; there is no noise, but you can imagine that there are actually many people living around... This is completely different from the scattered countryside in the south. Zhang Ning thought of countless nights when he was a child.
In the dark night, there were many wild graves and barren mountains around the house, and the inexplicable fear that followed was unforgettable in the depths of his consciousness. Therefore, he always yearned for urban life where people gathered together, just like in the Chu Palace in the ancient Wuchang City
, there are many people living together more or less in contact with each other.
In such a quiet moment, he and Zhang Xiaomei hugged each other, and seemed to have found some kind of comfort. Amidst the gentleness and tranquility, there was a restlessness in his heart. There was a girl who was almost eighteen years old in his arms, Zhang Ning's
His hands were placed in her clothes, stroking her body... I don't know why, but when I realized it, it had become very ambiguous.
"Huh huh..." A moan sounded next to her, lazy and gentle, just like the sound made by a young lady when she gets up in the morning and stretches her body. Zhang Xiaomei's body naturally arched upward, and there was a trace of flushing on her face.
That's because Zhang Ning just used his fingers to twist and move the tips of her breasts without any concealment.
Before, he was just touching her and didn't want to go too far, but when he kept his palm on her breast for a little longer, he instinctively wanted to go further... Probably as the philosopher said, things are a process of movement, not static.
Everything is developing, just like the ambiguity between men and women, it all starts with a look and a small hint, and then it will continue to progress; because he touched the little girl's breasts and couldn't stop.
There, let’s touch each other all night long? This process will have a standard end. If no one stops its development, going to bed will undoubtedly be the end point from the stories of ancient talented men and beauties to later generations of romantic encounters. Maybe men are not just for going to bed.
, just for the sake of things starting and ending well, you always want to have a destination, otherwise you will feel frustrated if nothing happens?
Zhang Ning turned around and glanced at the little girl's face. Scattered black hair covered Bai Shengsheng's face, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were closed, and her breathing was heavy through her jade-like nose, as if she was asleep.
She began to snore lightly. She behaved very quietly and naturally had no intention of resisting at all.
So if this process was to be terminated halfway, Zhang Ning could only take the initiative to look back. But he was not willing to look back. The restlessness in his heart was natural, very slight and delicate, without any heart-wrenching entanglements or uncontrollable desires;
It's like waking up on a winter morning and being obsessed with the warmth in bed and not wanting to get up. It's very natural, but it's not uncontrollable.
Zhang Xiaomei has a slender figure, but she feels very soft when held in her arms. There is a light fragrance on her body, which smells very good, just like a lovely flower that people can't put down, which makes people like it very much, but when viewed from a distance,
He couldn't get enough of it. He looked at Zhang Xiaomei's beautiful face, full forehead, her big eyes, her fluttering eyelashes were very beautiful even when they were closed, and the shy color on her cheeks, it was really hard to help herself.
The shape of her lips was very attractive, with a youthful smoothness that had not been stained by the world's dust. Zhang Ning wanted to kiss her, but then he remembered that he was drunk last night and hadn't washed up. He was afraid that the breath in his mouth was not good, so he held back to avoid ruining the beauty.
a feeling of.
Thinking about it, she is not a biological girl, so it seems that doing so is not a big sin; Zhang Ning always restrains himself and reflects on himself for a long time, mostly for his own reputation and political interests... If he dares not to keep her, then maybe he cares too much.
On the contrary, it is her burden.
At this time, Zhang Ning slowly moved his palm down and touched her belly button. He suddenly became nervous, as if he was stealing something, moving something that shouldn't be moved. His lower abdomen
The skin was soft and smooth as satin, and felt very good. Going down further, he suddenly touched a bone, which was the location of the pubic bone. Zhang Ning's fingers also felt the furry touch on the bone.
"Brother..." The little sister suddenly pressed his hand gently and opened her eyes. Of course, the eighteen-year-old girl was already sensible and knew that it was a serious matter for others to touch her somewhere.
His hand stopped there, neither forcing it down against her will nor retracting it. He put his mouth to her hair and whispered softly: "Brother knows that this is wrong, but he likes me too much."
Sister, please let me touch there, if you want to die..."
When he said this, he felt ashamed. He was a little too eager and shameless when it came to life or death, as if he was in a panic and said nothing. This was not his style. But in fact, there were too many distracting thoughts and too many considerations just now.
, Zhang Ning's desire has almost dissipated; or he has never shown his bestiality toward Zhang Xiaomei, and he still regards her as a sister to a large extent in his heart, even if she is very beautiful, has a good figure, and is physically weak.
I've always just wanted to get close.
The reason why he spoke like this was because a woman's biological instinct is more willing to have that kind of thing with the opposite sex who desires her. He hopes that the little girl will feel that he desires her at this time, so that he can give her the kind of love he had at the beginning.
Experience creates good memories. The love and care for her from the bottom of his heart made Zhang Ning unable to help but think about her often.
Sure enough, when Zhang Xiaomei heard this, her hand became a little loose, and she gently covered his lips with her other hand: "I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it anymore and it will hurt people a lot. Isn't it bad if I scream out?
"
"No, take off your skirt and let me kiss you." Zhang Ning deliberately said in an urgent tone, but his speech was very clear and calm.
Zhang Xiaomei's face turned crimson: "You don't kiss in so many places, but you want to kiss the ugliest places. It's too shameful for me to spread my legs like this, and it looks ugly..."
"Be good, listen to me, it'll be okay." Zhang Ning coaxed softly, while slowly pulling the waist of her skirt. As expected, Zhang Xiaomei no longer resisted, and her trust in Zhang Ning had reached a deep level.
, even four horses couldn't pull her back. She arched her waist upwards, raised her buttocks, and let the waistband of the skirt in Zhang Ning's hands easily fall to her thighs.
…
It didn't take long. The disheveled Zhang Xiaomei was leaning on Zhang Ning's arm and panting. Her body was so soft that she seemed to have no bones. A few strands of her hair were stuck to her mouth with sweat. Her face was pale and pitiful, but she seemed to have a delicate look on her face.
She felt a touch of charm. She reached out and touched Zhang Ning's mouth curiously, and finally closed her eyes again and said, "I'm so tired... I'm going to sleep."
Zhang Ning hurriedly shook her shoulders: "Now you have to go back to your room to sleep. You can't sleep in my bed until dawn."
"I don't have any strength at all, so you carry me back." She said lazily, "Maybe I should just lie on the bed all night. I really can't move. Why is my brother's tongue... shameful? Let's forget it.
"
Zhang Ning said: "I'm not wet yet, but look, you've torn the sheets, and a big piece is still wet. The girl who will make the bed tomorrow morning will definitely suspect that I wet the bed." "Oh, don't say that!" Zhang Xiaomei said coquettishly.
She paused and buried her head in his arms and whispered: "It turns out that being with my brother can still be like this..."
Zhang Ning coaxed her for a few more words, and finally convinced her to put on her clothes casually. It was still dark and there was no need to comb her hair. Then he got up, turned on the lamp, and sent her back from the corridor.
The lights in the room she lived in were still on, and the door was ajar. It was probably that the girl was waiting for Zhang Xiaomei to go back. But there was no sound at all inside now, and everyone was probably asleep. Zhang Ning raised his chin and said, "Go in."
, you can stay in bed tomorrow morning if you have nothing to do."
Zhang Xiaomei had just moved a few steps when she suddenly turned around, threw herself into his arms and said coquettishly: "You come to my room to spend the night." She didn't hear Zhang Ning's answer, and she knew that this was impossible, so she said a little disappointed,
"I really don't want to leave my brother for a moment."
After a while, he asked her to go back to her room.
Early the next morning, Zhang Ning got up early, took a shower and changed clothes. He put on a yellow robe and a Wusha futou. After dressing up, he went to have breakfast, preparing to pay a visit to Emperor Jianwen today.
He couldn't be too obsessed with the beauty in the palace. He felt that after returning from a victorious battle, he should go and report to the emperor in person, so as to stabilize Emperor Jianwen and his people a little... When Queen Ma arrived in Wuchang City, Yao Ji would meet
Wouldn't you show her a bloody head? Zhang Ning felt that she would calm down after a while. The political wisdom Yao Ji had always shown was trustworthy enough, and she could definitely figure out the link.
Maybe we can find another opportunity to persuade her.
Zhang Ning's mind was constantly thinking about many things. His state during the day was completely different from that at night. In broad daylight, he felt that he was stronger again, in good spirits, and no one could easily touch him. The injuries on his legs have gradually healed recently.
Okay, it's okay to walk slower.
But in the morning, I met Zhang Xiaomei, who also got up early in the dining room. She was really a girl who didn't hide her thoughts easily. Her face was red, and she would glance at her affectionately from time to time, and everything was written on her face. Zhang Ning was a little worried.
To make people realize it, some people may have already noticed it. Yao Ji's half-smiling expression seems to be saying: I know everything.
He couldn't care about it for the moment, so he had to pretend not to know. He thought to himself: It makes sense for my little sister to cling to me. I didn't save her last time. Everyone knows that we brother and sister have a good relationship.