Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight - Chapter 182

Li Zhongqian rolled his eyes: still a monk!

He was uncomfortable, and suddenly pointed to a black lacquered box, with a fierce tone: “Why give this to Mingyue Slave?”

Tamaraga was about to go out. Hearing the words, he was taken aback, glanced at the black chess box, and replied: “I once asked the princess to go to the warehouse to choose what she likes at will. The princess only picked a luminous biscuit.”

Yaoying likes to collect luminous biscuit. Every time the caravan comes back from Tianzhu, Fulin and other places, she will ask Hu Shang if she has bought a good luminous biscuit.

Li Zhongqian snorted coldly and waved impatiently.

When Tan Moroga went out, he stood up, walked to the box, picked up a luminous bi, with a complex expression on his face.

Ye Guangbi is also called Mingyuezhu, and he gave this Yeguangbi to Yaoying.

Yaoying was very precious and kept with her. Later, she went to the Yelu Department with her kiss and fell into the hands of Haidu Aling. Everything on her body was gone. Only this luminous bi was left. In order to escape the camp, she Give Ye Guangbi to a Hu girl.

After Li Zhongqian and Yaoying were reunited, Yaoying mentioned Ye Guangbi several times. She wanted to get Ye Guangbi back. He comforted her. There was only one bead, and then it was gone.

Unexpectedly, after going around, this luminous bi was actually in the hands of Tamaraga. He knew that Yaoying liked luminous bi, so he gave it to her.

Finished Bi returned to Zhao.

Perhaps this is fate.

…

The felt curtain was lifted, the night wind blew into the tent, and the candle light shook.

Li Zhongqian took the luminous bi and turned his head.

A smiling face came in and looked at him, his thick eyelashes flickered: “Brother.”

More than ten years ago, he returned to Wei County from Jingnan. She was so small, delicate and soft, wearing a tufted cardigan skirt, with a small bun on her head, like a little dumpling, unable to walk. He propped his hand on the threshold and leaned on the door, raising his face and calling him: “Brother.”

He picked her up, and she wrapped her around his neck, brushing the snowflakes from his sideburns with her soft fingers.

“Brother is cold.”

At that time, he had just finished taking care of the funeral of his uncle’s family, and returned home in a humble manner, really cold.

But he is the elder brother, and he must take good care of his sister, no matter how cold she is, she must not be allowed to freeze.

Li Zhongqian sneered for a while, and sneered: “Thamma Raja just left…you just miss him so much? Are you afraid that I will bully him?”

Yaoying hurriedly put away her smile, raised the curtain and quickly entered the account, took his arm, and said with a serious face: “I am not thinking of him, I am thinking of brother, I am afraid that he can’t speak and make him angry.”

Knowing that she was coaxing herself, Li Zhongqian still felt ironing in her heart, and snorted, thinking of Tamaraga’s body, frowned slightly, her mouth opened, and his eyes fell on Yaoying’s face.

Yaoying was looking curiously at the treasure box gift box in the account.

He swallowed the words rolling to his throat.

She and Tam Moroga have gone through so much to come to today, let alone the thing that made her sad.

…

Yaoying coaxed Li Zhongqian and went to find Tamaraga.

It was late at night and the candlelight was dim. Tamara Gha was sitting cross-legged on the velvet blanket with her back to the felt curtain, her clothes half faded, the leather belt inlaid with a short knife was taken off and put aside, mottled scars on her back, I heard Outside the camp, Yuan felt the voice of talking with Yaoying, pulling up the open skirt.

Yaoying turned the screen, smelled the smell of medicine, walked to him and sat down, washed her hands, her face solemn: “Luo Jia, let me see your injury.”

He did everything in an orderly manner, and everything must be arranged in advance. Today, within a day, he will return to the vulgarity, issue an edict, meet with Li Zhongqian, and think of everything in one go, except that he has not taken his own body into consideration, so he has only come now. Applicator.

Tamara Gha shook his head: “It’s just a minor injury, it’s not a major problem.”

Yaoying stared at him closely, her brows frowned, her eyes solemn and solemn: “It’s okay, I want to see too.”

The tone was severe.

Tamara Gaya remained motionless.

Without saying a word, Yaoying raised her hand to open the placket of the shooting suit on his body, and folded the outer robe and jersey to his waist, staying on the blood-stained shirt for a while, biting her lip, and both hands. Shaking lightly, tearing open the shirt carefully.

Tamara Gha sat naked in the dim candlelight, with sweat on his tightly lined back, glowing with honey-colored light, from shoulders to waist, bruises, large bruises and swellings, illuminated by the candlelight, The marks left by the staff were staggered horizontally and vertically, clearly visible, and there were several old wounds that had not healed, and the bruises turned purple in blue, which looked shocking.

Yaoying felt pain in her heart, gritted her teeth, dipped her fingers in ointment, and rubbed them on the wound, “It’s all like this, you said it’s okay…”

She was sitting beside him, her breath was spilled on his bare shoulders when she spoke, her silky fingertips stroked his back and gently rubbed.

“Roga, does it hurt?”

She asked behind his ear, her voice full of pity and distress.

There was a fire in the air, and it suddenly became hot and lingering.

Tamara Gya lowered his eyes, fine beads of sweat leaked out of his body, his shoulder and back muscles tightened, and his arm brachial muscles trembled slightly.

“Better.”

He said softly, stopped for a moment, looked at Yaoying’s fluttering eyelashes, and added: “Mingyue Slave helped me apply the medicine, I feel better.”

Really, he feels better.

The movements on Yaoying’s hands became softer, she helped him apply the medicine, and took a look at him.

His face is densely covered with sweat, sweat soaks his eyebrows, his facial features are sharper than usual, and his aura is a little sharper. His deep blue eyes are like a pool of still water, looking at her steadily, falling on her face. There was a mild oppression in his gaze, as if he could see her whole person through.

“Princess, I just went to propose marriage to your brother.”

He is authentic every word.

Yaoying was stunned.

The undercurrent surging in Tamaraga’s eyes, the strength that converged in the cold was exuding, and he sat upright, a bead of sweat rolled from his naked back into his waist, drawing a neat line, “I want to marry a princess,” Stay together with the princess. I don’t know how long I can live, and I don’t know how to be a lover in the world. Will the princess marry me like this?”

Yaoying raised her eyes and stared at him for a long time, her eyes gradually reddening.

She didn’t care about these statuses, and didn’t care if he could step into the world.

He cares, he doesn’t know how long he can live, so he rushes to settle everything so that she doesn’t have to be embarrassed.

Yaoying’s heart was ups and downs, she lowered her head, leaned her face on Tamara Gha’s shoulder, and nudged it reluctantly.

Tamara Gha waited for a while, stretched her arms, raised Yaoying’s chin with her fingers, her voice hoarse: “Mingyue Slave, would you marry me like this?”

These days he looks calm and calm, strategizing, as if everything is in his mind. In fact, he is not as calm as he seems on the surface. He is afraid that it will be too late, and he is afraid that nothing will be given to her in this life. He once felt that his life was just a moment, and he didn’t need to care about life and death. Only now did he understand why sentient beings are obsessed with life.

Yaoying stared at him, her eyes met, tears flashed in her eyes, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and she hummed softly.

This sound is like the celestial sound flying in the paradise of bliss, like the chirping of Jialing Pinjia bird and Ya, the sky is shining, and the trees are in full bloom.

His lotus flower opened for him.

This ray of moonlight was held into his palm by him.

Tamara Gha stared at Yaoying’s bright eyes like autumn water, slowly pulling her closer, pressing her neck with her hand, hugging her into her arms, and a cool kiss fell on the top of her hair.

Yaoying was distressed and sour again, her heart was full of tenderness, she raised her hand to hug his waist, her fingers accidentally rubbed his naked back, and she trembled slightly in her embrace.

“Have you hit a wound?”

Yaoying quickly got out of Tamaraga’s arms and looked down at the wound on his back.

“nothing.”

Tamara Gha shook her head, fingers greedily lingering between her thick hair.

Suddenly, an electric current rushed straight up from his back, and his blood boiled and burned. He froze completely, his fingers stiffened, and his blood veins diverged.

There was a soft touch on her naked back. Yaoying lowered her head, pulled her fingers away from the shooting suit, and gently hugged the intact place of his waist. The soft lips were printed on the protruding shoulder blades on his back, avoiding the painting. The wound of medicine, from top to bottom, kissed gently.

“Will this be better?”

She asked while kissing, her tone almost whispering.

The kiss on the back was tender and tender.

Tamara Gha remained motionless, and the heat that had just been suppressed rose again, spreading from the place Yaoying had kissed, shuddering lightly wherever she went, an uncontrollable hotness quickly wandered through her body, her pale face suddenly A hot flush was rising, and his eyes were deep.

Yaoying didn’t notice his strangeness, so she pecked and kissed his back affectionately.

“I don’t care about you this time… Luo Jia, you promise me that you will listen to me from now on. If you get hurt, you will have to apply the medicine immediately… Don’t let you take yourself so lightly.”

Tamara Gya closed her eyes for a moment, tried her best to endure, turned her face to her side, not looking at Yaoying, her throat rolled, and the sweat slowly slid along the lines of the texture.

Yaoying raised her head, kissed his shoulder, tightened her arms, and hugged his thin waist.

“From now on you are my person, you have to listen to me.”

She smiled brilliantly, and said with a delicate tone.

Tamara Gha turned her head and looked at Yaoying’s lips curled up when she was talking. They were fresh and shiny, delicate and dripping. When they opened slightly, the breath was soft and sweet, softer and smoother than Daigo.

Snuggling against him is like a ball of fragrant jade, a handful of fine snow, light and soft, it seems that as long as he holds it lightly, she will fall in his arms and let him do anything.

The evil thoughts that had lingered in Tamaraga’s heart violently rushed out, and the fire burned, growing and swelling, rushing and roaring in every blood vessel, eagerly wanting to gush out, waves of heat in the body rushed violently. , Bite, urgently need to be relieved.

The green veins on his neck stretched.

Yaoying was next to him, feeling the aura all over him, and wondering: “Luo Jia…”

…

Across her clothes, Tamara Gha can still feel her soft, soft, and fragrant. The placket fades away bit by bit, revealing a creamy white, and the skin is against his sweaty chest, the fragrance is healed. The hair is full-bodied, tempting to taste.

He couldn’t help but hug her tighter, close to each other, wishing to rub her into his own flesh and blood.

Yaoying was caught off guard, sobbed, and blended with his lips and teeth, her body was tightly imprisoned by his hot arms, her hands and feet weak, almost soft into a stream of spring water.

………

………

………

Tamara Gha tried her best to forbear, her breath was short, her fingers tightly gripped the blanket next to her, suddenly closed her eyes, turned over from her, grabbed the quilt on the next couch, and covered Yaoying. Wrap it tightly from neck to toe, like a zongzi, then sit cross-legged on the fleece blanket, close your eyes, and recite the scriptures.

Yaoying was stunned, wrapped in a quilt, unable to move, unable to recover for a long time.

He was begging for a kiss just now, why did he recite the scriptures again?

Does he regret it and don’t want to break the precept?

Yaoying was stunned for a while, twisting in the quilt, struggling to sit up, and rubbing against Tamaraga like a silkworm chrysalis, her long hair was loose, her cheeks were reddish, and her charming peach eyes glared. round.

“you……”

Just said a word and fell into a hot embrace, Tamara Gha extended her arms, and was hugged by the thick brocade.

“I’m sorry, princess, I just couldn’t help it.”

He held her, his eyes closed, his eyelashes trembling violently, his face was sweaty, he adjusted his posture while speaking, and his movements were stiff.

Yaoying was startled, and then she felt hot in that place, her eyes widened in surprise.

She knew he was a man and knew what he thought of him, but it was only now and now that she really felt his desire for the first time.

He’s all like this… Yaoying’s heart trembled, she didn’t know where to put her eyes, pursed her lips for a while, and blew on Tamaraga’s face, and whispered: “Roga, you don’t have to restrain… I promised to marry Give you.”

Tamara Gha trembled, her arms stretched into a bow, full of strength.

“Princess, we are not married yet…”

He shook his head and said softly, his voice dull.

Yaoying stayed for a while, chuckled, and twisted in his arms: “That time, I came to the holy city from Gaochang to find you. Isn’t it a marriage? Then why did you kiss me?”

She was weak and boneless, and she rubbed against Tamaragara while twisting, his breath became more and more disordered, and the weight of her arm was added to prevent her from moving.

“Mingyue slave, don’t move…”

He opened his eyes, his eyes were deep, sweat dripped down his forehead, his expression enduring the pain, “I…I can’t control it now, it will hurt you.”

As he spoke, his whole body seemed to be surging with murderous intent, and his muscles swelled.

Just now, he almost couldn’t restrain himself and blasphemed her here. He took too many pills when he was dying, his true energy overflowed, and he almost lost his mind. After waking up, he almost lost his sanity, and at the same time lost all his consciousness. General Saner was exactly the same before his death, and they had never seen him like that before.

During those days, no one dared to get too close to him.

He didn’t recover his sanity until the moment he saw Yaoying.

He was afraid that he would hurt her.

Yaoying didn’t dare to move.

Tamaragarh hugged her, closed his eyes, and continued to recite the scriptures silently.

After a long time, his body is still stiff.

Yaoying listened to his heartbeat, looked at his naked chest, without sleep, her eyes rolled around, she accidentally caught a glimpse, her face was hot, she quickly moved her eyes away.

He doesn’t have to recite the scriptures all night, right?

“Roga, isn’t it uncomfortable?”

Yaoying stretched out her hands from the quilt, hooked Tamaraga’s neck, moved her lips together, and whispered in his ear: “I know there is a way to make you feel better…”

He has studied since he was a child and may not understand men and women.

She hadn’t experienced it either, but Princess Manda did teach her a lot… She didn’t want to learn but remembered it.

The candlelight was dim, and Tamaraga’s pale face was heated at a speed visible to the naked eye, the roots of his ears were also dyed red, and his breath was slightly chaotic.

Yaoying took the opportunity to break free from his confinement, pulled away the quilt that was entangled in her, knelt down in front of him, smiled and pulled him down, kissed him on the cheek, with her forehead against him, and him With entanglement of breath, his right hand stroked his thick, tight eyebrows, high nose bridge, tight lips, naked chest covered with sweat, enduring tension and fear, and slowly descended.

Tamara Gha shuddered suddenly, and his muscles trembled.

Yaoying was so courageous, she was flushed now, closed her eyes, and buried her face on his shoulders.

Tamara Gha hugged her tightly.

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※

The part of the ellipsis is not connected because it has been deleted, because the content of this chapter has been deleted, so the first few paragraphs are repeated a little bit

………………………………………………………………………………

Recommend a friend Jiangnan Mei E’s ancient wear: “Jin Yizheng Rong”, female Jin Yiwei and deaf male protagonist

Copywriting:

When Helan met Wang Zhuoying at the beginning, he opened a silkworm house in the courtyard when he returned.

Later Wang Zhuoying found out and asked him why?

He wrote on the paper: All my life, I have been making wedding clothes for others. Only this time, I was willing to jump for joy and wanted to make a wedding gown by myself. One mulberry and one leaf, one silkworm and one cocoon, one silk and one silk.

hint:

1. The protagonist of this article is really deaf and mute, the kind that can never be cured, so please be careful.

2. Strategy, sweet and abuse, be cautious in fear of abuse.

It’s HE~