"Let me down or take me back to the house."

On the man's back, Concubine Zhao buried her head and shook his arm and said.

"OK."

Zhao Rong nodded without thinking about it, and then kept carrying them to the main wing room.

Go back to the house,

It was back to his house.

Concubine Zhao also noticed this, and quietly silenced on her back for a while, bit her lip and said silently:

"It's not going back to the main wing, it's going back to the west wing where I slept. You go to your house, or Qian'er treats you as a treasure, so you let her go with you, let me go... You just said that I'm the biggest business in my family."

Someone pretended to be deaf and was thinking about how to argue with two poor students about the difference between "sex" and "family affairs" with two poor students. Unfortunately, they seemed not as easy to fool when they were young.

"Did you hear it?"

Somewhere on the man's waist, the soft flesh was distorted and displaced by ninety degrees.

"Don't let it go." Zhao Rong shook his head, then bared his teeth and inhaled.

Qingjun is really trying to attack his husband.

"You are a saint, why are you unreasonable?" she asked.

"What reason should I say when I take my wife to sleep? Well, isn't this the greatest reason and etiquette? This is called Zhou Gong's ritual. Even the Supreme Master cannot say anything to me when he comes. He has to pat his shoulder and praise me for being good."

"If the Supreme Master is really here, I will definitely hit you with a third board first."

"Will Qingjun feel sorry?" Zhao Rong asked curiously.

"I will eat vegetarian food all my life."

Zhao Rong: “………”

Good guy, he was beaten to death by the Supreme Master.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Concubine Zhao pursed her lips and said as if nothing had happened:

"Didn't you just want to sleep alone last night? Whether Qian'er and I are in your bed or not, you don't even look at it, it doesn't matter where you sleep, right? Why, did you regret it tonight?"

Hiss, it turned out that it was the reason why he was "a gentleman once" last night, and he hurt Qingjun.

Zhao Rong, who was carrying his wife, opened his eyes open.

Yes, the lady and maid were all washed with great fragrance, and they came to the door with their own voluntary care. Even the precious white Xipa was brought in their hands.

As a result, last night he came to Zhao Ziyu, who was not confused by his arms, and he didn't even touch him.

Even beasts are worse than animals.

Sure enough, Qingjun urged in a cold tone:

"There is no such trick. If that's the case, then you can go to sleep by yourself and I won't disturb you."

After saying that, the delicate body on the right shoulder struggled to get off again.

Zhao Rong was not willing to do it, so he let the cooked duck fly away. He quickly launched a "weakness attack" on Qingjun, tickling the itchy flesh of her soles and the bends of her legs while placing her foot bag.

Concubine Zhao was not willing to be outdone, and the soft flesh on someone's waist was once again distorted and displaced ninety degrees.

But soon, she fell into a disadvantage.

In the eyes of outsiders, Zhao Lingfei is a cold fairy with a strong and resolute personality, but she doesn't know that this proud girl is the most afraid of itchy and some parts are very sensitive.

After the Lanxi Ya Festival, after just being slapped by Zhao Rong on the bank of the stream, his pretty face turned red and shy.

Not to mention that Zhao Rong is now walking around with his big hands and is deliberately targeting the itchy area.

So, if you want to describe the situation of a certain autumn-eyed woman's battle, it would be... a defeated army, retreating step by step, and it would be almost begging for mercy:

"Itchy... itchy... you can't scratch it anymore, Zhao Ziyu, you can let go of me, don't scratch it... hahaha..."

"Um...ah itchy hahaha...don't touch it, don't touch it, why are you so rascals like this..."

The handsome lady who was still a lonely and dignified second, was successfully defeated by Zhao Rong in this second, and became a resentful Qingmei with a blushing face. She bit her lips and hammered him, as if she was angry and resentful.

There is nothing to do with Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong unexpectedly discovered that the trick of tickling was more useful than coaxing people just now. Her bare hands pinching her waist were no longer powerful, so she secretly wrote this trick in her notebook.

Then he smiled and asked, "My husband who shouts nicely, let go."

However, Concubine Zhao was not willing to beg for mercy easily.

It seemed that the tender flesh on his waist was not satisfied. She was already tall on her back. At this time, Zhao Rong was carrying it, and her red face was facing his waist, so she buried her head directly...

"hiss!"

Zhao Rong took a big breath of cold air and couldn't help but stop, "Don't...don't bite."

It was the lady behind her who opened her mouth and bit her with disagreement.

Concubine Zhao was prideed with her white teeth and sharp teeth.

However, she realized that she was despising him now, so she "quickly" turned her head, "bah, bah, bah, bah...", and then scolded him again.

"Let me down quickly! Otherwise, I will really bite you... I will really kick you!" Zhao Lingfei changed her mouth in shame.

Then he scolded a big call in shame.

Zhao Rong continued to pretend to be mute, took the opportunity to carry Zhao Lingfei, and ran to the door of the main wing room, ready to hit the door and enter.

Concubine Zhao Ling was making trouble on her husband's shoulder for a while, but she didn't say anything, let alone let go of her and put her down.

So I was really anxious.

At this moment, Concubine Zhao thought.

"Clean, bamboo horse, come out quickly."

She summoned the pure purple air and the bamboo horse flying sword and said angrily: "Clean, entangle him! bamboo horse, poke his butt..."

After Zhao Lingfei's order was halfway through, Zhao Rong, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, scratched her three fingers and laughed out loud, and she interrupted her words.

Qingjing suddenly appeared from Zhao Lingfei's house. Just as she appeared, she realized that something was wrong with the "enemy" who was really bullying her master...

Well, she was too strong to beat, so she quietly retreated back to the room...

After all, I was the old father of the past, and my psychological shadow was still there, and I was as pure as a girl, and I was cowardly.

However, the flying sword of the bamboo horse is more reckless than pure, no matter these twists and turns.

It flashed directly beside Zhao Rong, and rotated around him twice, blocked Zhao Rong's footsteps, then stopped suddenly, aimed at his butt, ready to poke it at any time... However, after three breaths, the bamboo horse still did not move and was hesitating.

This extremely precious A-level flying sword on the mountain is confused.

From its perspective, the familiar hostess seemed to be kidnapped by a bad person at this time. With another girl, she was carried on the bad person's shoulders and put in a strange indecent position, with her butt facing the sky... I don't know what it is, but the hostess, who was indifferent and quiet in the past, laughed constantly, her shoulders trembled... It was still a child, and I couldn't understand it.

And apart from the beginning, the hostess had no more orders.

The most important thing is that under the command "poke his butt", she still had a heart-to-heart talk and seriously reminded him, "Don't hurt him."

The bamboo horse is confused.

How can I poke a person's butt and not hurt him...

Poked, but not completely poked?

Zhao Rong looked at the flying sword that was rushing in front of him, and found that it seemed like a bug. He rotated on the spot, aimed at his butt but was slow to take action.

"So it's a silly sword, a good opportunity!"

He seized the opportunity, fixed the two women's thighs with both hands, twisted his waist and crossed the bamboo sword in front of him, and continued to tickle, dismantling Qingjun's "not worth mentioning" weak resistance.

Zhao Rong came to the door of the main wing room, kicked the door, entered the room, and kicked the door up with his heels.

The whole process of carrying the two ladies into the house and closing the door was smooth.

The bamboo horse behind him who was thinking about poking his butt was the best solution. He wanted to chase him in, but Xiao Qianer assisted him with a wave of his hand and pushed him out, locked him outside the door, and kept him watching the door honestly.

Inside the house.

It's pitch black.

There was a sound of a door bolt locking.

Some man breathed a sigh of relief.

He carried the two ladies to the wide and large bed.

Throw two big and small "butts" onto the bedding.

Clap his hands.

The mission is done.

"Hiss, Qingjun, you really bit your husband." Zhao Rong rubbed his waist after realizing it.

He bared his teeth and blinked his eyes.

I was a little worried that Qingjun would bite him later. Well, Xiao Qianer might bite him too.
To be continued...