noffsinger Chapter 309: Women are weak, how can they last long?
Chapter 309: Women are weak, how can they last long?
The little girl asked questions when she didn't understand. During dinner, she sat on her father's lap and expressed her concern. Qin Xiuyuan felt so happy. What a lovely and adorable daughter she was. He lowered his head and touched her forehead. "How could that be? Daddy is not tired."
Afraid that the little girl's intelligence might harm her health, he rubbed her little head and said, "You can tell Mom and Daddy if you have anything in the future."
The father and daughter were whispering to each other. The fat boy was the last to realize what was happening. He pulled Wangshu, his fat face slightly sad, "Daddy likes my sister more!"
"Your father took you for a walk for a whole day yesterday, but only took your sister for half a day." Wangshu pinched his bright sadness as he tilted his head at a 45-degree angle. Only then did you realize that you were her silly son!
Sooner or later he has to accept this cruel reality. Wangshu wants to point out that people are different in many ways and cannot be measured from the single perspective of fatherly love. "Look, you eat five buns, and your sister eats two..."
The fat man mistakenly thought he was disliked because he ate too much, "I did eat too much..."
"You have a little one, but your sister doesn't..."
The mother continued to speak, and the fat man suddenly felt that the mother had taken a fancy to his little penis. He covered it with his hands and blurted out: "Not for my sister! Not for my sister!"
"Hahaha!" Wangshu almost laughed out loud. Qin Xiuyuan, who was very observant, thought that his son was self-aware the moment before, but now he felt that he was overestimating himself.
That little knuckle, his mother disliked, his sister didn't want it. He glanced at his master, his eyes clear: How could such a son become a useful person?
Old Tang tried to hold back his laughter, veins popping out on his forehead. The young master was sometimes so silly and cute, he looked blankly in the eyes.
Wangshu pinched her pale face, "It's yours, you can't run away. Mother wants you to stop comparing yourself to your sister, you two are different. When your sister was born," she opened her palms, "she was this small." She put her hands together and spread out her fingers, "You're already this big, and you became a brother first."
"So small?" He widened his eyes and compared himself, "My sister is so small?!"
"Yes, you were holding your sister in your mother's belly the whole time. After you came out, your father was the first one to hold you." Wangshu whispered in his ear: "When you were born, you were still holding your sister in your hand! How amazing!"
As expected, Qin Xiuyuan could imagine without turning his head that the fat man who was about to cry just now was now his son with a straight back, a round belly and upturned nostrils, with an arrogant look of "I am very cool and I am terribly strong".
He understood that his daughter was tired.
Old Tang was happy. The young master from the post station came to him and took the initiative to practice horse stance. Although the little guy couldn't learn to look straight ahead and naturally looked down on people, he was willing to endure the hard training and was a good kid.
"Keep your eyes straight ahead." My mentor would remind me from time to time.
The arrogant fat man pouted and reluctantly straightened his neck. Tang Bo smiled. Even at his age, he had a bad taste.
The four legs of the bed in the inn were uneven. Qin Xiuyuan put old cloth on the contact points and made the bed. He turned around and opened his arms to show his appearance like a male in the animal world who had built a nest with a branch... Ahem, he had a tall figure, and motioned for the person wearing a strapless long dress with exposed shoulders to come over. A wolf travels thousands of miles to eat meat, and this person cannot afford to be hungry.
"Hurry up, it hurts me because it takes too long."
Qin Xiuyuan, who never deliberately delayed, said that he would try harder and said, "Okay." The ridiculous thing happened that afternoon when he returned home. Later, due to new injuries and old pains, the woman's walking posture was not right for several days.
The wooden bed was too light to bear any stress and it creaked after a few seconds. The two of them were so embarrassed that they put their hands on their faces. The man picked up the woman. It was a completely unfamiliar environment, surrounded by full guards. There was a rebellious pleasure in doing something that was known to be wrong. It was also this kind of fast speed and passion of going up and down, which was very cool and exciting.
The man had been very unrestrained the night before entering the city, which was quite tiring. When Wangshu was woken up, she had to look at the capital that had been there for thousands of years. She went to bed late and got up early, and even if gold fell from the sky, she would not be able to get up. She was so sleepy that she waved her hands, turned over and continued to sleep.
The man was helpless. She had clearly requested a wake-up call. So what? Being able to eat and sleep was a blessing.
Li Xin led the crowd to welcome him.
"Welcome General!"
"Welcome General!"
"Welcome General!"
Facing the rising sun, light appeared. Qin Xiuyuan rode alone on a horse and took the lead. The armored soldiers in front of him knelt on one knee. Behind him, the carriage was ready. Everyone bowed and shouted three times respectfully. A new day and everything new began.
The two ponies at his side each carried a young child steadily. The fat man looked at all this in amazement, looked forward, then twisted his neck to look back. The younger sister turned her head to look at her father who was standing tall and unmoved facing the rising sun, blinked, as if she understood something.
Wangshu was woken up at the last moment by the shock of the tsunami, and lay down to feel it. The devilish sounds pierced her ears from front and back. She covered her ears and saw Xiaoqing kneeling on the side with her hands down, while she was still lying straight... She felt sick and finally got up and asked to change clothes.
She wore a crimson, cross-collared, floor-length gown, accessorized with simple pearls and jade pendants, and covered in powder. The carriage moved slowly, with occasional conversations emanating from both sides. Xiaoqing remained calm, her brows fixed, her hands steady. Wangshu let her dress, only frowning when she tightened her belt, "Loosen it up."
Xiaoqing nodded, the love affair never stopped, the man loved to touch the thin waist, and the lady's waist was covered with dense five-finger prints.
"Madam, you need to take care of that thing." The general was here, and the two of them had been fighting too fiercely. Women are naturally delicate, and how could such a long and brutal treatment of their flowers last?
Wangshu heard this and subconsciously covered his stomach with his hands. The place was aching slightly from the hard work and his stomach felt uncomfortable. When the man came over and lifted the window, he saw this scene and looked at him with concern, "Shushu."
She looked like a decent person and pretended to be nothing. The man reached out from the front of the carriage and hugged her around the waist. She sat steadily on the front saddle of the double saddle, with the tail of her robe hanging naturally at her side. The man controlled the horse with one hand and held her waist with the other. To the onlookers, it looked like a hero and a beauty riding together.
As the sky brightened, a pair of children rode slowly in front of them, looking down from their high vantage points. Wangshu folded his hands in front of his abdomen, his back straight, his hairband fluttering, and observed the main street he was passing and the people crouching down as if nothing had happened.
Most of the people who had gathered to watch early in the morning wore simple cloth, turbans, and shoes and socks. They were thin, and among them were quite a few who were clearly foreigners, with thick beards. The clatter of horses' hooves and the rumble of wheels were accompanied by the clatter of footsteps. Occasionally, there was a whisper, and if one or two of them looked up, they would be frightened into crouching even lower.
The street-facing houses on both sides are generally taller and larger than those in Luoyang, with high roofs, flying animals on the eaves, red walls and green tiles, showing the unique grandeur and luxury of the dynasty's capital. The sky is soft and blue, the view is long, and the soldiers are endless.
The Imperial Palace had been burned, looted, and destroyed many times, and needed repairs. The group slowly stopped in front of a large and famous mansion. The plaque reading "General Guarding the Nation" was still fresh. Li Xin raised his hand, and the soldiers on both sides stood in awe and knelt in unison. The sound of their armor clashing against each other was crisp and cold. "Welcome, General! Welcome, Madam!"
"rise."