Willing To Be a Minister For the Princess Dress - Chapter 44

When he woke up, Chen Fu stretched his waist, and his joints were crackling.

She pulled her clothes and smelled it. There was no sweat. It was newly changed. The sheets on the straw were also different from yesterday’s.

To be honest, the ups and downs of what happened yesterday are still a bit daunting.

After all, she slept in a dazed manner, and almost the whole process was completed under Zhao Qin’s guidance.

The jailer who delivered the breakfast hadn’t come yet, and he fell lazily on the straw, not wanting to move.

She now has a deep understanding of a poem-death under a peony flower, and a good ghost.

Although she will not be exhausted, but she is also weak and weak.

She has always been aware of Zhao Qin’s possessiveness, but never once, like yesterday, she rushed to squeeze her out… She touched, kissed, and possessed over and over again, more intense than ever, time after time. Wilder than once, but Zhao Qin always sent her a request for more signals, as if she would never be satisfied.

In the end, Shenfu felt that the body of the person in her arms was shaking uncontrollably, so she cruelly fainted Zhao Qin directly, otherwise she suspected that Zhao Qin might have to faint directly.

I was happily alive at that time, every nerve was cheering, I didn’t feel how tired I was. I woke up after a night of sleep, and then I had a deep understanding of the craziness of last night. Ups and downs are not indulgent people, but also brought by Zhao Qin last night. Some food knows the taste…

She closed her eyes, panted quickly, and breathed hot, as if still lingering in her ears.

The fingers moved unconsciously until they touched the rough stalks before pulling her out of the dream.

Ups and downs curled the corners of his lips helplessly, not knowing how the senior sister’s body is now…

She was so uncomfortable, Zhao Qin would only be more uncomfortable.

After all, she is the one who asks for more, and the one who bears more is also her.

The joy of ups and downs mainly comes from the blooming of the senior sister in her own hands.

She deliberately took a look at Zhao Qin’s current situation, but she did not dare to leave this prison without permission.

It’s not that this dungeon is really amazing. With this iron fence and a lock, you can pry it open with your bare hands when you are thirteen or fourteen years old, let alone now… She stays here honestly. , It’s all because the senior sister wants her to do this.

Shenfu has never been a conformist.

Visiting brothels, breaking into houses at night, sneaking into Yamen’s prisons to find people…

She basically did all the things that should or shouldn’t be done.

Except for not killing or arson, and not bullying the weak, she has nothing to do with honesty.

Not a person who will obey others.

Only in front of Zhao Qin, she would be particularly obedient.

Not because she was afraid of Zhao Qin, but because she had seen the appearance of the senior sister breaking down when she was disobedient.

That was probably what happened when Shen and Fu was thirteen years old.

Before the age of thirteen, Shenfu was here in Zhao Qin. He had never suffered a heavy word, had never been beaten once, no matter how much disaster he caused, how bad things he did, or how many people he offended, Zhao Qin always gave it his best. She walked down, people in the view of immortals, old mentality of Buddhism, little jealous of Zhao Qin’s identity, basically everyone indulged Shenfu, an orphan without a father and mother, and relied on Zhao Qin’s identity.

Until the ups and downs really caused a catastrophe.

After twelve years old, Shen and Fu did not always stay with Zhao Qin.

The first emperor, whose body was decayed, remembered his daughter on the Shenxian Mountain at some point, risking the world’s ill-gottenness and handing the Xiuchun Dao into her hands. At that time, Zhao Qin wanted to clarify the relationship between the court and the church while taking over. Xiuchundao’s huge affairs are so busy that the two masters and sisters often don’t see one side all day—

When Zhao Qin went out, Shenfu was still asleep, and when she came back, Shenfu was already asleep again.

It’s not that I didn’t think about waiting, but Shenfu worked hard during the day to practice martial arts, and he was a temperament who could fall asleep when he fell on the bed. I got up from the bed.

Without the control of the senior sister, he was much more comfortable.

In addition to respected monks such as the Taoist masters of Shenfu and Zhao Qin, the Immortal View also has a small path, all of which are innocent and innocent, and the boring and poor life in the Taoist can’t restrain them at all. .

As long as there is a chance, they will always change the law to find fun.

Zhao Qin used to watch Shenfu very closely. In addition to practicing martial arts and reading, she played the piano and learned painting. She was trained completely according to the model of the ladies in the capital. When the senior sister watched, she was still calm and only occasionally did a few childish things. Stupid thing, no Sister is by my side…

Hey, that’s a husky with a dog leash.

Within two days of effort, she “convinceed others with reason” became the boss of the little Taoist priest.

Going up the tree to dig out the birds, go into the water to fish, relying on the ups and downs of martial arts, this group of half-sized boys went crazy in the mountains.

The cause of the disaster is that these people are obsessed with cooking by themselves.

The matter of picnic is probably the nature of human beings buried in the bones.

A group of half-aged teenagers are very interested in cooking in places other than the kitchen.

They have not received education such as a gentleman far from cooking, but they are self-sufficient and self-sufficient.

Roast two sparrows today, and a grass carp tomorrow…and another rabbit the day after tomorrow.

The food in Guanli was light, and a group of people rounded their faces under the extra meal.

In fact, the elders in Guanli may not be known, but everyone just keeps one eye open.

Moreover, it is Zhao Qin’s treasure who is taking the lead in doing bad things, and the named disciples who watch the subject and become the master of the illusion. The master did not speak, so what can they say?

At that time, the best relationship with Shen Fu was a trail called Qian Ming.

Qian Nianji is similar to Shen Fu. He is not tall, but has a big belly and a round face. He usually eats picnics, which is the most delicious food he eats. This evening, Shen and Fu felt that he hadn’t seen the senior sister for a long time, and wanted to wait for her to come back. , Sitting at the table and dozing off with his chin in his hand, he heard the sound of clicking outside the window.

“Boss, boss, are you asleep?”

The sinking and floating chin slid down from his hand, almost knocked on the tabletop, and suddenly became sober.

She heard Qian Ming’s voice, opened the window, and asked in surprise: “What are you doing here?”

Qian Ming showed her the sparrow caught in his hand, and proudly offered the treasure: “The trap set during the day, I caught two sparrows, boss, let’s roast them now? I didn’t eat much tonight. A bun, so hungry now!”

Sinking a black line, he flatly refused: “If you don’t go, you will endure it when you are hungry.

The little fat man squeezed out a smile and said, “Boss, don’t you honestly worry about you, saying that every time you wait for the master sister to come back, you always wait to fall asleep? Today you went out with me to roast sparrows, activities, and activities. It’s not that easy to fall asleep!”

Qian Ming poked the ups and downs.

She was still very immature, thinking for a while, and felt that it made sense, and as soon as she supported the window frame with her hand, she jumped out.

Two and a half older children sneaked around, and finally entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Immortal View.

In martial arts novels, the Tibetan scripture pavilion is always the most closely guarded, and it often hides peerless masters such as sweeping monks. In the real world, the Tibetan scripture pavilion is in the most remote corner of the entire Taoist temple. There are several trails during the day. For cleaning, the Taoist chief is responsible for borrowing and lending, sorting out and returning, and the door is closed and locked at night, and there is nothing but mice.

Qian Ming is a master at unlocking.

The little Taoist used the iron wire he didn’t know where he found, and stabbed it twice in the lock cylinder. He heard a click, and the iron lock opened. The two people blacked in, found a hidden corner, and put down the firewood and dead branches in his arms. The leaves ignite the fire skillfully.

The human body clock is hard to resist.

When the little fat man roasted a sparrow, he was too sleepy.

She yawned, nestled at the corner of the wall, and said to Qian Ming, “Remember to call me when you finish eating…”

Qian Ming skillfully flipped the branches with sparrows in his hands, and responded with great energy; “Oh, no problem, boss, rest assured.”

This time I slept until the fire lit up half of the night sky.

Zhao Qin dragged his exhausted body back to the room. Just as he entered the room, he noticed something was wrong.

There is a cup on the table, half a light yellow tea in the cup, and freshly brewed strong tea in the teapot.

This was supposed to be the standard configuration when ups and downs stayed up all night waiting for her-although most of the time, she saw an overturned cup, a sleeping pig lying on the table or shrinking on the floor. .

The child she raised herself knew that she had a very good heart, and she definitely did not say that she gave up halfway. When her heart was vaguely disturbed, Zhao Qin turned and went to the ups and downs of the room—the two rooms were connected, and there was even a wall between the walls. The door can directly connect the two rooms without going out.

Sure enough, the ups and downs are not there.

Where can people go in the middle of the night?

She felt uneasy and regretted that she didn’t arrange someone to monitor Shen Fu because of her distrust of Xiuchundao.

While worrying, he heard the sound of water walking outside. Zhao Qin’s first reaction was that something went wrong.

The fire in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion started very suddenly. When the night trail found it, the fire had already surrounded most of the seven-story building. The flame was like a red tongue, licking the night sky continuously, one bucket after another. The bucket’s well water was poured in, but no effect was seen.

“Hurry up and get the water, get up the water, there is not enough water in the tank!”

Among the crowd, there was a trail that rushed in with a pale face and nervous expression, which was obviously different from the others.

Zhao Qin saw him at a glance.

She raised the collar of the half-aged boy and asked with a black face, “What do you know, say?”

“Big, elder sister—” The little Taoist who had never spoken to Zhao Qin almost cried out, greeted Zhao Qin’s murderous gaze, he stammered: “Money and Qian Ming are not in the house. Before he asked me if I wanted to go out to eat roasted sparrows. I slept in a daze and didn’t agree, but I seemed to hear him and he said…”

Zhao Qin’s hand tightened a little bit, “What did he say?”

The little Taoist closed his eyes, not daring to look at her, and said, “He said he’s going to find the boss!”

boom-

With the effort of questioning, a corner of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion collapsed.

The entire attic seemed to be tilted a bit in the same direction.

Zhao Qin turned her head, and the blazing fire burned in her eyes, as if she had seen the helpless and hesitating appearance in the sea of ​​fire. Without the slightest hesitation, she threw the person in her hand casually, grabbed the bucket in the hands of the person next to her, showered her head in her pocket, and rushed directly in from the collapsed place.

Someone recognized her and exclaimed: “Master Sister—”

Hearing the movement, the Taoist priest who hurriedly rushed in, only saw the back of his disciple.

“How is this going?”

The disciple who had been caught for inquiries earlier replied with a coughing cough while clutching his neck: “Guan, Guanzhu, Shenfu and Qian Ming may be inside, the master sister is looking for Shenfu.”

He stomped his feet straight into the void, “Fuzzy, confused—”

How can such a big fire be controlled by manpower! It’s all fired like this, how could anyone survive inside?

Zhao Qin didn’t think so much.

She only knew that the ups and downs might be inside, so she rushed forward without hesitation.

At this moment, she forgot the igniting ambition when the Xiuchun Dao was handed over to her. She also forgot the vow that the Emperor Xian made her to use her life to defend the royal family of Zhao when she secretly met her.

She only remembered the little girl she picked up, her bright eyes, and fleshy cheeks.

The fire scorched her hair, the wet clothes on her body, and the steam was constantly evaporating.

Amidst the billowing smoke and the ashes turned into books, it is almost impossible to see the way forward.

“Cough cough—”

If the coughing is uncheckable, it suddenly spread into Zhao Qin’s ears.

She shouted: “Afu—”

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