Chapter 244: Awake and in power, drunken and in the lap of a beauty



After transporting a thousand elite musketeers to the border, Chu Yuening continued to arrange the transportation of military rations.

After all, the daily consumption of an army of 300,000 is extremely terrifying.

In addition to instant noodles, she also prepared grains such as corn, dried sweet potatoes, dried meat, as well as seasonings such as salt, sugar, and soy sauce.

Of course, people need to eat and horses need to eat grass, so fodder is also indispensable, which is also the origin of the term "food and fodder".

The truck convoy went back and forth, which made Ma Fei and others very tired.

Fortunately, another group of drivers came out to take over from them, which gave them a sigh of relief.

By mid-October, all military rations and ammunition had been delivered to the border, leaving only medical supplies and military doctors.

As the sun sets in the west, in the inner hall of Zhangtai Palace.

Chu Yuening fiddled with the abacus quickly, her slender fingers almost leaving afterimages, and there were piles of thick account books on the desk.

After checking the last account, she casually put down the abacus, slumped in her chair, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"call--"

"Finally, the food and grass transportation issue has been resolved!"

"Hmm~"

She raised her hands above her head, leaned back, and stretched her stiff muscles. Her posture was cute and adorable, like a kitten stretching.

Ying Zheng looked at her lovingly, with a gentle glint in his phoenix eyes.

He put the brush aside, stood up, walked to the other side, picked up the petite girl, and held her in his arms.

"Yuening has worked hard and made great contributions. Let me rub your fingers to relieve you."

The man's chin rested on the top of her head, his voice was low and clear, and his slender and powerful hands kneaded her knuckles.

The strength in his hands was just right. Chu Yuening squinted her eyes comfortably, enjoying the service of the handsome man happily.

Ying Zheng held his wife's delicate hand and massaged it carefully. When he noticed the redness and swelling on her fingertips, a look of distress flashed across his eyes.

He leaned over and lowered his head, kissed the delicate fingertips tenderly, and opened his thin lips slightly.

"Yuening, leave the rest to me."

"No, the only thing left is the medical treatment, which will be taken care of soon."

Chu Yuening raised her head and looked sideways at the man, placed her bare hands on his angular face, and shook her head in refusal.

A Zheng's work was no less difficult than hers. In addition to being busy with the war, he also had to deal with daily government affairs.

Seeing that the man's brows were still furrowed, she turned around, put her arms around his neck, kissed his lips, and acted sweetly and coquettishly.

"A Zheng, please rub my waist again. It's so sore from sitting for so long."

"good."

Ying Zheng smiled helplessly, put his big hand into the hem of her clothes, pinched her slender waist, and gently massaged it.

The warm palms circled around the waist, and the fingertips with thin calluses gently pinched and twisted it, and the sour feeling gradually turned into comfort and pleasure.

"Hmm...comfortable..."

Chu Yuening couldn't help but moan softly. She lay on the man's chest, her beautiful eyes half closed, her red lips slightly parted, and her rosy face exuding a seductive and charming charm.

The alluring look of his young wife made Ying Zheng's eyes darken. His deep phoenix eyes locked tightly on her, and the fire that had been accumulating in his belly for many days could no longer be suppressed.

Yue Ning was very busy these days. As soon as she returned to Qinian Palace, she looked after her children, washed up, and went to bed early.

He felt sorry for his wife and naturally didn't want to let her go, so he could only rely on his willpower to restrain himself and endure.

Danger was approaching quietly, but Chu Yuening, who was enjoying a massage, was completely unaware of it and was still sighing to herself.

"No wonder men like to 'hold the empire while awake, and lie drunkenly on the lap of a beautiful woman'!"

"Tsk tsk... This feeling is beyond the imagination of outsiders."

"Hehe, beauty...we women like it too~"

Hearing the woman's intoxicated murmur, Ying Zheng's face suddenly darkened, and a storm gathered in his ink-like pupils.

He moved his big palm upwards, holding the soft jade with his tiger's mouth. His five fingers with distinct joints seemed to be sunk into a cloud, soft, smooth and a little elastic.

Before the woman could react, he leaned close to her ear and whispered in his voice, soft as the wind, not like a question but more like a coaxing.

"Which beauty does Yue Ning like?"

"Only children make choices. Adults, of course, make all the choices...ah!"

Chu Yuening answered without thinking, but before she could finish her words, she felt a tingling sensation in her sensitive area, and she couldn't help but cry out.

Ying Zheng's hand movements were free and graceful, like a musician plucking the strings of a musical instrument.

He took the woman's small earlobe into his mouth, nibbled it, and then a tone came out of his throat nonchalantly.

"Um?"

The surging tide of emotions spread from top to bottom, Chu Yuening's delicate body trembled slightly, her bright eyes were misty, and a hazy red flickered at the corners of her eyes.

She tried to push the man away powerlessly, but his strong body was as immovable as a mountain, so she could only cry and beg for mercy.

"Oh...A Zheng...I was wrong..."

Seeing that the man was unmoved, she kissed him on the neck in a flattering manner and timidly expressed her feelings.

"I only like the beautiful A Zheng. Anyone else is nothing to me."

(Beauties: Are we also part of your play?)

"Um."

Although the title of "Great Beauty" was a bit strange, Ying Zheng's expression eased a little, but he did not intend to give up.

He had been with Yue Ning for many years and had long understood her nature of liking beautiful women. Her admiration for him was probably due to his appearance.

Therefore, in order to prevent some shameless pretty boys from approaching, he must teach Yue Ning a lesson today.

Ying Zheng pulled the woman closer, their two bodies pressed so tightly together that the scorching heat penetrated through her clothes and continuously ironed her skin.

The strength of the big palm gradually increased, and the smooth and soft snow-white skin overflowed from between the fingers, and the rough thin calluses caused waves of unspeakable tremors.

"Don't...A Zheng...don't do it here..."

Chu Yuening was breathing lightly, her fair little face was flushed, a few tears of shame welled up in her beautiful eyes, and her soft and sweet tone seemed to be reluctant but also welcoming.

The woman's pitiful pleading voice reached his ears, and Ying Zheng raised his head from somewhere soft and fragrant, with a layer of ambiguous crystal on his thin lips.

"Yuening, there's no need to be shy. No one dares to trespass."

"No, don't... go back, okay?"

Chu Yuening used up the last bit of her rationality, tried to open her eyes wide, and pleaded pitifully.

The tears at the corners of the beauty's eyes rolled down onto her jade-like face, making her look truly pitiful and delicate, like a pear blossom in the rain.

Ying Zheng kissed Little Pearl lovingly, the desire in his phoenix eyes becoming increasingly intense, until it devoured the last trace of his calm and composure.

He whispered soothingly, his magnetic and mellow voice was as reassuring as ever, but it concealed a bewitching and intoxicating intent.

"Don't be afraid, Yue Ning, leave everything to me."

The palace was filled with the atmosphere of spring, with people making love and having sex.

It was so quiet outside the hall that you could hear a pin drop.

Hearing the intense sound that made them blush and their hearts beat fast, all the palace maids lowered their heads at the same time, but their ears became redder than each other.

Zhao Gao stared silently at the bricks under his feet. The warm spring breeze blew across his temples, but he felt the bleakness of the autumn wind instead.

Oh, God! If he is guilty, please let him be reincarnated soon.

Instead of enduring this torment.

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