Xu Xuzhi

Chapter 52 The Phoenix and the Tiger

When Feng Jiu arrived at the Zhuozhou garrison, just as Ning Zheng's senior staff meeting was over, the commanders and division commanders of the [-]rd and [-]th Army came out in a file, and the car carrying Feng Jiu just stopped. When the rear door opened, all these Officer Ning Jun saw a pair of slender and straight legs in black stockings step on the ground, and then a young girl stepped down.

As long as Ning Zheng wasn't driving, Feng Jiu would always drive the door by herself: she didn't become paralyzed after she got married, so of course she could do it by herself, she didn't have the prestige of an official wife.

Fengjiu was wearing a goose yellow thick tweed lapel coat with large black round buttons, a black basque beret cashmere hat was playfully tilted on one side, and a long black scarf was wrapped around his neck. With an elegant and picturesque face, in this dry and cold winter on the outskirts of Zhuozhou, which has been destroyed by months of war, in this Ning army garrison where there is no woman, it is like a flower growing out of thin air in the saline-alkali land. Delicate flowers are so rare.

The officers were suddenly blessed, and they all knew who the young lady in front of them was without saying a word—looking at the direction of the military seat car, it should be Chengnan Railway Station.Because of the war, passenger trains have been stopped long ago, and the only trains and special trains transporting Ningjun soldiers are the only ones that can run. So who else can come to the front line at such a moment?

All the reckless men shut their mouths, widened their eyes, and seized the hard-won opportunity: Feng Jiu kept a low profile and seldom attended banquets; on the day he married Ning Zheng, he also wore a flower crown with golden beads and pompoms on his head. He couldn't see his face clearly; in addition, Ning Zheng strictly controlled the newspaper and did not allow Feng Jiu's photos to be published, so very few people actually saw the real face of the young marshal's wife.

They had already heard the comments from the wife at home who attended the wedding that day, saying that the young marshal's wife is a rare beauty. When they saw each other today, tsk tsk, no wonder the young marshal, who had been famous before entering the Ning army, was able to calm down all of a sudden. Safely guarding this young wife.

Feng Jiu had just seen the gate of Pushou Temple through the car window, and knew that this was where the temporary military headquarters of the Ning Army was. As soon as he got out of the car door, he suddenly saw so many senior generals of the Ning army in uniform, all staring at him with protruding eyes. In desperation, he could only smile.

Ning Zheng walked at the back, talking in low voices with Ji Songling and Ke Weili, who were consciously walking slowly, when he suddenly felt that the colleagues who were still buzzing just now were silent all of a sudden, and couldn't help but raised his head in doubt. My wife, whom I hadn't seen for a month, appeared in front of me like a heavenly soldier.

He was startled at first, and then ecstatic. A few reserved smiles appeared on his face, which had been troubled by Fu Yisheng for more than two months: He couldn't imagine that Feng Jiu would take the initiative to go to the front line. Looking for him, but after thinking about it, it's unlikely, I'm afraid it was his father's request, right?The father and son talked on the phone the day before yesterday, and the old man also mentioned that it was a bit embarrassing that he hadn't seen his wife for such a long time.I didn't think much about it at the time, but my father turned around and sent her here.

Just as he was about to go forward to greet him, his ears keenly caught the slight gasp from the people in front of him.Naturally, he has experienced the power of Fengjiu's smiling face, like the cold spring retreating suddenly, ice melting and snow disappearing; like the sun breaking free from behind the dark clouds and emitting dazzling light.Now she is wearing a goose yellow coat, just like the first winter jasmine blooming tremblingly in the cold spring, her smile makes people's hearts tremble, making people feel that in order to win this innocent and bright smile, Even if you hold the whole world and send it to her, it's not a bad idea.

In the end, Ning Zheng stepped forward, held Feng Jiu's arm, pulled her closer, and introduced her to everyone calmly. Both sides naturally smiled, and the officer who originally took out a cigarette to take a sip also consciously took out the cigarette. Stuffed it in the trouser pocket: Although Feng Jiu had never shown her face in the Ning Army, the fact that she hated the smell of cigarettes has been known to everyone through the young marshal's move to quit smoking.

After saying hello, the crowd dispersed.

The two commanders and deputy commanders of the Ninth Army of the Ning Army who came for reinforcements whispered as they walked: "The young commander and the old commander are completely different. I think the grandeur of the old commander when he came to Beijing, the eight alleys, all-inclusive! Seven days, seven days, tsk tsk ... On that day, I wouldn't do it for another god; the young commander is good, I haven't seen him go shopping, and look at this wife, well, don't expect to have good things like being with the old commander again." Two years later The man in his forties was dejected, shook his head and left with a sigh.

Ke Weili heard it funny, turned his head and glanced at the extremely dazzling couple standing together, before he knew it, he remembered an old friend, sighed slightly, turned and left.

Just now Fengjiu greeted Ke Weili with a smile and nodded, seeing that Ji Songling was standing opposite and smiling at her, so she handed him the newly knitted sweater and some food that Melanie had asked her to bring; He took out a big envelope from his handbag and told him that there was a photo of his two-month-old son's full moon in it. Ji Songling burst into laughter immediately.

Ever since Feng Jiu knew this Mr. Frost, she had never seen him smile so brightly. This expression was very contagious, and she laughed too.

When Ji Songling asked Ning Zheng to watch the photo of his son who was "so good-looking that he could win the 'Most Handsome Newborn' award", Ning Zheng's face turned green with the careful but showy way he put it away.

It is not uncommon for him to continue to endure the rare feelings of his old friend. He took Feng Jiu back to his residence. As the supreme commander of the station, Ning Zheng did not engage in specialization. A room where pilgrims live in the backyard of Shou Temple is very simple.Except for an Eight Immortals table, a floor-to-ceiling clothes rack, and a washing rack, there is only one earthen kang. Fortunately, the bedding looks quite new.

The room was very cold, Ning Zheng ordered the orderlies to light a fire outside to keep warm, then took off Feng Jiu's overcoat and put it on the hanger next to her, and fell on the kang together as if he couldn't stand it any longer. On, Feng Jiuxin said that he knew it would be like this.Ning Zheng passionately kissed her lips, his emotions surged, and the calmness he had just pretended to be in front of others disappeared, and he said hoarsely, "Why do I feel like I haven't seen you for hundreds of years..."

Feng Jiu blushed and her heart beat, she seemed to like hearing what he said, she shook Ning Zheng's hand, "This battle is too difficult, it's really not easy for you."

"It's not easy...how about we have a son too?" Ning Zheng teased.

"Climb along the pole!" Feng Jiu didn't let him take advantage of the loopholes.

After a while, Ning Zheng stood up, walked to the Eight Immortals table, took a set of suede roller blind tool bags like offering treasures, and shook them open in one direction. There were saws, hammers, files, etc. inserted in each compartment. Anvils, tweezers, bronze calipers, drawing boards... There are many small tools that Feng Jiu doesn't know.

Ning Zheng said: "Three months ago, I met an old craftsman in the temple who wanted to go back to his hometown in Shandong. I bought his set and let him teach me for a while. Whenever I have free time, I will give it to him." You hit this."

He took out a brand new gold ring from the small compartment on the far side, with a phoenix spreading its wings engraved on it. On the slender ring finger, the ring slowly descended to the root of the finger, and the phoenix just perched quietly on her tender and slender finger.The green onions on the jade fingers are paired with the phoenix, which is radiant even under the dim oil lamp, as if it has always been inhabiting there.

The ancient method of making gold ornaments requires hollowing, hammering, and chiseling. Only through careful modification, hanging and twisting, beating and hammering can complex patterns be chiseled on the gold blank.

There is Feng Laiyi, who is about to fly, especially the pair of Phoenix eyes, which are smart and shrewd, and it seems that a lot of effort has been spent on it.

Feng Jiu looked at his hands and couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "Shouldn't men be on the left and women be on the right?"

Ning Zheng lowered his head and kissed her finger, and said with a smile, "Westerners believe that the left hand is connected to the heart, which shows the luck bestowed by God, so rings are usually worn on the left hand. Westerners who are married must wear rings. The wedding ring is a sign of identity... I see that you are studying in college and you need this especially."

Feng Jiu pursed his lips and smiled, this narrow-minded, lowered his head to look at it, and wondered again, "Why is this size just right?"

Ning Zheng took out a black Montblanc straight fine fountain pen from the jacket pocket of the general's uniform, "I've measured it a long time ago. The size of your finger is the same as the thickness of my pen."

What a coincidence.As soon as the pen was mentioned, Ning Zheng thought of another case, "Honestly speaking, did you buy the pen you gave me back then?"

Feng Jiu was at a loss, "Did I give you a pen?"

Ning Zheng said angrily, "I know you're not sincere." Only then did Feng Jiu remember that he once asked his elder brother to buy Ning Zheng a "Xifeili" pen as a thank you for Ning Zheng's help on the ice rink. Li, being caught face-to-face with painful feet, Feng Jiu bowed his head and smiled embarrassedly.

Ning Zheng has always been concerned about Wei Yuanhua's ingenuity, since he was a child, he actually made so many gadgets for Feng Jiu to cater to the little girl's heart; his talent may not be as good as his, but it can't be too bad; Thinking that this kid is now in the United States, he will definitely not use traditional Chinese methods to make jewelry, and this meeting with an old goldsmith is simply God's will.

How good is this, the ring has to be worn every day, and you can look at it from time to time, isn't it much better than Wei Yuanhua's wooden carvings of chickens and sparrows?

Ning Zheng took out another ring, slightly larger than the one given to Feng Jiu, but it was just a tiger with sharp tiger eyes. Feng Jiu looked at it carefully, but this time "Pu Chi Er" laughed out loud, the chiseling effort was also worthwhile. It was too rough, Ning Zheng stretched out his left hand, "You put it on for me."

"...Excuse me, don't you need a pastor, or a priest?" Feng Jiu knew that Ning Zheng's posture might be because he had spent too much time in the West, and he had experienced many after-effects of weddings in Western churches.

"There is only one abbot here, if necessary, that's fine." Ning Zheng said without changing his face.

Feng Jiu put it on for him, and touched it casually, "No, this ring of yours has to be polished and polished, otherwise, it won't match mine even if it's easy to scratch your hands and clothes."

Feng Jiu looked down at her finger again, she really liked this finely chiseled phoenix ring.

Suddenly remembered something, she looked at Ning Zheng's ring, hesitated to speak.

Looking at her eyes, Ning Zheng knew what she was thinking, "You are right, if I wear a dragon ring, something might come out."

Feng Jiu smiled shyly, Ning Zheng hugged her into his arms, and fell back again, "I still have a big project - when the war is over for a while, I plan to make another gold silk Ruyi sleeve, yes The style of the noble concubine's bracelet from the previous dynasty will be passed down to our daughter as a family heirloom..."

The voice became deeper and deeper until it became silent, and suddenly a female voice gasped and said, "Why is it the imperial concubine bracelet and not the queen's bracelet? I don't want to be worn by a concubine."

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, it was originally the Queen's Bracelet, the Queen's Bracelet..."

The couple talked in a low voice in the finally warmed-up guest house, with a lamp like beans quietly illuminating their young faces.

They chatted in detail about their respective lives in recent months: Although they called every now and then, many details are still worth mentioning.

After an unknown period of time, Feng Jiuyi, who was lying in Ning Zheng's arms, raised his head and found that Ning Zheng had fallen asleep.She touched his obviously thin and haggard cheeks, and finally a faint pain flooded through her heart.

Yan Baichuan, who had fled back to Shanxi, waited and leaned on the right, but still couldn't make it through, and finally agreed to negotiate an armistice with the Ning army. Therefore, various charitable groups in Peking, the World Red Cross Society, and the Shanxi Hometown Association in Beijing acted as mediators. Ning Jun held negotiations on behalf of Guo Yingzhou, and finally decided to reorganize the remnants of the Fourth Division into the National Defense Army instead of the Anguo Army, following Guan Yu's method of "surrendering Han but not Cao" in the Three Kingdoms era. Do not participate in the civil war.

On January 17th of the 7000th year of the Republic of China, Fu Yisheng went out of the city to meet Ning Zheng at Songlindian; on the 30th, he went to Peking to meet the old man.On the [-]th, Zhuozhou City was peacefully taken over by the Ning Army, and the [-] remnants of the city guards were reorganized into the No.[-] Sixth Division, headed by Bai Ruqing, and moved to Tongzhou.

Fu Yisheng became famous in the first battle, and many people praised him for his flexible and changeable defense methods with fewer enemies and more, using local materials;

But Feng Jiu didn't take Fu Yisheng's move seriously: the main force of the Jin army had already been defeated, and it was impossible to rush to help him. What's the point of his strong defense of the isolated city?

This is a person who is very good at manipulating people's hearts. His "Training Vernacular" first praised "Brothers are brave and persevering in this battle. They are really first-class revolutionary soldiers." Then he drew a big cake and said, "Brothers, I ask everyone to grit their teeth, squeeze their fists, raise their spirits, and fight the enemy for a few days, isn't our bright road right in front of us?"

Isn't this the standard rice soup?
Zhuozhou defended the city for a total of [-] days, but the fourth division of the Jin army suffered only more than [-] casualties, but the common people suffered far more seriously than the army: when the common people ran out of food, they ate distiller's grains and icing sugar, and had no firewood to burn and had to dismantle them. The windows were removed to keep out the cold; nine out of ten houses were destroyed, and nearly [-] shops on the North and South Streets in the city center were all destroyed by artillery fire.

Accompanied by Ning Zheng, Feng Jiu was walking silently in the city. The surviving people were picking and pulling the seemingly usable guys in the ruins, all of them were ragged and disheveled.

"Is this the 'One general succeeds ten thousand bones'?" Feng Jiu asked with a sigh.

Ning Zheng stood still, turned to her front, stretched out his hands to support her arms, stared carefully into her eyes, and suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly, "You—you college student, why do you think I'm such an annoying person? What about the old warlords?"

Feng Jiu looked up at Ning Zheng for a long time, but finally shook his head, "A warlord is a warlord, how old is new? Obedience to orders is the bounden duty of a soldier. I understand what you have to do."

Ning Zheng stared at her deeply, and slipped down to hold her forearm hand more and more tightly.

Feng Jiu also said: "I also admire my father. After all, the Jin army caused such a great loss to the Ning army, but he did not kill the Jin army in a fit of anger. Most of the time, my father is a righteous man. people……"

This is sent out with emotion.Regarding the tragedy that happened in April last year, Ning Zheng was also speechless, and said after a while: "If I were a father, I would not do such a thing. But Jiuer, no matter what happens, you will stand Is it on my side?"

Feng Jiu hesitated for a moment, while Ning Zheng stared at her closely, ready to ask for an answer.

Feng Jiu forced a smile, "On the basis of not violating human relations and morality, I will."

Ning Zheng was obviously disappointed, he withdrew his hand, turned around, and walked forward silently; Feng Jiu didn't follow, but just stared blankly at the obviously lonely back in front of him.

Suddenly Ning Zheng stopped, turned around sharply, strode back, grabbed her arm and dragged her forward, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "You little white-eyed wolf, but if you don't want to say a word, Why is your heart so cruel?"

While pulling his hand that was tightly clamping her forearm like a pair of iron pliers, Feng Jiu said intermittently: "I'm honest, I don't know if I can do something, how dare I just goof around and promise it?" .I, Tang Fengjiu, am a gentleman, and a gentleman's promise is as valuable as a thousand pieces of gold."

When Ning Zheng heard this, he finally let go.

At this time, they had returned to the back mountain of Pushou Temple. There was a thick layer of snow on the mountain. Because of the burning of coal and firewood in the temple in the front yard, and more importantly, the black ash from the shells and grenades that exploded after several months of fighting The hill has also been dyed a layer of gray and black.

Ning Zheng turned around suddenly, and smiled coldly: "Are you a gentleman? A gentleman must first be a man, are you?"

He purposely looked her up and down, with malicious intent in his eyes.

...Ning Zheng like this makes people strange and disappointing. Feng Jiu, who has been spoiled since they got married, felt a chill in his heart. He said in his heart, look, look, marrying a warlord is like this. About to kill.

This topic concerns the equality of men and women and the dignity of women, and Feng Jiuyi's eloquence is not just for show.

She lowered her face, and fought back with all her strength, "If you want to study abroad, you should study abroad. Why did you forget the ancient sayings of your ancestors after you went to the foreigner's land for a walk?——"Jun" means integrity and wisdom." Meaning; 'son', take the head of the earthly branches, and follow the way of heaven, so upright, wise, and respectable people can be called gentlemen. Is it a special title for men? May I ask where did you get your sense of superiority? Then again, when it comes to men and women, I would like to say that if all women in this world come out to do things like men, Where will there be so many wars and killings? Just wait and see, in a few years, our Chinese women will come out to study and work, and there will naturally be more and more gentlemen, and the world will become better and better. Only when there is kindness and peace, can there be hope for better and better things.”

After finishing speaking, Feng Jiu raised his head and walked to the guest house, planning to pack up his things and then call a car from the military department to buy a train ticket and leave; even if there is no car, it doesn't matter, at worst, he walked, since Zhuozhou is not very big anyway, Not too far from the train station.

Deceiving too much.

But Feng Jiu was also dizzy with anger, and didn't even think about whether there are still trains that can operate normally now, who can sell her a ticket?
Before taking a few steps, Feng Jiu was hugged—it's so annoying, it happens every time.

She began to scratch Ning Zheng's arm, but she still avoided the back of his hand carefully, let alone scratching his face: for the kind of quarrel with her husband who scratches the other's face, the husband can only shirk as being raped. It is the kind of family farce caught by wild cats or ignorant children at home, so you can imagine the stupid things that make Ning Zheng a joke of the military tomorrow morning, of course Feng Jiu disdains it, it is a performance.

Ning Zheng quickly sensed Feng Jiu's thoughts, with mixed feelings in his heart, he could only pull back her slender but tenacious body that was rushing forward again and again, and then hugged her tightly in his arms.

"I said something wrong, I... I am ignorant, I have forgotten my ancestors, you are right... Thank you for your guidance." Ning Zheng whispered, revealing a humbleness that he could not even detect in his voice.

Feng Jiu was surprised, since she got married, she didn't doubt Ning Zheng's feelings for her—although her response was always reserved, it was due to her cautious nature—but this did not eliminate her feelings for Ning Zheng. A bad impression is his deep-rooted contempt for women. Now that he has finally seized the opportunity to correct his deviation, he naturally cannot let it go lightly.

But... the way Ning Zheng is now, is this what a person looks like in front of the so-called love?Of course you should admit your mistakes, but a person who has always been arrogant and arrogant, just lost his self-esteem and lost his pride?If he was in his position and tampered with his heart, Feng Jiu asked himself that he couldn't do it.

Seeing her soften, Ning Zheng seized the opportunity to hug her and go back to the guest house: How could he agree with Feng Jiu leaving like this, arguing and saying goodbye?He's an idiot for doing that.

But the conditions here are really tough, so the two of them let go of the festival and stayed together for three days in peace. Feng Jiu didn't say anything, and Ning Zheng was reluctant to let her stay any longer, so he packed her up and sent her to Telai. Pick up her special train here.

Fu Yisheng was arrested without a fight, but the old man didn't let him go directly. In addition, Ning Zheng admired his military talent very much, so he was put under house arrest in a commoner's house in Baoding before making plans.

After a long time, the Ning army inevitably relaxed its vigilance, so just after March, Fu Yisheng stole someone's bicycle with his camera, and rode leisurely to the east to the bare farmland, ran away, ran away...

As for abandoning the car and fleeing later, people contacted Tianjin, secretly summoned the old department, and got in touch with the general headquarters of the Jin army. Even after the old commander was defeated, Fu Yisheng led his troops into Tianjin and became the Tianjin garrison commander. Again.

At that time, Ning Zheng just returned to Fengtian, and Feng Jiu looked at this small report in the "Fengtian Times" and asked Ning Zheng in confusion: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Ning Zheng responded easily: "How do you say?"

"In that remote rural area, how could a bicycle appear for no reason? Bicycles are not cheap." Feng Jiu once asked his elder brother to buy them, and he knew that even if they were made in China, they would cost more than 100 oceans. How could they be used by poor rural people? Affordable?
Ning Zheng was taken aback, he didn't expect his wife to even guess the truth about such things, so he pressed his index finger between her red lips pretending to be panicked, and let out a "shh".

"However, it's time for father to scold you again." Feng Jiu was a little worried for Ning Zheng, Ning Zheng smiled, and put her in his arms, "If you scold me harshly, go and intercede for me? Father listens to you the most... ..." Turning his head to kiss her blushing face, his voice gradually became low and inaudible.

The Battle of Zhuozhou was finally over, and Ning Zheng returned to Fengtian before the Chinese New Year.

The sky was getting late and gloomy, which was a sign of snow. Fengjiu suddenly wanted to go for a walk, so the couple drove to Feiying Alley without taking anyone with them.As soon as he entered the mansion, there was fine snow falling outside the window. Feng Jiu ran out of the house in surprise, closed his eyes and raised his head, letting the snow particles fall on his face, and stuck out his tongue to let the snow particles fall on it, and then Pressing it into his mouth, he felt the breath and taste of snow in the cold air.

Suddenly hearing a sharp howling sound, Feng Jiu opened her eyes, depressed into the reddened air, a swift gray figure swooped down suddenly, and was about to hit Feng Jiu's face door, she closed her eyes in fright At a glance, I know that this is the eagle that guards the house, guards the yard, hunts and announces the news.

Ning Zheng, who came out right behind her, let out a whistle, and saw that the figure slowed down abruptly in the air, then turned around flexibly, let out a clear whistle, and then jumped up into the air, vigorous and full of energy. Zhang Li's figure made people envious.Feng Jiu's eyes followed it closely, wishing he could also turn into an eagle, and follow it into the magnificent snowy sky full of dark clouds towering like mountains.

Ning Zheng had been watching Feng Jiu from behind just now, for fear that she would be frightened, only then did he realize that he was a little envious of the eagle: Why did Feng Jiu look at himself with such focused eyes?

"Why don't you take a look at me?" He hugged Feng Jiu tightly from behind, pressed against her cheek, and asked brazenly.

"You—?" Feng Jiu's tone fluctuated up and down, and the four tones turned and turned, but it was melodious like a spring warbler, "What's so interesting about you?" Feng Jiu pursed his lips and smiled. .

Ning Zheng continued with a cheeky face: "I am good-looking. Many people say that I am good-looking. If you take a few more glances, you may be able to tell."

Compared with being shameless, Feng Jiu will definitely lose.She smiled and avoided Ning Zheng's hand holding her face, and ran into the house.

All the servants in the small mansion had their annual leave, and the only old man who stayed to look at the house had just been dismissed happily.

The tiny snow particles quickly turned into heavy snow. Feng Jiu was held in Ning Zheng's arms, and the two sat together on the rosewood crane cushioned rocking chair in front of the living room window on the second floor. Quietly watch the snow fall, and listen to the snowflakes rustling on the ginkgo, sycamore, and crabapple trees, heavy and sticky, and soon you will hear the twigs being overwhelmed by the snow There was an intermittent sound, a dry branch covered with snow fell, and there was a sense of loneliness in an empty mountain with no people. The heavy snow sealed and isolated this two-story building, as if there were only the two of them between the sky and the earth. As if they can only depend on each other for life.

After a while, Ning Zheng spread the blankets on the floor. The room was very warm. In the living room, facing the window, was a Finnish-style brick fireplace that was burning with firewood and made a "beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep". Copper fence.Ning Zheng pulled Feng Jiu down, took off her clothes gently and firmly, and looked at her lying on the wool blanket, revealing her blubber-like skin, which was whiter than the most expensive wool blanket under her body .The flames of passion in Ning Zheng's eyes were so black that he took off his clothes and threw them aside casually, covering them heavily, rubbing the silky softness all over her body with vigor.

The red fire reflects the stacked young and beautiful carcasses, slender and petite, majestic and delicate. If this scene is seen by Paxton, the best portrait painter in the United States, he will be blocked I can't help but want to enter the painting immediately.

His hand wandered around, fanning the flames, doing all kinds of evil, Fengjiu couldn't resist, so he had to let this bully patiently teach her some new knowledge that she couldn't learn in books, maybe it was the snow outside, maybe it was this small mansion There is no one else but them, and her mind seems to be the same as that of the Haidongqing flying high in the sky, erratic, without restraint, scruples, and even shame. This time, it is different... She To her surprise, she hadn't really understood herself for so many years.

She pinched Ning Zheng's broad back with all her strength, and her sharp nails dug deep into his skin until she finally whimpered.

Ning Zheng kissed her sweat-drenched forehead, calming down his slightly overheated panting, he grabbed Feng Jiu's hand, Feng Jiu shook it off; grabbed it again, and shook it off again; Ning Zheng finally turned her over helplessly Go, hold her tightly, Feng Jiu's face flushed, I don't know how long it took, maybe it was very short, maybe it was very long, Ning Zheng let out a low growl like relief.

Ning Zheng has his own calculations: he is good at making use of the limited time together, controlling the rhythm, opening the door of lust to the treasure in his arms little by little, not too much at a time, but let her be familiar with his touch and comfort , to accept the responses of a mature body to normal desires.He diligently got up to clean up, carried her to the bedroom, put on the same color and style snow blue jacquard crepe de chine nightgowns that were specially left here for the two of them, and fell asleep soundly with the beautiful woman in his arms.

(End of this chapter)