The only downside is that there are no children there.

If there were children here, how lively it would be, it would be perfect.

Su Cheng, who was full of wine and food, leaned against the bed and squinted his eyes to take a nap. Princess Changle sat in front of the dressing table, and Yingluo took off the jewelry pieces and put them in the jewelry box.

Princess Changle looked back at Su Cheng from time to time, her eyes full of happiness.

When Su Cheng was not around, even if Yingluo, Cuimo, Wu Yu and the maids were there, she felt deserted. Now that Su Cheng was just lying there, she felt that the room was full of vitality, and she felt that she felt very at ease and happy.

Princess Changle gently came to Su Cheng's side and sat down. Looking at Su Cheng's thin and rough face, she felt very distressed. She reached out and placed her hand on Su Cheng's head for a gentle massage, and said softly: "Are you very tired?"

"Tired? How could you be tired?"

Su Cheng felt the wine instantly awake. During the year he went to war, he missed the wonderful taste of Changle's body a lot. Although he was thrilling in the bathroom just now, the bedroom was comfortable and difficult to enjoy.

So, after Su Cheng said that, he turned over and pressed Changle under him. Changle let out a soft cry, but the soft cry was covered by the hissing sound.

The torn luxurious dresses fell on the ground one by one, very eye-catching.

While packing up jewelry, Yingluo, who heard the movement, couldn't help but be stunned when she looked at the torn dresses falling to the ground one by one.

Oh, this saves time taking off clothes.

However, it is her business to serve the princess and the grandfather to untire her clothes. Now the grandfather is fighting directly, so what should she do?

Help tear it?

The problem is that the master can tear it up, and it is not appropriate for her to tear it up.

Would you tear your own?

Yingluo looked down at her dress.

I don't want to bear it.

I don’t know how long it took, but the room finally calmed down.

Princess Changle was nestled limply in Su Cheng's arms, with a happy look on her face, but she felt a little guilty in her heart and said angrily: "You have been riding a horse all the way, you must be very tired. You should rest. You have come back. Why are you so anxious?"

Su Cheng reached out his hand, fiddled with her, and smiled and said, "This means I miss you!"

Princess Changle asked expectantly: "Then have you ever dreamed of me?"

Su Cheng smiled and said, "Of course I dreamed of it, often, and I was naked!"

"Light, naked? Why?" Princess Changle asked shyly.

"I miss my wife. This man has been holding on to it, but he doesn't have a dream." Su Cheng smiled.

Keep holding it? Have a spring dream? Princess Changle asked in confusion: "You keep holding it? Isn't there Jin Shengman? Didn't she be with you all the way?"

Su Cheng laughed and said, "What are you thinking? She is Princess Silla and is in the marching again."

Princess Changle couldn't help but wonder when she heard this. Could the letter be fake?

Thinking of this, Princess Changle struggled to support herself, looked at Su Cheng with her head tilted, and said softly: "Langjun, a few days ago, there were a few assassins, but they were not considered as assassins. They sent a letter with a flying knife."

"Flying Knife? Are you okay?" Su Cheng asked in surprise before he realized that he had touched every skin on Changle's body just now, but it was still so smooth and delicate, without scars. How could something happen?
Chapter completed!