Autumn weather is always predominantly sunny, and the golden sun loses the heat of summer, illuminating the ocean on you, unusually comfortable. A few laurel trees outside the palace have long been filled with clusters of milky white flowers, breezy breezes, fragrant gardens and intoxicating smoke.
Beneath the laurel tree, Monsanto elm wrapped in a dark purple trouser dress, a silver-silk cloud shaped light purple veil, the water sleeves swayed, and lazy nestled in the sun on a soft bed.
A small group of Po was lying on her chest, her meat-claws resting on her tempting body, moving left, moving right, looked extremely uncomfortable.
Unapplied vegetarian face of toffee powder is right in front of the eyes, straight nose beam, curly long eyelashes, white fine skin... every place on the woman is just beautiful, repeatedly attracting Zhou Wudi's sight.
He always knew that Toshio was a beauty, but didn't expect to be hundreds of times prettier than he was every day. Isn't it the best weapon for a woman to stand in the back? But the princess seems to be deliberately shrinking her light. What the hell was she thinking? Zhou Wudi is losing sight of each other.
“Can't Po sleep? Are you hungry?” Monsanto Elm opened his eyes and patted Po's ass, which could not stop in his arms.
Zhou Wudi hummed twice, the meat claws moved away from the sensitive part of the woman, and then put it back a moment later. It seemed to press inadvertently.
“I'm hungry. Have a cake.” Meng Sangyu reached out and grabbed a piece of soft pastry from the younger ones and gently twisted a handful to Po's mouth.
Zhou Wudi did not hesitate to take the pastry and swallow it gently. He's used to feeding women.
Monsanto Elm used a handkerchief to sweep the pastry scum stuck to his beard and twisted a handful into his mouth. One dog at a time, one bite at a time, I was slowly sharing the food, and the scraps of cinnamon fell on the top of my head, and the picture was warm and beautiful.
Inspired by the beauty in front of him, Monsanto Elm opened his palm and caught a small white flower, the glittering phoenix slightly twinkled, humming a gentle and strange tune.
The tune has no lyrics, it's just a tall and low song. It's like the wind is foggy. It's also like the Toad Palace Immortal. It's like even the soul can touch it... Zhou Wudi forgot to chew the pastry in his mouth. Suddenly, looking at the delightful woman in the flower, she felt a little intoxicated.
The people on one side of the palace were still standing still, but they were blindfolded, with their mouths curled and apparently drowned.
“Ma'am, the slave has just been informed that the Emperor is watching the daisies in the Garden of the King.” Sister Feng walked over quickly and said after a short drive.
The atmosphere of illusion was ruthlessly poked like a bubble. Zhou Wudi turned his head and his eyes turned to Sister Feng. How can such a vulgar, impatient bastard serve the princess? As soon as he recovers, assign him to the Racecourse Bureau!
“Oh.” Monsanto Elm threw down the flowers in his hand and caressed Po's back gently, implying an unknown response.
“Ma'am, please get dressed up. I'm sure the other palaces have been informed by now. We can't let them take the lead!” Sister Feng hurried.
Monsanto Elm did not move, and asked faintly, "Who is the Emperor with now? ”
Sister Feng replied in silence, "With the Princess Liang. ”
“Shen Huilu?” Monsanto Elm murmured, then waved, resolutely, "no. ”
Burning and looking at her Zhou Wu Di stunned, I didn't expect her to react like this, I was a little anxious. He wanted to take a look at it and prove his guess, so he whimpered, and the four claws kept pounding in the arms of the Toffee.
“Ma'am, it's such a beautiful day. You can show Po around the royal garden! Po hasn't been to the royal garden yet!” With a glimpse of the agitated Po, Sister Feng immediately persuaded her.
To Abao's thirsty black eyes, Monsanto Elm sighed and silently ordered, “Then serve the palace's makeup.” She stood up and walked into the inner palace, and the powerful momentum of the Princess Deok instantly unfolded.
The palace people promised and followed her.
Zhou Wudi sat in front of the bedroom, his deep eyes staring closely at the blurred figure behind the screen. His feelings are right. It turns out that Toshio is really not rare. He is not as good as a dog in her heart. The tenderness and enthusiasm of the past were all in her guise, talking privately about the emperor, who was shocked by the indifferent cold in her eyes.
Damn it! Am I not good enough for you? How can you repay me when I give you the highest rank, give you the love, give you the right? If it weren't for this accident, how long would you lie to me? Zhou Wudi lowered his curse, his heart was not only angry, but also some unclear stabbing pain.
When his thoughts were flying, Monsanto Elm had finished his makeup, and when he walked out of the screen, he had to bend over and hug Po.
Zhou Wudi looked back and struggled hard.
“Po, stop messing around and take you out to play!” Monsanto Elm patted his head softly and softly, and the words fell on his lips to kiss.
Smooth soft lips cut across the nose and corners of the mouth, with an unusually hot touch and some slight crispness. Zhou Wudi beamed for a moment and then lay still in the arms of the woman. The furry tail wobbled uncontrollably.
No matter how deep Zhou Wudi usually hid, his mind was unpredictable, and when he became a dog, everything was covered up for nothing. Dogs' tails connect directly to the mind, not the brain, so they have no human hypocrisy.
The anger was extinguished by the woman in a flash. Zhou Wudi was somewhat depressed, and the woman took him away with her when she abandoned herself.