The Imperial Guard’s Revenge

When the time was approaching, there were children's cries from the courtyard. Fu Tingzhou woke up from his contemplation, he left the Wang family's ancestral house silently, and walked out.

The subordinates led the horses and waited under a dead tree on the side of the road. When they saw Fu Tingzhou come out, they were greatly relieved. The subordinates stepped forward and clasped their fists, exhaling white air and asked, "Master Hou, it's almost time, do you want to go back to the camp?"

Fu Tingzhou came here today purely to end his obsession. The Wang family and Wang Yanqing in it have nothing to do with each other. It would be meaningless for him to stay, so he nodded and said, "Go back."

The subordinates acted immediately, untied the reins from the tree, and respectfully brought Fu Tingzhou's horse. Fu Tingzhou took the reins. At this time, the New Year came, and firecrackers sounded one after another in the village behind him. The horse was startled by the loud noise, and shook its hooves uneasily. Fu Tingzhou restrained the horse with all his strength, raised his head, and looked at the stars in the sky.

Tonight, thousands of families are reunited, and Kyushu is happy. She has no blood relatives. What is she doing at this moment?

At this moment, Wang Yanqing was leaning against Lu Heng's arms, rubbing his eyes while complaining to Lu Heng: "Why didn't you wake me up?"

Lu Heng covered Wang Yanqing's ears and said, "There are no elders in the family, so you don't need to pay attention to keeping the old age. You slept well, so why bother."

Wang Yanqing was a little sleepy after cooking, and fell asleep accidentally. If there were no fireworks outside, Wang Yanqing would have slept until dawn. She had just woken up, her body was soft, and she was unable to resist being held in his arms by Lu Heng. Wang Yanqing was soft and boneless, leaning softly against Lu Heng's arm, Haitang was sleeping, the beauty was lazy, and even her voice had an involuntary hoarseness: "But the New Year's Eve dinner hasn't been eaten yet..."

When she said this, she remembered something and looked up at Lu Heng suspiciously: "Where's the New Year's Eve dinner?"

She had just woken up, her eyes were full of water, and the end of her eyes had a sullen redness, so half-open and half-closed hatred, it really made people fall in love to the core. Lu Heng was hooked by this look, and a dry feeling appeared all over his body, and the evil thoughts in his heart could hardly be suppressed. Lu Heng's Adam's apple moved slightly, and his eyes fell on her lips involuntarily: "It's still there."

"Really?" Wang Yanqing wasn't fully awake now, her logic was simple and straightforward, she looked at Lu Heng suspiciously, "Did you eat it yourself?"

Her questioning voice was hoarse and tender, and Lu Heng thought that he couldn't blame him for this, leaned over and took a bite on her lips, and said vaguely, "No."

Now he wants to eat another kind of New Year's Eve dinner.

Lu Heng's kiss became more and more forceful, and his hand also stroked her waist, rubbing along the waist line continuously. Wang Yanqing was dizzy and had difficulty breathing due to such a powerful kiss. When she was dizzy, a series of fireworks suddenly rose from the outside world, and the sound of explosions could not be stopped. Wang Yanqing was awakened by the sound of whipping, she quickly turned her face away while breathing, pressed against his chest, panting and said, "Today's New Year, people outside are still waiting."

If Lu Heng continued, he might not be able to stop. Now is really not the right time, Lu Heng stopped walking, his eyes were red. He grabbed her hand, bit her fingertips in relief, and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

The strength in Lu Heng's hand was very heavy, and he could feel restraint a few times before finally letting go of her with difficulty. He seemed to regret it if he stayed a second longer, and strode towards the outside, his steps were heavy and fast.

After Wang Yanqing was released by Lu Heng, she also lay down on the couch without strength. She gasped for a while, and finally regained her strength. She struggled to sit on the couch, only to realize that her clothes were all messed up.

Her clothes were messed up, her hair was loose and slanted, and the tie on the waist of her skirt was torn apart at some point, so you could see what happened at a glance. Her face flushed red to the tip of her ears, she quickly stood up and tidied up her clothes.

Wang Yanqing dawdled for a long time, and after the heat on his face dissipated, he finally walked outside. Lu Heng seemed to have returned to normal, and was sitting on the rose chair outside drinking tea. He turned around when he heard the footsteps, his eyes fell on Wang Yanqing's lips for some reason.

Her lips were extraordinarily bright red, her lips were swollen, and she looked extraordinarily delicious. Lu Heng felt that the fire in his body was stirring up again. He was the one to suffer in the end. Lu Heng could only forcefully turn his eyes away and said calmly, "The palace is setting off fireworks, do you want to go out to see it?"

Wang Yanqing didn't even bother to appreciate the fireworks, so she avoided her gaze awkwardly and shook her head silently. Lu Heng was equally indifferent, so he said, "Then let them serve the dishes. You can't afford to pay for it after you've been doing it for so long."

Wang Yanqing felt that she had no appetite in the middle of the night, but Lu Heng said that she hadn't eaten for most of the day, so she had something to pack. He dragged her and sat down at the Eight Immortals Table. After the dishes were served one by one, Wang Yanqing smelled the umami of the fish soup and was really hungry.

Lu Heng picked up the porcelain spoon, scooped a bowl of milky white crucian carp soup for her, and said, "You haven't had water for a long time, don't eat meat, first drink a bowl of soup to appetize."

Crucian carp soup has tofu and green vegetables, which is suitable for late-night tonic. Wang Yanqing lowered her head and took a sip. It might have come from her own hands, but she thought it was not bad.

Lu Heng also had the same mentality. He looked at the fish he had cut himself, but he couldn't bear to put down his chopsticks: "It looks so cute and cute, I don't even want to eat it."

Wang Yanqing chuckled, she picked up the public chopsticks, nimbly picked off a piece of fish, and put it in Lu Heng's bowl: "I haven't cooked for a long time, and my craftsmanship may be unfamiliar. If it's not as good as the royal chef of Shangshan Supervisor, please bear with me."

Lu Heng said: "How come, Qingqing's cooking must be the most delicious in the world."