[The dramatist, slow and wooden woman vs. The sullen and coquettish peacock man]
Everyone laughed at Song Yao for not overestimating his abilities.
Meng Huaian was so handsome and powerful. He was such a noble person. How could he put a merchant woman in his eyes?
While the rumors of wishful thinking were spreading, spring was already blooming in the tent in the deep courtyard.
Song Yao tried his best to coax Meng Huaian to take off his robe, but he never expected to fall into the hands of a row of buckles.
"It seems that you are not very good at it, why don't you do it for me?" Meng Huaian took her palm and put it to her lips, speaking softly.
Song Yao:? !
Later, it was spread all over the city that the cold-faced general, who was like the King of Hell, had been seduced by someone, and stayed behind people every day, never leaving.
Meng Huaian accommodated her in every possible way, kept a steady stream of rare and good things, and blocked all difficulties, big and small, for her.
Song Yao felt at ease and enjoyed all the preferential treatment. He just regarded it as a generous reward for the settlement of this strategy mission. He could spend his free time teasing his tool man, and his life was comfortable and worry-free.
Until in front of the Yellow Sand Formation, the enemy soldiers shouted in unison: "Your Highness!"
Only then did she see clearly that the docile and conniving general who was so diligent in conquering the enemy was actually the prince of the enemy country.
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At first, Meng Huaian was stingy in paying some attention to Song Yao, with the mentality of watching a drama, watching her deliberate flattery and clumsy tricks in the early stage with a cold eye.
But he didn't know when he got up. When he saw Song Yao pretending to be intimate and turning around to talk and laugh with others, Meng Huaian's face became as heavy as water and he broke the pen in his hand.
He finally discovered that she was like this to everyone, and this unreasonable woman should be taught a lesson.
For the sake of the royal family's reputation, and to punish this daring bad guy, Meng Huaian untied his robe and was held down by someone.
Every day, he taught Song Yao little by little what heartbeat and preference were, but before his heart could learn it, he ran away first.
Small theater:
On the sixth day of escape, Taihu Lantern Festival. Song Yao retreated into the canoe: "Boatman, please paddle faster!"
The old boatman showed a pair of sharp-jointed hands and held on to the oar pole: "I wonder where you want to go, girl?"
Just as Song Yao was about to respond, he raised his eyes and met those familiar eyebrows.
"Who allowed you to start chaos and finally give up?"
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Shuangjie 1V1｜The growth of the heroine｜Including past and present lives｜Low system share and no golden finger
Intention: Do not destroy or establish
