Empress True Colors

Her voice was harsh, and the second dog on the first floor was quarreling, protruding and yelling: "I was born to be a beauty, and I will die to be a beautiful boy. I still want to bra, you are such an idiot!"

"Sing your crooked poems again, and send the cat to be your companion!" After scolding Er Gouzi, Jing Hengbo lay on the ground and waved his hand vigorously, "Negative points are smashed!"

"Bang." A flowerpot on the second floor fell to the ground, hitting the head of Yeluqi who had fled away...

"Ouch!" With a scream, the gloriously injured Yeluqi had another hole in his head...

Jing Hengbo had to avenge himself, he smiled, lowered his head and said to Gong Yin, "Hey, get up!"

It's not that she doesn't want to wake up, nor is it that she doesn't want to punish Gong Yin with love anymore, it's mainly because she stomped on that foot so much that half of her soul is about to fly away, and she has exhausted her last bit of vitality by moving things in the air, and now she has no strength.

Originally, she thought that Gong Yin would push her away as quickly as possible in the shortest time, but the strange thing is that he hasn't moved yet.

His eyes were slightly closed, and he looked like he was going to sleep.

Hey, is there such a bargain?

Can I take advantage of this for you?

I'm taking advantage of you like this, so naturally my sister will...take it back.

If you can't beat it, just pinch it.

Jing Hengbo lowered his head to admire Gong Yin, hey, this is the first time he admired the Great God Gong so closely, and after a close look, he realized that this guy's skin is so good that he can't even see his pores. Is it necessary for a man to have such good skin?

Lie on him and sniff his breath. It smells good, but it's hard to describe. It's not like the scent caused by fumigation of plants and trees the day after tomorrow, but it's like the natural fragrance of human skin. It's a little cool, a little ethereal, a little mysterious, and it makes people feel comfortable , seems to be wrapped in the seawater with snow in the polar region, and the pearl that breeds the essence of heaven and earth brushes against the cheek.

Stretch out your finger again, poke his chest hard, destroy my BRA, and be caught by my bones. I scratch, I scratch, I scratch.

Through the clothes, you can still feel the elasticity and strength of his texture. Although he is thin, he is not a weak man. The standard "dresses to look thin, undresses to have flesh, sees clearly from a distance, and enjoys it with hands." Type...

Jing Hengbo was grinning coquettishly as the wolf's claws scratched, suddenly Gong Yin's whole body shook, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Pfft." The purple blood was falling on her chest, the bra that had a hole in it...

Jing Hengbo couldn't respond anymore.

She raised her finger in a daze—had she crossed Goldfinger? Accidentally tapped on his Ren Du's second channel just now?

When he lowered his head and saw the only BRA who was being tortured again, he let out another scream.

"Gong Yin! Do you have any enmity with my BRA!"

…

Gong Yin's answer to her was "Shua."

The glamorous and unparalleled Jing Meiren finally got her wish and went back to the bed to hang up.

Gong Yin stood up and glanced at her. Just now he held his breath after being injured, and Jing Hengbo poked wildly. It was indeed a coincidence that he released his sea of ​​breath.

Of course he wouldn't thank her.

The pearl on the neckline was a little crooked, he stretched out his hands to adjust it, and when he looked down, he found that the entire front of the chest was wrinkled, as if it had been rubbed vigorously by someone, he frowned slightly—what did she do just now?

Looking at the expression on her face, he decided not to ask any more. Such a wretched thing will do no good.

She was lying on the bed with her legs crossed, her curves could not be increased or decreased, and she was born with a graceful and good figure. Although she grabbed the sheet to cover her upper body, she could vaguely see a deep red color, which was vaguely familiar.

What it is? After a glimpse, she felt that the obscene clothes were more delicate than the obscene clothes. She cherished them so much, so it was probably some kind of coquettish thing. What was she yelling just now? "Don't give up?" It's obviously "not to give up", okay?

As soon as his eyes fell on his heart, he suddenly felt that his palm was hot, as if the warm and soft touch had returned a moment ago, and his heart felt like a jump. Quickly change the subject.

"Who was it just now?"

"Assassin." Jing Hengbo smiled and winked, "If I hadn't pounced on you to protect you, you would have been trampled to death already. Don't you thank me for protecting you? Would you like to promise me your body?"

"Yes." Gong Yin stood up, and said calmly to Jing Hengbo who suddenly opened his mouth, "I will allow you to agree with me if you fulfill a few requirements. You are not allowed to wear pants under the skirt, and you are not allowed to wear high shoes. Don't wear transparent socks, don't wear tight clothes, don't paint, don't look in the mirror, don't show any skin except your hands, don't do any weird movements, don't talk to strangers, don't talk to me...I don't want to say So many, if you really want to marry me, I will ask the government officials to recite the relevant manuals for you later. Before you memorize and do it, you are not allowed to propose to me casually, otherwise I will ruin your weirdness once I listen to it Toy."

"You go..." Before Jing Hengbo had time to curse out the word "death", Gong Yin looked back at the door Shi Shiran again.

"Also, don't wink casually."

Jing Hengbo immediately cast a wink, "Hee hee, can't you take it anymore?"

Gong Yin's eyes flicked across Jing Hengbo's face as if looking at wood, "When you wink, the left eye moves up half an inch, the right eye moves down half an inch, and the facial texture moves seven pieces, causing the corners of the mouth to crooked. I'm worried that you will have a stroke in an instant."

"…Go to hell!"

…

"No high heels, no stockings, no tight clothes, no make-up, no looking in the mirror, no casual proposal to him... Ah bah! Who does he think he is? Even posting it to my sister thinks he's too boring!" Jing Hengbo vigorously rubbed the bra in the basin , Adding more saponins while muttering and cursing.

Jingyun helped her from the side, saying: "Hand gently, carefully wash the clothes torn."

Jing Hengbo took out the dripping precious underwear from the sink, looked at it for a while, and threw it back into the sink in frustration, "Damn it, it can't be washed off at all!"

On Diana's bra, which was trimmed with dark red and black lace and studded with gold beads, it was nothing more than a small hole on one side, but the key was in the middle of the bra.

"Gong Yin!" She raised her head and shouted towards the second floor, "Get down and wash my bra!"

Naturally, no one paid attention to her.

Jingyun leaned over her head, took a closer look at the trace, and said: "This shape is pretty, like a hibiscus flower, or I will embroider a flower for you with this trace later."

Jing Hengbo's eyes lit up, and he found it feasible after a closer look, but it was a bit weird to think that this was the bloodstain left by Gong Yin, but who told her that she only had this set of modern underwear left, and each piece was extremely precious. .

She can't stand the baggy belted bellybands that Jingyun and the others use, they will sag!

"Then I'll leave it to you." She smiled and stuffed the wet bra to Jingyun.

Jingyun took it, her eyes fell on the mark, she seemed to want to ask something, but she pursed her lips and stopped talking.

Sister Cui came over from the corner, stopped when she saw the two of them, and called from a distance: "Clean up, we're leaving."

Jing Hengbo glanced at her, then lazily got up to pack his things.

Gong Yin changed the ox carts in the city, and added two more carriages, Jing Hengbo and the little girl Yongxue took one, and Sister Cui and Jingyun took one. Jing Hengbo didn't sleep well last night, and fell asleep as soon as he got in the car.

In the car, Jingyun used her medicine stove to slowly dry Jing Hengbo's bra, took out the needle and thread, and embroidered it stitch by stitch.

She embroidered very carefully, as if she was facing her beloved, and her fingers caressed the light red trace from time to time.

Sometimes when she was tired, she would raise her head, press the tip of the needle between her dark hair, and her eyes would fall on the first Gong Yin's car in front of her, intentionally or unintentionally.

The eyes are quiet but powerful, as if they are pulling cotton threads that are constantly stretching.

…

Traveling northward all the way, gradually walking into a vast and sparsely populated area, getting closer and closer to the Great Wilderness.

The group of people looked different. Gong Yin is always lofty and calm, the guards are excited to go home, Sister Cui Yongxue is at a loss about her future fate, Jingyun has always been sick, unable to see happiness or anger.

Jing Hengbo was a little irritable.

Her irritability was reflected in the movements of constantly lifting the curtain of the carriage. There was clearly a gray mountain in front of her. She looked at it seven times in the morning.

Her eyes flicked over the guards again and again—constantly encountering the enemy, constantly retreating, and now most of the team was injured, and everyone looked tired, reminiscent of the word "end of life".

Now if someone rushes with all their strength, maybe this team that has been barely maintaining it will be penetrated instantly like Lu Jin.

Towards dusk, the sky darkened quickly, Jing Hengbo saw Gong Yin stepping out of the carriage, his clothes were blown by the unobstructed wind in the wilderness, and his black hair was covered with a pair of jet-black eyes.

Jing Hengbo glanced at his neckline, the weather was already a little hot, but his neckline was still tight, with pale golden pearls flowing in the sunset.

Gong Yin looked at the rainy sky and gestured to the team.

The guards were well-trained to form a circle around the carriage and another circle outside.

Storms in the wilderness often come quickly, because there is no shelter on all sides and they are particularly violent. If such an environment encounters an ambush again, it will be even worse.

Fortunately, it was open on all sides, and anyone who came could see it at a glance, and ambushes and assassinations were unlikely.

Jing Hengbo's carriage was surrounded in the middle, in the name of being protected from wind and rain, after all, it was the most tightly guarded.

The wind was getting stronger, and the long grass on all sides was torn apart and flying. Under the dark clouds, a large piece of dark yellow withered grass and various mud and dust debris floated and whistled.

Jing Hengbo's breathing was a little short, and his eyes were burning.