Chapter 110 Putting on the dragon robe and wearing the crown, Wu Qining hurriedly arrived at the last moment.
Putting on the dragon robe and wearing the crown, Wu Qining hurriedly arrived at the last moment.
After the morning court as usual, she could not wait any longer and summoned Song Shiwei to Yongning Palace on the pretext of government affairs.
"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you." Song Shiwei, who was wearing a crimson official robe, was pulled up by Wu Qining before she could finish her salute. Wu Qining put his arms around her waist and held her on his lap.
He pinched her jaw and kissed her again and again. It was not until Song Shiwei patted her with a red face that she finally let go reluctantly. He put his head on her and nuzzled her.
His bony fingers rested on her head, with the fingertips slightly bent, hugging her with restraint.
Song Shiwei turned her head away, revealing her earlobe that was as red as blood. Even though it was rubbed by her and became a little sticky, she just bit her lips lightly and swallowed all the moans.
As she was pushing him, Wu Qining became displeased with the official robe that was neatly worn on her, so she used some force to tear it off.
The skin below the neck was sickly pale, and the collarbone was sunken like a rock eroded by wind and snow. When Wu Qining stirred it earlier, the area around the rubbing of the fabric had already formed a circle of fine red marks, which was particularly glaring against the pale skin.
With her calloused fingers gently stroking, Wu Qining leaned forward and kissed her again and again. I thought it would fade away quickly, but it turned even redder under her mouth.
"Master, your body is so fragile that even the slightest touch will leave marks."
Behind the layers of curtains, a figure was leaning against the bedpost, holding his head with both hands. His slender waist was firmly restrained, unable to escape for a moment.
A figure was kneeling beside him, hunched over, his head shaking from time to time.
The teeth rolled over the skin through the thin undergarment, leaving fine wrinkles on the undergarment, like dark clouds rolling before a rainstorm, and rolled over again.
The hot breath penetrated the wet undershirt and hit the slightly trembling body. Song Shi shivered slightly, and the hand holding her head softened and softened. The sweat dripped down her collarbone and mixed with saliva to wet her undershirt.
Wu Qining curiously stretched out her hand to rub and pull it, but it seemed not to be afraid of her. It swelled a little more arrogantly and glared at her several times.
So cute.
Wu Qining opened her eyes wide and praised it. She wanted it to be cuter. It would be best if it was like this when it saw her, without her having to say hello.
Leaning on Song Shiwei's trembling chest, Wu Qining raised his white teeth. Through the almost invisible barrier, his teeth repeatedly grinded the hot flesh underneath. The outline of the teeth marks appeared faintly under the cloth, revealing dark, moist marks.
The corners of her slightly red eyes were filled with water vapor, and the scattered hair on her forehead was soaked with sweat. She couldn't bear it anymore, so she pushed her head out, but Wu Qining didn't let go. He talked a lot.
"Well, Your Majesty..."
She whimpered, and the arm holding her head completely lost its strength, drooping on the couch, tightly grasping the quilt. A tear fell from the corner of her eye, hitting Wu Qining's face.
I thought Wu Qining would feel pity when she saw this, but she was stunned for a moment, and her pupils suddenly burst into hot sparks. The tiny lights were like fireflies quenched by phosphorus, surging in her eyes like a prairie fire.
The red skin at the corners of her eyes was reflected and seemed hot, like a burning gauze, wrapped in an almost paranoid heat, shining on Song Shiwei's trembling body.
It was the first time she had seen the Grand Tutor like this. She was so weak and vulnerable, as if if she exerted a little force, she would be defeated and could only be imprisoned under her body and slaughtered by her.
The boiling blood rushed in his veins like magma, and every beat was like the beating of a drum, making his eardrums buzz.
She clearly saw the pain in her heart and eyes. She wanted to bully her even harder, so that she would cry... and be dragged back little by little by her.
She wanted to press her down on the dragon couch, in the government palace, on the sedan chair, in the bathtub...all the places where they had memories, and turn her over and over...
She wanted to carve their love into everything in Taifu's daily life, so that she would think of her wherever she went.
Remembering how she cried under her, trembling and begging for mercy under her.
"I'm not satisfied yet, Master, can you hold on a little longer?" Wu Qining coaxed in a hoarse voice as he kissed away the tears from the corners of Song Shiwei's eyes with his hot and wet lips.
She had to restrain herself more and more, otherwise she would scare the tutor away.
Although she didn't know, if the Grand Tutor ran away at this moment, she would go crazy and lock her in the Yongning Palace. From then on, she would be stripped of her clothes, and all those instruments would be used on her, embedded in her body, so that she would not be able to think of anything except looking at her with tears in her eyes.
"Your Majesty, I am your tutor. You...you should not bully me like this." Seeing Wu Qining's head coming closer again, Song Shi's face flushed slightly, her eyebrows raised slightly, and her narrow eyes revealed a cold watery light. She tried hard to keep a stern face and uphold her dignity as a tutor.
However, the cold voice was trembling, which reduced the value of everything.
Wu Qining was stunned for a moment and swallowed.
She had to ask the Imperial Astronomical Office to calculate an auspicious date so that she could marry the Grand Tutor as soon as possible. By then, she would make sure that the Grand Tutor, who looked like this, could not get out of bed.
"But I see that the Grand Tutor quite likes what I do." Under the disheveled official robe, his underwear was faintly visible.
Wu Qining glanced down, his hot breath sprayed on her ear, she bit her ear and said something as if hinting at something.
"Wu Qining! Um..."
The official robe was lifted up slightly by her, and Wu Qining grabbed her struggling wrist with one hand, lifted it up, and pressed it against the bedpost.
With a snap, her bony wrist bones collided with hers, and she made her kneel on the bed, pressing down heavily with her knees.
Under Gao Yang's neck, Wu Qining lowered his head and kissed her collarbone.
She remembered that the story was told this way, but she didn't know if she was right.
"Master, if you feel uncomfortable, tell me."
This was the first time that Song Shiwei encountered such an uncontrollable situation. She was a little frightened and stared at the misty Wu Qining. She tried to open her eyes wide, as if she couldn't understand why her face was so blurry, so blurry that she couldn't see it clearly even when she was so close.
It took a long time, so long that her mind went blank and her pupils shrank and blurred. She realized that her eyes were foggy.
Wu Qining took the time to look up at Song Shiwei. The high ponytail tied neatly at the back of her head had become loose as her head kept pressing against the bedpost. Her hair was messily stuck to her face due to the sweat. Her narrow and majestic eyes completely collapsed. The corners of her eyes were red, and tears were spilling intermittently.
Wu Qining then breathed a sigh of relief and felt at ease. It seemed that the story was drawn correctly and the Grand Tutor liked it very much.
The fingers that were being held stretched out, struggling to break free, but Wu Qining held them even tighter, even using his knee to increase the force as a punishment.
Song Shiwei's teeth could no longer hold back his lips tightly. With his mouth slightly suspended in the air, a faint hum escaped from his lips, making Wu Qining's red face even redder.
The voice of the master is so beautiful and so tempting. She wants more. She thought so and said so to coax Song Shiwei to be louder.
With trembling lips, Song Shiwei shamefully buried his face in Wu Qining's head and bit her hair.
Ever since her body was destroyed by those noble families, she had to endure inexplicable pain in her body from time to time, and she got used to it after a while.
She thought she was very patient. Even when the child in her previous life stabbed her hundreds of times with a knife, she remained tough and didn't even cry out.
However, this feeling was completely different from the pain of being tortured to death, but she could not bear it for even a moment. With the sob suppressed in her throat and the corners of her eyes swollen, she trembled and said:
"Qining, you...please be gentle. I can't bear it."
"Master, are you feeling unwell?" Wu Qining observed her carefully for a while. Her pale cheeks looked especially rosy, and her brows, which usually frowned when she was in pain, were now relaxed and especially relaxed.
Since it doesn't hurt, just bear with it.
I never promised that I would lighten up.
The round knees were hidden under the dragon robe, along with the rough cloth. Song Shiwei's body trembled involuntarily.
An extremely rapid breath escaped from Song Shiwei's body. She bit Wu Qining's raised cheek hard, and her face was covered with tears.
Seeing Song Shiwei continuing to twitch, Wu Qining blinked, looked carefully at the wet bed for a while, and then put her down.
The force that was holding her wrist loosened, and Song Shiwei fell limply on the couch, curled up with his back hunched, twitching with his back to her. She cursed a few times while whimpering, but did not ignore her.
Wu Qining came forward, pulled Song Shiwei into his arms, patted her bony and trembling back again and again, and imitated what the previous Taifu had done, coaxing her like a child.
"Taifu, be good and stop crying, okay?"
After breathing heavily for a while, Song Shiwei raised his eyes tiredly and glanced at her.
She said in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, I want to report you. I want to report that your Majesty indulged in lust in broad daylight and delayed the affairs of state. I hope your Majesty will take this as a warning and never do the same again in the future."
Wu Qining raised his eyebrows, glanced at the candle that was barely burning, bit her lips lightly, and retorted confidently:
"It's not even a quarter of an hour yet. Even at this time in the past, I would just stay in Yongning Palace to rest. How can I delay the affairs of state?"
"It's because the Master's body is too weak. He can't even hold on for a quarter of an hour."
"You..." Song Shi opened her mouth slightly and suddenly turned her head away. She didn't want to argue with her about this.
Pushing Wu Qining's sticky head away, Song Shiwei came to his senses and stood up to tidy up his official robe.
She felt a little uncomfortable because of the stickiness on her body. She looked at her wrinkled and watery scarlet official robe with an unpleasant expression. She said coldly, "Your Majesty, how can I leave here in my official robe when you are like this?"
Wu Qining touched his nose and realized that the official robe was indeed not suitable for appearing in public.
"Grandmaster, how about you prepare some official robes in Yongning Palace in the future? I think this kind of thing will be inevitable in the future."
"Your Majesty has a very clear understanding of himself."
"Of course, Master, you will have to sleep with me on the couch often in the future." Wu Qining glanced at Song Shiwei who had his back to her, and raised her voice, emphasizing the two words.
"You're not a good person." Song Shiwei's face, which had retreated slightly, became red again.
"I only do this in front of the Grand Tutor." After a moment, the head came up again, and Wu Qining smiled happily at Song Shi.
"Grand Tutor is my wife, so I naturally miss her and I wish I could die on her."
"Your Majesty! Be careful with your words!"
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