Turbulent Times Chapter 1190: Yang Lihua’s resentment

The stone slab cracked, and his body became extremely still in an instant from extremely fast speed.

The transition between these two extreme states even made the air around Wang Junlin tear apart for no reason.

The besieging enemies who followed him up and down like water waves didn't follow him for a moment, and fell forward in embarrassment, leaving a three-foot gap in front of Wang Junlin.

Amidst the chi chi chi chi chi chi, Wang Junlin quickly swung the Dragon Sparrow Saber around in a circle.

The first ten people who rushed up from all around were cut in two at the waist. After these ten people, the second floor of the ten people did not have their waists broken, but their intestines flowed out, and they also fell to the ground.

Under this blow, there was a blank space around Wang Junlin, and everyone was stunned in an instant, and there was a slight pause.

Before the powerful crossbow arrows approached, Wang Junlin took a long look at Yu Wenhuaji at the end of the alley, pointing his toes on the ground. Flew out over the alley.

Yu Wenhua felt Wang Junlin's icy gaze from a distance, couldn't help but shuddered, gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Chasing, don't let him run away."

In mid-air, there were still some broken bones and flesh that fell to the ground at this moment, making a crackling sound.

Then, there was a whistling sound, and more than a dozen martial arts masters climbed up to the corner of the eaves, and chased after Wang Junlin who was running on the eaves not far away.

It's just that they were besieged in the alleyway just now, so many people attacked at the same time but failed to injure Wang Junlin.

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Wang Junlin killed some of the pursuers, scaring the others from catching up, and then circled around again, over the wall and entered the eldest princess's mansion.

Of course the guards of the Princess's Mansion heard the shouts of killing not far outside the mansion, so everyone in the mansion stepped up their vigilance, but this is not difficult for Wang Junlin today.

After entering the Princess Mansion, Wang Junlin discovered that the Changgong Mansion in Luoyang City was exactly the same as that in Daxing City, so Wang Junlin came to the building where Yang Lihua lived, climbed up to the second floor, and passed through window, saw Yang Lihua.

No more than two years

I have seen Yang Lihua, but the latter is plump, perhaps because she rarely exercises and lives a life full of slaves and servants, so she is well maintained. She was thirty-six or seven years old, tall, and her face was not delicate, but charming, her eyes were big and beautiful, and her facial features were stunning, giving Wang Junlin a feeling of gentleness like water.

She is wearing a red skirt at this time, which is no different from the dress of an ordinary lady of aristocratic family. Of course, her skin in her thirties is not as delicate as that of a young lady. It still makes some details look very dynamic; the pampered life also makes her face look very rosy. Coupled with her increasingly plump body, her bulging **** seemed to burst her top.

"Little lady is still staying up so late, why not wait for her lover to come to the door." Suddenly, Wang Junlin's teasing voice came from outside the window.

Yang Lihua was startled when she heard someone talking suddenly, but immediately after hearing that it was the person she was missing in her dreams, her eyes showed surprise at first, and then her face became calm again.

"You're here." Yang Lihua's expression was calm, and her words seemed calm.

Wang Junlin could see that this woman was angry with him. After all, he let a woman who liked him stay alone in an empty room for two years, so it would be strange not to be angry!

The best way to deal with an angry woman is of course a gift.

Wang Junlin took out a box the size of a baby's head from his bosom, smiled and said, "I brought you a present."

"You think I won't be angry with you if you give me a gift." Yang Lihua glared at him, and Wang Junlin was very enthusiastic about the smiling and slightly complaining look in his eyes, wishing he could rush out now. go up.

When Wang Junlin saw this look, his heart was filled with guilt for a moment... If he didn't love him deeply, he would never have shown such a look of resentment.

"What gift, let me see." Yang Lihua took the small box casually, opened it, and found it was a silver pearl about the size of an adult's fist with a faint brilliance.

"Such a big pearl, isn't it poisonous?" It's a woman's nature to like beautiful and bright things, and such a big pearl is very rare, even for a noble person like Yang Lihua.

, but she remembered the night pearl that would have killed her if Wang Junlin hadn't pointed it out.

"Don't worry, my dear! This is a treasure of some kind of seashell in the sea. I found it from the palace of Goguryeo. It will never be poisonous." As early as six or seven years ago, Wang Junlin and Yang Lihua were together. At that time, Yang Lihua was called by some intimate words in later generations, and the latter was very fond of and fascinated by the titles such as 'dear' and 'baby'.

Sure enough, after two years, when she heard Wang Junlin calling her with the unique title of 'dear' again, Yang Lihua softened her whole body. I like it!"

When she smiled, in order not to show her teeth, she covered her vermilion lips with her hand, and after she smiled, she slid her hand down slightly and placed it on her chin. Looking at Wang Junlin with fiery eyes, his expression seemed to want to eat Wang Junlin, and the finger seemed to be dipped in the taste and placed on his mouth, with a salivating feeling, indescribably charming and seductive. Yang Lihua's repressed enthusiasm and intuitive tenderness are not something that ordinary women can have at all.

The light from the lantern is dim and warm. The carved wood, tables, chairs, and screens in the room are all full of oriental classical style. The bed and cover are most like antiques. But in the room that made Wang Junlin feel outdated and rustic, Yang Lihua, who is in her thirties, is full of style. The place is no longer old, but has a youthful and enthusiastic atmosphere.

As Yang Lihua was talking, she had already started to make the bed herself. She opened the quilt and put the pillow on the head of the bed. The bed was relatively low, and she stood by the bed, so she had to lie on the bed to pack the quilts and pillows. This posture made Wang Junlin feel that the blood was rushing up to his head, and his head was hot.

The outline of the back of Yang Lihua's skirt is extremely beautiful, the back is round and upturned, but the back waist is curved inside, like a turbulent wavy line; if her skirt waist is not tied with a belt, it may not fall down, because the waist The rise and fall of the hips is too large.

The pose is too alluring. She stroked the quilt with her palm, and in such a leaning posture, the shape and line of her chest became more prominent when viewed from the back, which was even more beautiful. It was not something that could be described by a regular hemisphere or the like. The arc The fluency of nature is completely uncapturable without rules, and the art of the Creator simply surpasses the careful design of all artistic lines.