Wu really didn't expect that Yan Liang would be so unscrupulous. Her daughter was so close, yet Yan Liang dared to touch her.
Her heart was beating wildly, and her dizziness was overwhelming. Wu's heart suddenly rose to her throat, and she was busy twisting her body, trying to dodge.
Yan Liang, however, had a desire to play and tease, so he moved his tiger palms wildly, and his fingers were careless, but he would not let go.
Wu's heart almost jumped out of her chest, and her face turned pale with embarrassment, but she didn't dare to struggle too much, lest she disturb her daughter.
She really couldn't imagine how embarrassing it would be for Shang Xiang to see this scene. At that time, she would be ashamed to death.
Today, after all, is different from the past.
After all, Sun Quan was not Wu's biological child, and he was drunk and in a drunken state that day. However, today's Wu is no longer as careless about his dignity as he was back then.
Seeing Wu's embarrassed look, Yan Liangliang felt even more relieved.
After several insults, Sun Shangxiang, who had made arrangements for the subordinates, turned around.
Yan Liang reacted quickly and took advantage of the situation to retract his hand, remaining calm and indifferent.
But Wu's face was flushed, her breathing was rapid, and there was a layer of hot sweat on her temples.
"Mother, why do you look so ugly? Are you sick?" Sun Shangxiang was surprised and asked with concern.
"No, it's okay. I've done a good job for my mother, how could I get sick?" Mrs. Wu tried her best to calm down and reluctantly said.
Sun Shangxiang touched Wu's hand and said in surprise: "Mother, why are your palms so hot and your face sweating so much? I think it's better to find a doctor quickly."
Mrs. Wu forced a smile and said, "It's okay. It's not a hot day. Mom just thinks it's a little stuffy in this room."
While saying this, Mrs. Wu also waved her silk handkerchief to pretend to be fanning.
Sun Shangxiang was a little confused.
You must know that it is late autumn now, the air is crisp and the weather is cool. In the evening, it is even a little chilly.
At this time, it is the coolest and most refreshing season in Jiangnan, but why does my mother feel hot and sweaty?
At this time, Yan Liang said: "Since Madam feels stuffy, let's go to the back garden to have a bar and cool off at the same time."
Yan Liang's words dispelled Sun Shangxiang's doubts, and she then ordered the servants to move the banquet to the stone pavilion in the backyard.
Yan Liang looked at Wu, with an evil smile in his eyes.
Wu's heart, which had finally calmed down, started to jump again. She was so shy that she didn't dare to look Yan Liang in the eye, so she hurriedly stepped forward and stood with her daughter, lest Yan Liang take the opportunity to touch her again.
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Yan Liang just did it on a whim and found it interesting. He would not deliberately embarrass Sun Shangxiang, so he restrained his tactics.
As dusk falls, the lanterns begin to light up.
In the stone pavilion in the backyard, Yan Liang drank and laughed with the mother and daughter. Outside the pavilion, the dancers danced and played with shadows, and the actors played the flute and played the harp.
During the banquet, Yan Liang and Sun Shangxiang were very happy and drank freely.
Only the Wu family was always uneasy. She only forced a smile and did not dare to drink to her heart's content.
After the shameful incident last time, Wu was afraid that she would do something embarrassing again if she lost her sense under the influence of alcohol.
However, it is not up to Wu to decide whether to drink or not.
Yan Liang was in a very good mood, and they drank one cup after another. Wu was afraid of spoiling Yan Liang's interest, so she didn't dare to disobey him.
After several rounds of drinking, Sun Shangxiang, who was the least drunk, was the first to become completely drunk, while Wu was half drunk and still barely conscious.
At this time, the moon is rising, and the scenery is beautiful.
Yan Liang stood up unsteadily and said with a smile: "The lonely monk Xiang is too drunk. I will stay with the madam tonight. Madam doesn't mind."
Wu's heart was shaken, and her face suddenly became uncomfortable.
Her daughter Sun Shangxiang wants to live here, which Mrs. Wu naturally wants, but Yan Liang also wants to stay here, which makes Mrs. Wu a little worried.
"Why, this is such a late night, does Madam want to drive away the orphan?" Yan Liang looked slightly unhappy.
Wu didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and said with a forced smile: "Da Sima, if you can stay here, it is really what I wish for."
Saying that, Mrs. Wu quickly ordered her to go down and clean up the upper room.
Yan Liang was then satisfied.
After the wine was finished, Yan Liang picked up Sun Shangxiang, who was so drunk that she was talking nonsense, and helped her to the room, while Wu was also holding her daughter on the other side.
After swaying all the way, the three of them finally entered the side room and moved into the inner room before helping Sun Shangxiang onto the bed.
Yan Liang, who smelled of alcohol and was covered in sweat at this time, lay on the couch with his head up and his head panting, with half of his legs still on the ground.
Wu originally planned to leave here, but she thought that if she let Yan Liang sleep like this for one night, if he couldn't sleep comfortably, he would wake up the next day with complaints, but what should he do?
In desperation, Wu bit her lip and had no choice but to lean down and take off Yan Liang's boots and clothes.
The Wu family, who has a high status, has always been well-dressed and well-fed. Since Sun Jian's death, others have been taking care of her. She has never lifted a finger for others.
But now, she could only act like a slave, taking off her clothes for the drunken man in front of her, and in front of her daughter.
Fortunately, my daughter was already so drunk, otherwise, if she saw such an undignified thing, her face would be lost.
Yan Liang was pretending to sleep. He was lying there on purpose, enjoying the honorable Mrs. Wu serving his former mortal enemy.
Mrs. Wu struggled to lift her heavy legs onto the bed, and took off her boots with great effort. After a few times, she was panting from exhaustion and dripping with sweat.
When she leaned over Yan Liang's chest and tried to take off his shirt, as she leaned over, the deep ravine dangled in front of Yan Liang's eyes intentionally or unintentionally.
This feeling, this scene, this person at this night, the evil thoughts in Yan Liang's head were suddenly ignited by the spring scenery.
The Adam's apple rolled like an iron bead. Yan Liang suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Wu down. The heavy and plump body pressed against his body with a soft moan.
"Da Sima, what are you doing? Let me go quickly." The startled Wu begged in a low voice.
Yan Liang, who was blazing with fire, didn't care much. He suddenly turned around, and his iron tower-like tiger body pressed Wu under him.
In an instant, a wave of shame arose, and the heavy body pressed Wu to the point of suffocation.
Wu, who was in panic and difficulty, looked at Yan Liang, whose blood was boiling, and already knew what he wanted to do. Unprecedented fear and panic suddenly spread throughout his body.
"Da Sima, please don't, Shang Xiang is still here, I can't." Wu begged for mercy urgently, but her voice was as quiet as a mosquito, fearing to wake up Sun Shangxiang.
"She's so drunk that she's unconscious. She won't wake up until tomorrow. What's there to be afraid of?"
Yan Liang didn't care, like a mad lion, his claws moved around, tearing up the prey wantonly.
Wu, whose face was red with embarrassment, struggled desperately, but her weak strength could not resist Yan Liang's tiger-like strength.
Despite several struggles, within a short period of time, they were still "treating each other with sincerity."
Wu was so ashamed that she still resisted with all her strength. But the more she resisted, the more she aroused Yan Liang's male madness.
Swords are drawn, flying dragons are in the sky, and conquests begin.
Wu's resistance failed in the blink of an eye.
The red candle burned high, illuminating Wu's face with deep frown, white teeth biting her red lips, as if she was undergoing some kind of torture.
At the first moment, Wu was still struggling a little, but after a while, she was overflowing with love and fell into confusion.
Finally, she completely gave up her resistance, put down her dignity, and accommodated herself.
However, despite the excitement in his heart, there seemed to be a breath stuck in his throat, and he wanted to vent it out loudly.
But Wu could only bite her lips tightly, not daring to reveal anything for fear of disturbing the drunk Sun Shangxiang next to her.
Wu, who was tortured internally and externally, could only rely on rapid breathing to relieve the agitation in her heart.
Playing with dragons and phoenixes, we went to Wushan together, and the sky was filled with thunder and lightning.
But Sun Shangxiang, who was very drunk, lay there and fell into a deep sleep, unaware of the violent storm blowing around him.
I don't know how long it took, but thunder suddenly sounded and spring rain poured down.
The wheezing sound of grinding and grinding, which made people think endlessly, finally gradually stopped.
Yan Liang was so happy that he turned over and lay down on the bed, exuding a masculine aura.
But Wu, who was in a state of confusion, couldn't catch her breath, and it took a long time for her to calm down.
As she gradually regained her consciousness, Wu suddenly sat up and looked anxiously towards her daughter. When she saw that Sun Shangxiang was still asleep, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Feelings of shame welled up in her heart. Wu, who had regained her consciousness, did not dare to stay any longer. She quickly and carefully got off the bed, picked up the scattered clothes and put them on, then hurriedly lowered her head and tiptoed away.
When she came out of the room, Wu had regained her composure.
"Da Sima and his wife have fallen asleep, please take good care of them here." Wu ordered calmly.
The maids on the left and right and the protective soldiers were unaware of what was going on inside.
After Wu gave the instructions, she turned around and walked to her room.
Turning around the corridor, with no one else looking at her, Wu let out a long breath, feeling as if she had collapsed, her feet softened, and she almost fell down.
"Sin, oh sin..." Wu murmured to herself, but the traces of spring lingering between her brows.
A thrilling night, what a **.
When Yan Liang woke up the next day, he was full of energy and mighty.
Sun Shangxiang, who had sobered up, had no idea what happened around him last night. He only served Yan Liang to change clothes as before.
The day of the expedition was set for today, and Yan Liang simply didn't go back home. He just put on his clothes and armor neatly here.
When Yan Liang, who was dressed in military uniform, came out of the courtyard, the troops led by Zhou Cang had already lined up here.
Yan Liang got on his horse, raised his whip and shouted: "Send all the troops from Yingtian to march out. We will cross the river to Ruxu today and follow Gu Chang to drive north to level Huainan!"
"Pinging Huainan——"
"Pinging Huainan——"
A group of tiger soldiers waved their weapons and shouted in unison.
The pride of hunting and the violent waves of killing resounded throughout Yingtian City.
With a whip raised, Yan Liang rode away like the wind, followed closely by Zhou Cang and other pro-army cavalry, and disappeared at the end of the street corner in the blink of an eye, leaving only dust in the sky. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, novels are better Update faster!)
