"Well... do you have to say that?" Zhou Mohuai looked at Wen Wenlan who was half pressing on him, and his throat rolled up and down, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing big, I want to take a good look at you." Wen Wenlan leaned down and whispered in Zhou Mohuai's ear. After saying that, he pecked his cheek.

The gentle and soft touch is like a poison, and you will want more if you touch it a little.

"Is that true?" Zhou Mohuai said two faintly, his arms tightly wrapped around Wen Wenlan's waist, and he turned over and rolled into the depths of the bed, pressing Wen Wenlan under him. He grabbed both hands up and fixed Wen Wenlan's hands on top of her head.

"Your Majesty like this way of speaking?"

The snow-white white wrist was firmly grasped by Zhou Mohuai's big hands, and the force just made Wen Wenlan unable to move, but there was no abnormal red on her tender skin.

The clothes were slightly opened on the chest because of some movements. The long, thin white goose neck and a large snow-white front chest were exposed in the air. The beautiful scenery seemed to be hidden, clamoring for temptation.

I don’t know if it was Wen Wenlan who did it on purpose or Zhou Mohuai who did it on purpose.

"You, let me go."

He rarely treats Zhou Mohuai like this. Wen Wenlan blushed in a hurry. In the past, she always teased Zhou Mohuai, but unexpectedly, Zhou Mohuai was so angry that he would be so bloody when he stirred up people.

The more Wen Wenlan struggled, the happier Zhou Mohuai was. He held Wen Wenlan's wrist with one hand and slowly sank with the other hand.

Zhou Mohuai gradually lowered his eyes and slowly kissed Wen Wenlan's lips, from gentle touching to indulgent plundering. The originally unrestrained joke in his eyes turned into a deep affection that was reluctant to leave before his eyes closed.

Qingsu, who had been buried in his heart for a long time, suddenly burst out uncontrollably, and a little crying voice seemed to be suppressed in his heavy and lingering breath.

Wen Wenlan's hand was liberated at some time and wrapped around Zhou Mohuai's neck just to get closer to him.

The clothes were scattered, the room temperature rose sharply, the skin was sticking to each other, and the atmosphere gradually climaxed slightly, and when I couldn't help it, I was only one last step away...

"Your Majesty! Linqi City is in a hurry for eight hundred miles!"

A scream woke up the mandarin duck with his neck on the bed. Wen Wenlan and Zhou Mohuai instantly calmed down. Wen Wenlan looked at the top of the bed and pounded the bed board and cursed.

Zhou Mohuai looked away awkwardly and tried not to look at Wen Wenlan's graceful figure.

He rushed into the bedroom without hesitation with Jinshu in his arms, staring at the huge pressure and kneeling in front of the bed where the curtain was lowered but could not cover his shadow.

"Your Majesty, eight hundred miles of speed."

Wen Wenlan sat up and grabbed her clothes and wrapped her clothes on her body and sat down by the window. She grabbed the brocade book and read it quickly. Her face, which had been long-lost, became darker and darker.

"Go to the imperial study room! The regent, general, and minister of the Ministry of War quickly entered the palace!" Wen Wenlan grabbed the brocade and walked out, taking steps while putting his clothes on one by one under silent service.

The bedroom soon became quiet.

Zhou Mohuai looked out through the gaps of the curtains, and could see nothing. He took a deep breath, picked up the clothes scattered on the bed and beside the bed, and slowly put them on one by one.

Seeing Wen Wenlan's look like he was eager to rush to the imperial study room, I'm afraid something big will happen.

Linqicheng, on the southern border, was probably a big deal to happen.

This is definitely not just about allocating military power.

But Wen Wenlan told him nothing.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty, please change your clothes and return to the camp quickly." After a while, a palace man ran in and said, "Zhou Mohuai guessed that he was from Fengshi and was responsible for sending him back to the southern camp."

"I understand." Zhou Mohuai looked at the palace maid, "Did Your Majesty say nothing else to me?"

"No."

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