Jiang Nv is indescribable

Chapter 632
"It's not yet the hottest time. I heard that there is a peacock flower, which is suitable for dampness and dampness. It is cold and can ward off the heat. I just searched, but I didn't find it. Maybe the place of birth is not in Dongning. I Let people go to other states to search for them, and when they find them, they will transplant some and plant them in the shade of the wall. Suxin can also ward off the heat, sprinkle some on the tent, and it can cool the bamboo mats—you come to Dongning for a few months, Never heard of it?"

Xiao Yuandu said: "I only know that flower can sober up."

When the banquet is full of wine, the host brings out jasmine flowers for the guests, and smelling the cold fragrance, even the drunk can wake up a little bit.

Thinking of something, he glanced at Jiang Nu, "Auntie."

Jiang Fosang raised his eyes in response, and saw that he conjured a bouquet of flowers out of nowhere.

The flowers are as thin as half a rice grain, and the leaves are as small as beans. Through the dim light hanging from the ceiling, it can be seen that they are yellow-edged red bellies.I just don't know when he hid it, it's too wilted to see.

What Xiao Yuandu showed her was not flowers, but the leaves on them.

When the leaves are almost picked, put the bare branches aside, take Jiang Nu's hand, pick up a few pieces with two fingers, rub them, and paint them on her nails.

"..." Jiang Fosang, "Is this henna?"

Jiang Nu's ten fingers are slender and slender, never stained with red danko, so her fingernails are translucent and crystal clear, Xiao Yuandu lowered his head and worked hard, concentrating on it.

Hearing the words, he muttered vaguely, "It's also called Goldilocks."

Whether it is buttercup or henna, it needs a little bit of alum stone to be bright and long-lasting.

Xiao Yuandu obviously didn't know this.

Jiang Fosang didn't remind him either, watching him toss and turn a little clumsily, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Okay." He straightened his waist and let out a long breath.Too much force, I feel more tiring than punching.

Holding up her two wrists, he admired them for a while, feeling very satisfied.

He asked her again if she was satisfied.

Jiang Fosang stretched out his ten fingers, feeling like peach blossoms falling randomly.

After nodding his head, he asked, "Who did you learn from?"

I remember Buddha Sanghua because of her name, so how did you know the usefulness of this buttercup flower?
"Who else?" Of course it was Xiu Tu.

Xiutu and Changpu are not like them, they are aboveboard and go wherever they like.

Since Changpu arrived in Dongning, Xiutu sent everything to Changpu, and he always showed endless hospitality...

Although Xiao Yuandu looked intrusive, it did not prevent him from learning the two tricks secretly.

If there is nothing to show courtesy, Jiang Fosang just doesn't point it out.

"Auntie," Xiao Yuandu couldn't help it first, "Are you still angry with me?"

"Why am I mad at you." There was nothing wrong with his expression and tone.

However, it is strange that Xiao Yuandu would believe it.

It had been several days since he had been able to set foot in the palace—tonight, he was able to coax her out by talking about the birthday of the God of Flowers.

It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that every time Jiang Nu finds reasons to reject him.

It is also his fault.

On the night of the military banquet, he rushed back to the city from the camp, first went to the state shepherd's mansion, and then went to the palace after washing, otherwise the sweaty Jiangnu would not let him touch him at all.

After going to the palace...

All in all, it's overkill.

It wasn't before that he didn't forget his feelings, but after Jiang Nu nodded, he was also careful.

This time it was different, he really drank too much.Although not drunk like mud, the brain is like a ball of paste.

Jiangnu woke up in a daze, and beat him. He seemed to be possessed and refused to let go no matter what. He tossed in different ways...

Xiao Yuandu was also annoyed afterwards.When Jiang Nu shed a tear when he was sober, he felt sorry for him, but when he was drunk, he couldn't help but want to bully her severely.

Just like a flower, you hold it in your palm and take care of it, and don't bear the slightest pain for it.Sometimes there will be some destructive desires...

Jiangnu, who was trapped in his arms, was completely contaminated by his breath, making people want to eat her to the bone.

I don't understand why there is such a mentality?Or maybe it's just his nature.

In his past and present lives, except for the hostage and those years in the Xiao family, he was either in Jiulao Mountain or in the army.In a place where men gather together, you will definitely not be able to learn to be gentle and polite.

Knowing that he is not the most desirable husband-in-law candidate in Jiang Nu's heart, she said that if Jiang Nu likes something different, she must change.

In reality?In order to get close to her and let her accept him, he has always restrained himself, not daring to reveal more.

So why not be afraid of being exposed now?

Because he realized more and more clearly that he had really entered the place he yearned for the most.

Not only did he go in, but he was also very pleasantly surprised to find that the position he occupied inside was far more important than he had imagined.

Ah Nai may love him more than she imagined...

This discovery made him ecstatic, and it also made him feel confident.

From being unable to touch the ground in every possible way at the beginning, to now I am slowly getting it right.Knowing that no matter what, Jiang Nu will always indulge him, even if he goes too far, even if he goes too far, she will always agree in the end...

Warm a piece of cold jade and let her melt for herself.

He did it, and his heart was at ease.

I am no longer as cautious as before, and I have the confidence to "do anything wrong"...

Who would have thought that it would be too much for one time.

Jiang Fosang turned his head to look away, letting the night wind blow away the heat on his face.

I don't want to mention what happened that night again, but after he mentioned it, I can't linger.

It was dark all around, and it was hard to tell whether it was a dream or waking up, and she was covered under a big mountain, unable to speak, unable to restrain herself.

Gathering eyebrows, trying to move, five fingers were tightly clasped, pressing hard on the soft pillow...

There are some annoyances, and there are teeth marks left by him on his shoulders—he has a habit of gnawing on people, and he used to put it away anyway, but now it's okay, the fangs are all exposed.

But Jiang Fosang really couldn't talk to him about this matter.

How could she not know what kind of person Xiao Yuandu was?
Besides, she herself wasn't quite sober at the time, although she can't remember the details, but she probably... just wished she wasn't really drunk to the point of unconsciousness.

There is no room for denial about biting, but... Xiao Yuandu rolled up his sleeves, and his strong forearm was full of scratches from fingernails.

"There are also on the back." He was about to undress and show her.

"You—" Jiang Fosang glanced over.

Xiao Yuandu's heart fluttered, he sat down with his hands back, hugged her tentatively, and promised again and again that he would not make mistakes or bully her again.

"Sit back, it's hot." Jiang Fosang wanted to push him away.

Xiao Yuandu met her eyes: "Forgive me?"

Jiang Fosang pursed his lips and said nothing.

Xiao Yuandu knew that it was the clouds and the fog clearing up.

"Auntie, you just said that sprinkling jasmine on the tent can make the bamboo mat cool...how about trying it tonight?"

Jiang Fosang was so angry that he had never seen such a smooth climb!

"Can't you think of something else?"

Xiao Yuandu is not ashamed: "Isn't it natural to sleep with my own woman? I am greedy at most, and every night-"

"Say more!" Jiang Fosang frowned, and raised his hand to cover his mouth.

Xiao Yuandu kissed her palm, and when she took her hand away, he held her face and kissed her again.

There was an imperceptible flattery in the kiss, "Aren't I also at your disposal? If you want, I can give myself to you anytime, anywhere, just like now."

"..." Jiang Fosang froze, the corner of his mouth twitched, "Wu Shijun is too polite."

"What do you call me?" The big hand slid down to the waist, making a gesture of tickling.

Jiang Fusang hurriedly changed his words: "Azhao, Azhao..."

The boat swayed under the moonlight, and the laughter floated into the distance.

(End of this chapter)