Zhang Wuji carried the maid and returned to the house where he, Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Linger lived.
Zhang Wuji placed her in a small room.
After doing all this, Zhao Linger said, "You damn little girl, you ruined my good thing. I was just wanting to have a good sleep with the young master, but now you have delayed my good thing. My fun has been completely ruined by you."
Having said that, Zhao Linger still said to Zhang Wuji: "Young Master, you don't have to worry about this girl's affairs. We will march into Lanzhou in a few days. By then, we will never see this girl again."
Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "Then I'll have to trouble Miss Zhao."
Zhao Linger smiled and said, "We are all family, why are you being so polite?"
As she spoke, Zhao Linger once again pulled Zhang Wuji's arm.
She pulled Zhang Wuji out of the room.
Zhao Linger blushed and said to Zhang Wuji, "Well, sir, I really found a master yesterday and learned some massage techniques. You go to my room and rest for a while. I will find a doctor for this girl. Don't let her die in our house. After I find a doctor, I will come to you."
Zhang Wuji gave a wicked smile and whispered, "Good sister, you'd better hurry up and don't make your brother wait anxiously."
Zhao Linger also smiled charmingly: "Don't worry, my dear brother, I guarantee you will be satisfied today."
Zhou Zhiruo, who was standing by, only needed to take a look at the expressions on their faces to know what they were talking about.
It's nothing more than those shameful things.
But every time she thought of this, Zhou Zhiruo felt a little angry.
She also couldn't understand why she didn't have the same kind of sexiness as Zhao Linger.
…
A moment later, Zhao Linger found a doctor.
After taking the girl's pulse, the doctor said to Zhao Linger, "Madam, this girl's internal injuries are serious and have damaged all five internal organs. But fortunately, it's not too late to treat her now. I will prescribe a prescription for you. After resting for a while, maybe she will be fine."
Zhao Linger took out a gold coin from her pocket and said, "Thank you for your help. You can open the pharmacy with peace of mind. Even if you kill this girl, we won't blame you."
After the doctor wrote the prescription, Zhao Linger threw it to Zhou Zhiruo without even looking at it, and also threw her a gold coin: "Good sister, I leave this girl to you. Your brother Wuji and I have some important things to do."
Zhou Zhiruo looked at Zhao Linger in surprise: "Old woman, what are you thinking about? Why should I take care of this girl? I wish she would die soon."
Zhao Linger laughed: "Actually, I also wanted her to die, but this girl is lucky. Just think of it as accumulating some good karma for your sister. It's been so long, and there's still no movement in your sister's belly. Maybe if you do some good deeds, your sister will get pregnant."
After Zhao Linger said this, she left.
Looking at Zhao Linger's back, Zhou Zhiruo was so angry that she could hardly speak.
You can't get pregnant, and you still want me to help you accumulate some merit. Zhang Wuji and I have been together much longer than you, and I couldn't get pregnant. You still want to get pregnant? It's impossible.
Having said that, Zhou Zhiruo also reacted.
Zhou Zhiruo thought to herself, "I am doing good deeds for myself. If I want to have a child, I will be the first one to get pregnant. Even if you get pregnant first, it will definitely be a girl. You, an old woman, want to be the queen and want your child to inherit Zhang Wuji's throne. It's impossible."
Zhou Zhiruo took the prescription and went to get the medicine.
But Zhao Linger ushered in her happiest moment.
Zhao Linger never pretends in front of Zhang Wuji, especially when they are alone together. It may be because Zhao Linger has been single for too long, so her lustfulness is even comparable to Zhang Wuji's.
On the surface, it was Zhang Wuji who wanted it, but in fact, Zhao Linger also longed for it in her heart.
…
Zhao Linger opened the door of her room.
But there was no sign of Zhang Wuji in the room.
Zhao Linger was puzzled for a moment: "Good brother, good brother, where have you been? Do you want to play hide-and-seek with your sister?"
Zhao Linger had just finished saying this when two strong hands hugged her tightly from behind.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Linger felt an itchy sensation on her neck.
Zhao Linger said with a smile: "Good brother, you are so naughty hiding behind the door."
Zhao Linger tilted her neck slightly. She could already feel the warmth of Zhang Wuji's lips.
She wanted to make Zhang Wuji feel more comfortable.
After Zhang Wuji kissed Zhao Linger's neck hard several times, he couldn't wait to say, "Sister, you really make me so greedy."
Zhang Wuji's hands had begun to become dishonest.
Before he knew it, Zhang Wuji had torn off Zhao Linger's belt, and the two scimitars on her waist had long been thrown aside by Zhang Wuji.
However, just when Zhao Linger was about to give in, she suddenly said.
"No, good brother, please wait a moment. I really learned a few moves from a masseur yesterday. Let's do our thing later. Let me serve you first."
Zhang Wuji said: "My dear sister, it is not your turn to serve me, so I will serve you."
Zhao Linger laughed a few times at first, but she immediately said, "Good brother, after you finish serving your sister, how will your sister have the energy to serve you?"
Zhang Wuji still refused to give in.
Zhao Linger knew that if she let him continue to act so recklessly, everything she had learned from the massage master yesterday would be in vain.
Helpless, Zhao Linger could only calm herself down first.
Then she pretended to be angry and said, "Brother, does what my sister said have so little weight?"
"I asked you to lie down on the bed first, did you hear me?"
Zhang Wuji was surprised. At this time, Zhao Linger could still be so serious, which was enough to show that she really wanted to show him her skills.
Helpless, Zhang Wuji could only take off his coat and lie down on the bed obediently.
Zhao Linger smiled and said, "Good brother, isn't that right? Sister is not yet thirty years old. There will be good days ahead. Don't be so anxious all the time."
As she spoke, Zhao Linger also took off her coat.
She was wearing a layer of gauze, barefoot, and sat on Zhang Wuji's legs.
If Zhang Wuji dared to look back at this moment, he would definitely lose control of himself again.
…
Zhao Linger's hands are soft and skillful.
Zhang Wuji only felt an indescribable comfort on his back.
The most important thing is that this feeling is not only comfortable, but also has an itchy feeling.
The feeling was very wonderful. In just a moment, Zhang Wuji was free of all fatigue.
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