The treacherous minister under the skirt (taking by force) ( Mtl

5.2

Shen Ni's face suddenly became extremely ugly. Shen Zhaodu turned his face so that he could look at her calmly. A storm was brewing in his deep eyes.

"If you were his only wife..." He leaned forward again and pressed Shen Ni on the futon, slowly twitching the painful device, and finally thrust deeply, and ejaculated into her hole again.

"Why are you lying under me again and being fucked?"

This time the raised palm did not fall on Shen Zhaodu's face. He held it with one hand and pulled Shen Ni back to him.

Just as he was about to speak, there were several uneasy knocks on the dilapidated wooden door, and the people outside whispered: "Captain, the palace door is about to be unlocked, it's time for us to leave."

The Twelve Guards are the imperial guards. If you are still outside the palace when the palace gate is closed, you will inevitably be heavily involved.

Shen Zhaodu pulled himself out, and white turbid liquid immediately flowed out from the trembling hole. The gray futon was soaked in large areas, and even the air was filled with the smell of sex.

The fronts of all Shen Ni's clothes were torn into rags by him, and the spring beauty inside was revealed, making people's hearts sway with just one glance.

Sensing his unruly gaze, Shen Ni broke away from his hand, folded his clothes, and exhorted: "Captain, it's better to leave early, otherwise the palace gate will be closed and you and the imperial army will disappear, waiting for the emperor to plot." For the crime of rebellion, your nine clans will be punished."

Shen Zhaodu smiled and said nothing, stood up, picked up his cloak, threw it on her, and walked out of the palace wearing only his official robe.

The hot temperature was withdrawn, the palace door was opened a crack, and the cold mountain wind blew into the spacious hall. Shen Ni couldn't help but shudder, and without being pretentious, she put the large cloak on her shoulders.

Not long after, Shen Zhaodu opened the door again and came in. Shen Ni was about to hold the incense table and stand up, but the legs were swollen from the friction, and her two thin white legs were trembling pitifully, so weak that she almost fell down.

"What's the rush?" Shen Zhaodu stepped forward and put his arms around her waist to help her up. "Put on your clothes and I'll take you back to the Marquis Mansion."

Shen Ni pushed his chest away: "You go back to your palace, what do you have to do with me, get out of here!"

Seeing that she was about to resist again, Shen Zhaodu's face darkened. Regardless of the fact that his official robe was still open, he grabbed it with one hand, lifted Shen Ni up by the waist and walked out of the hall.

"Shen Zhaodu, why are you crazy? I am already a married woman. Do you still have the right to seize it?"

Shen Zhaodu has been on the battlefield all year round and has strong muscles. For him, this struggle is just an itch and he doesn't take it seriously.

In the dark of night, the imperial guards who were brought up the mountain lined up in two rows in front of Sanqing Hall. When they saw Shen Zhaodu coming out, they all turned their backs and did not dare to overstep.

The horse was tied in front of the court. He held the reins with one hand, stepped on the stirrups with his feet, and clamped Shen Ni in his arms to get on the horse in one breath.

After sitting firmly, he held Shen Ni in front of him and pressed her face to his chest to cover it: "You take people back to the palace first, I will come later."

The subordinate clasped his fists and said yes, handed him the riding whip and respectfully sent him off.

"drive--"

There was a crack of the whip, the horse screamed in pain, raised its hooves and galloped away.

The fierce wind kept brushing against her ears, and Shen Zhaodu whipped her horse again. The bumps and howling wind were like raging beasts. She could only tightly hook the neck of the person in front of her, and get closer to seek protection.

Shen Zhaodu lowered his head to look at the man huddled in the cloak, and his smile became even more unrestrained.

"Scared?"

Shen Ni didn't respond to him and closed her eyes tighter.

"Don't be afraid, even if you fall, I will still be at the bottom."

After saying that, the hand holding her behind tightened a little, and the hot chest pressed against her cold face, and even the steady and strong heartbeat could be heard clearly.

The sun had already set, and there was no light in the mountains. Shen Ni poked out a pair of eyes and looked back. There were still a few scattered torches under the towering gate of the Taoist temple, but as the distance became farther and farther, they gradually melted and disappeared in the night.

"I will send someone to carry your things back to the Marquis Mansion."

"No need."

The rejection was so sudden and painful that Shen Zhaodu lowered his eyes. Shen Ni in his arms had a meek look on her face, her gaze always falling on the void behind her: "I will come back here."

She raised her eyes and looked directly into his eyes with a cold light: "Definitely."

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