But she soon discovered that she was wrong and that she was very wrong.

From the moment Zhu Wenzheng appeared in Cuiyue Tower, he seemed different. Although he was a romantic, he was just chanting poems and paintings, not a lie. At first Du Ziyi thought that all this was just his pretentious act, and his nature would be revealed over time.

But he went in and out of her boudoir for more than ten days and nights, and he did nothing but playing chess and drinking. When it was late at night, he left with his chest exposed. The scene that Du Ziyi was looking forward to had not appeared once in ten days.

As a result, Du Ziyi's heart began to feel turbulent. Zhu Wenzheng was young and had a pretty facial features. It was even more rare that he was the position of the Grand Governor of Hongdu at a young age. If he could be attracted by him, would he still use this place to laugh and accompany those rude and tasteless men all day long?

But I am interested and the man is ruthless. For several days, Zhu Wenzheng was not only playing chess but also listening to music. He didn't care about her appearance at all. This indifferent look of contempt immediately made Du Ziyi feel competing for victory. Seeing that he was about to walk out of this door again, he knew that he had passed tonight and didn't know when he would meet again tomorrow. He had tested it for more than a dozen nights, and success or failure was tonight.

Du Ziyi bit her red lips slightly, and suddenly her eyes flashed. She glanced at Zhu Wenzheng's face, as if she had made up some decision. She moved her lotus steps gently, and walked over with a faint fragrance. Her watery eyes turned blankly at Zhu Wenzheng with anger and resentment, and said, "Sir, I'm in and out of other people's boudoir every night, but I don't touch her. I don't know if I thought...?"

Zhu Wenzheng glanced at her chest with a smile, exhaled, and said, "What? Can the girl in purple be so impatient to serve her official position?"

Du Ziyi was a little shy when he looked at her hot gaze. She bit her silver teeth and said proudly: "Can you not accompany her anymore? You always leave so anxiously and never stay for a while. This makes her stay with her every night for nothing... Don't you feel sorry for her?"

Zhu Wen was looking at the charming woman in front of him. His heart moved for no reason. He quickly looked away from her seductive chest, smiled indifferently, and said, "Since the girl in purple has some requirements, I will sit for a while and then play a game of chess with the girl in purple?"

Du Ziyi giggled, the unique style was charming from the laughter. She walked forward, pulled Zhu Wenzheng's wrist with her wrist, pressed it on the bamboo chair, and handed a cup of ginseng tea to Zhu Wenzheng. Suddenly, her eyes flashed with a sly smile, and she giggled. Taking advantage of the moment when Zhu Wenzheng took the tea cup, she twisted her slender waist and raised her two buttocks slightly, and she sat in Zhu Wenzheng's arms. Her hands took the opportunity to pull it off, blocked his neck, and a rosy little mouth raised slightly, and came over.

"I don't believe you are Liu Xiahui..."

Zhu Wenzheng raised the teacup he had just taken with both hands, looked at the pair of rosy little mouths, licked his dry tongue, but surprisingly did not come up, but watched Du Ziyi's performance with a smile.

Seeing that Zhu Wenzheng did not take the initiative to greet him, Du Ziyi was slightly stunned, hummed, gritted her teeth, and suddenly pounced forward. As a result, the two chests on her chest that were about to come out made a "bang" sound, and pressed them forward. They were plump, upright, round, and full of elasticity. Du Ziyi narrowed her eyes and looked at Zhu Wenzheng, and a sense of pride surged in her eyes.

Zhu Wenzheng frowned slightly, and a sense of indifference flowed out of his eyes. He snorted coldly, raised his hands high, threw the teacup casually, and pushed the charming person in his arms hard, and said coldly: "Miss Du, please respect yourself!"

Du Ziyi didn't feel Zhu Wenzheng's anger at all. She was still in his arms, sitting upright between his buttocks, unable to help but press forward, holding his neck, and smiling: "Sir, why bother? I heard that Hongdu is about to fight. Once this war starts, I don't know when it will end. Why should I take this opportunity to relax!"

Seeing that Zhu Wenzheng still refused to respond, her eyes turned and she laughed and said, "Sir, are you worried that your colleagues will know and be impeached? Please rest assured, although Ziyi is a brothel woman, she also knows a little about the officialdom. After tonight, Ziyi will never tell anyone about it? Are you still worried?"

The beauty in Zhu Wenzheng's silent arms gradually rose on his face, as if he was deliberately enduring.

Du Ziyi said quietly: "Adults come to their boudoir every night, but let them stay alone in the empty room every night... What's wrong with them...?" As she said that, she bit her red lips lightly, looked at Zhu Wenzheng with resentment, blushing, and showed the shame of her daughter's house: "This is the first time I have met a young man who thinks of adults so young... a handsome young man, a man... I saw the adults for the first time, and the appearance of the adults was reflected in their hearts. They were sleeping and remembered them from time to time? They knew that the adults had been here for more than ten nights, and after tonight... I am afraid that the adults would not come... I am so happy with the adults. You want them...?"

After Du Ziyi finished speaking, she pouted her mouth and leaned over Zhu Wenzheng's face.

Under the light, the beauty entered her arms. The pair of soft breasts in the proud hall squeezed Zhu Wenzheng's chest from time to time, her plump and elastic buttocks, her skin that could be broken by blowing breath, her charming face as bright as peach blossoms, her breath was as tender as orchids, and her tenderness. Since ancient times, several men can withstand such a gentle place, but Zhu Wenzheng can withstand that, there is no slight desire in his eyes at this moment. He gently pushed the beauty in his arms.

"Miss purple-clothed... I am not here... Please respect yourself..." With a cold shout, Zhu Wenzheng's body had already floated away from the bamboo chair and strode out the door.

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Chapter completed!