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The long hair slid softly from the ears to the shoulders. The tenderness of this moment made the Northern Qi Emperor a little perplexed. It seemed that the deepest darkness in his heart, with Fan Xian's movement of undoing his hair, spread away, never to be seen again. It will become a burden that weighs on the tip of your heart and makes it difficult for you to breathe. At that moment, she had already given up and resigned to her fate, and even faintly rejoiced that her long hair could float down so softly.
Because the opposite of her was Fan Xian, the Fan Xian whom she had loved and hated so much, the Fan Xian who had unscrupulously shown his soft side when he was intoxicated. The little emperor had no time to think. In her subconscious, she might have already thought that if anyone in this world could know that she was a daughter, of course Fan Xian would be the best choice, because she had already confessed this to him. Everything, except that he was unconscious at the time.
The little emperor's faint beauty and sorrow, the rare breath of a daughter's family, and the only return of a woman in his life are all in Fan Xian. She resigned to her fate, and even forced herself to grit her teeth to suppress the trace of joy in her heart. However, with a hiss, the little emperor's front was torn apart by Fan Xian's big coffin splitter, revealing a body that he never showed.
So she was dumbfounded, her eyes began to fade away, she was so stimulated by the strong impact and danger that she couldn't speak, she just stared blankly at Fan Xian's eyes, her whole body was stiff and unable to move, her hands were clenched tightly in anger, trembling unceasingly , making the wooden bed under him creak.
The little emperor didn't cover his chest, and let the spring light gradually seep out of the white cloth, filling the room, staring at Fan Xian angrily and with hatred.
She noticed that Fan Xian was staring at her breasts, and there was a look of disgust in her eyes, and then she heard Fan Xian's words of persuasion about her breast development. Then a blush of embarrassment and anger rose from the corner of the little emperor's eyes, and gradually faded away, covering her two cheeks, her ears, her neck, and finally even the snow-white skin on her chest above the white cloth scarf. There is a touch of seductive redness.
The twilight was accumulating outside the window, but it was far less dazzling than the blush on the little emperor's body, so Fan Xian squinted his eyes, his right hand seemed to be disobedient, he reached under the little emperor's chin, and flicked his fingertips …
The camouflage of the little emperor's throat was removed, and the fake throat joint was removed. Although her breasts were still covered under the white cloth at this time, the feeling of the whole person softened, and gradually developed towards the little girl.
Fan Xian looked at her eyebrows carefully, her eyes gradually approached her, as if admiring a unique treasure, and remained silent all the time. He was really surprised how a woman could hide it from the world for 20 years, and she had been emperor in Northern Qi Dynasty for 20 years, but no one could find a problem.
The eyebrows have been trimmed since childhood, and gradually grew thicker. It seems that some medicine has been used in the corners of the eyes to make the emotions in the eyes more stable. As for the look and demeanor, it must have been the training of the little emperor by the Empress Dowager of the Northern Qi Dynasty since childhood.
Fan Xian was only in the spirit of research and was shocked by one of the biggest secrets in the world, so he got closer and closer, but he didn't notice that although the little emperor stood angrily by the bedside, the anger in his eyes But it is getting weaker and weaker, becoming hatred and indifference.
The little emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty is a woman! Although this was something Fan Xian had guessed three years ago, if the two of them couldn't be alone in a quiet room, he would never be able to prove it and take advantage of it in his life. Leaving aside how to make use of the biggest lifeblood of the mother and son of the Empress Dowager of the Northern Qi Dynasty in the future, Fan Xian was already excited by the fact that this shocking secret had been confirmed.
And at this moment, a fist that was definitely not as big as a sand bowl appeared in front of Fan Xian's eyes. The skin on the fist is very smooth and tender, and you can even see faint blue blood veins, which also proves that the fist is very powerful, has been accumulated for a long time, and is extremely fast.
There was a muffled pop, and two streams of blood flowed from Fan Xian's nostrils. He covered his nose angrily, stared at the little emperor who was still stretching his fists, and wondered if he was seduced by this flat-chested woman. Nosebleed, not too embarrassing.
With his ninth-grade strength, he was hit in the nose by a female emperor who only learned some three-legged cat skills from Langtao. This is actually... enough embarrassing, if he is not too engrossed, too shocked, to The little emperor's face, eyebrows, eyes and chest were too eager to explore, and he would never have received this fist.
The little emperor slowly withdrew his fist and said with a sneer: "I have never been insulted so lightly in my life, but anyone who despises me will definitely pay the price."
The majesty of the words, coupled with the little emperor's natural emperor face, the faint sarcasm on the corners of his lips, not angry but majestic, really looks a bit imposing, but at this moment, the little emperor's front is completely torn, and the cloth is hanging weakly. On the bright yellow lace, it was as embarrassing as it could be, but she still made such a look, it was a bit funny.
Fan Xian didn't smile, and said calmly after wiping off the nosebleed, "I don't care about this fist, but I don't want to have it in the future. Don't forget, you are a woman."
You are a woman.
These words slammed into the little emperor's heart, causing her heart to be in turmoil, her heart broken, her heart trembling with fear, and she was completely depressed. Anger and despair filled her heart, and even the messy black hair fluttering around her lips , felt her emotions, pressed into her lips, and let her bite hard.
Fan Xian was shocked by this desperate expression. He is not a soft-hearted person, but he never thought that the little emperor of Northern Qi would show such a pitiful appearance one day. In the past few years, the Northern Qi government and various major events have proved the ability of this female emperor. Under the strong pressure of Nanqing's monarchs and ministers, she can still maintain the stability of Northern Qi. Based on this alone, Fan Xian has no choice but to treat her to govern the country. Ability to mark a high score.
Twenty years of life in disguise and the life of an emperor undoubtedly distorted the little emperor's mind. However, this distortion is still within a controllable range. , she has become more cautious and prudent, with a kind of stability and maturity that is absolutely impossible for her peers.
Even when she was restrained by Fan Xian, she still didn't panic at all. However, when Fan Xian ruthlessly reminded her that her secret might become the world's news tomorrow, she finally couldn't bear it. Broken into countless pieces, like a conch crushed by a boulder.
The little emperor's gaze was very spiteful and angry, but there was a strange calm inside, a calm like deathly silence, and after the calm, two crazy expressions gradually emerged.
Fan Xian had seen this kind of expression before, the moment before the eldest princess Li Yunrui died, so his heart became tense, and he slowly lowered his hands, ready to strike at all times.
The little emperor's expression was a little dull, he opened his lips, let his black hair slide down, and said in an extremely cold voice, "I am a person who is not threatened."
She thought she could guess what Fan Xian would do when he knew her secret. With such a big secret in hand, with the ability of the Overwatch Council, the foundation of the Northern Qi royal family's rule could be easily shaken. in chaos.
"You can't use me. If you expose this matter, I won't be of any use... If you keep this matter hidden, how can I let you use me?" The little emperor looked at Fan Xian resentfully.
Fan Xian was silent for a long time, lowered his head slowly, and said, "I don't ask for much, I just want you to be more obedient..." He raised the corners of his lips and laughed at himself, "After all, you are a woman, no matter how powerful you are, in certain key links , is always inferior to those of us stinky men who can withstand beatings, and it is impossible to count on you to achieve great things."
The little emperor's eyes narrowed: "It seems that you have already thought about the next thing, but how can I listen to you?"
As soon as this remark came out, the little emperor's eyes were full of determination, and with great ruthlessness, he took out a small dagger from somewhere in his sleeve, and stabbed viciously at his chest!
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After entering the Sword Hut, Fan Xian felt safe. He didn't take the little emperor seriously, so he also searched the little emperor's body. After all, he knew that the other party was a woman, and he didn't want to offend her too much, so he couldn't think of the little emperor. The emperor actually had the last dagger he used to commit suicide.
Could it be that this dagger was given to her by the Queen Mother of Northern Qi when she was very young? For some reason, Fan Xian suddenly felt a faint sympathy for the emperor who was a daughter in front of him. Fearing all day long, afraid of being discovered by others, and not being able to live like a normal daughter's family, how can such a life be half happy
He skimmed close, flicked his fingertips, and hit the little emperor's veins.
With a bang, the small dagger fell under the bed, but the little emperor's eyes flashed with cruelty, his left hand quietly moved the machine crossbow in his sleeve, chi chi three times!
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Fan Xian's strange cry resounded in the room, and he twisted around forcibly by the bed, his body writhing like a gray dragon, avoiding the three crossbow arrows under extremely dangerous circumstances! His clothes had already been pierced by the three poisoned crossbows. Fortunately, he was still wearing the clothes of the Overwatch Council underneath, otherwise he would have been injured by just one blow.
Fan Xian snorted, threw the little emperor onto the bed, put his hands on her shoulders, and punched her angrily, hitting the little emperor on the cheek.
His anger lies in the fact that just now he felt a little sympathy for the female emperor, but he was almost hurt by the other party. Only then did he understand that the other party is an emperor after all, a third creature apart from men and women. When facing the biggest dilemma in life, the other party will kill him at all costs, even his own life. Own.
Blood flowed from the corner of the little emperor's lips, but he did not faint. He lay on the bed with pride and resentment, looked at Fan Xian who was riding on him, and said, "If you have the guts, kill me!"
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Of course, Fan Xian would not kill her. After mastering the other party's secret, as long as he can truly subdue the other party's heart, this king of a country will become his third magic weapon in this world after Uncle Wuzhu.
But how can we subdue a stubborn, intelligent emperor who has been a man for twenty years and behaves like a masculine decisive man
The shortest passage through a woman's heart is sex, Fan Xian understands this truth. He rode on the little emperor's body, feeling the unfathomable, feminine tenderness under his body, and knew how ambiguous and full of spring the posture was at this time. But he was not a rapist after all, and he didn't think that after raping the little Northern Qi emperor, he could really achieve his goal. Based on his judgment of the little emperor, if he let the little emperor go away afterwards, maybe she would just wash her lower body with hot water, treat it as if she was bitten by a dog, and never see her face again in this life, cutting off all her follow-up means.
The little emperor struggled under Fan Xian. She was raised as a boy since childhood. Her strength was far stronger than her martial arts cultivation. Fan Xian lost his mind for a moment and was almost turned over by her.
Fan Xian looked at the blood on her lips and the resentful look in her eyes. Feeling bored and angry, he lowered his voice and roared angrily, "You bitch is so troublesome. It's you who want to kill me, so I'll deal with you!"
"Treat me?" The little emperor suddenly stopped struggling, and threw his fist at Fan Xian's beautiful and disgusting face, angrily said: "You still dare to rape me!"
Fan Xian dodged this insidious punch, and finally became angry uncontrollably. He said angrily, "You raped me back then! You even said I was going to rape you!"
The little emperor's complexion changed. I don't know if he thought of the scene that happened in the ruined temple outside the capital city that summer. Her whole body strength was weakened by three points, but what kind of character was she? The worker knew that he could not bow his head to Fan Xian at this moment, otherwise he would be oppressed by this person for the rest of his life, so he lowered his head angrily and knocked Fan Xian's jaw, intending to turn himself over and become the master.
After the little emperor heard the four words that summer, he felt like he was going crazy. He attacked Fan Xian crazily, biting, twisting, twisting, and pounding. He didn't know where it came from in this small body. Such a crazy momentum and endless power came. Fan Xian didn't want to kill her, but he was completely embarrassed for a while, his arm was bitten with red marks through his clothes, he was also bitten out of anger, and he slapped her body with one palm, as if It's like spanking Fan Sizhe's ass.
Perhaps the judges who were peeking at the farce in Jianlu would ask, why didn't Lord Fan knock the little emperor unconscious
In fact, the reason is very simple, people who are unconscious always want to wake up, Fan Xian has taken so many risks in vain to prevent the little emperor from yielding.
There is another reason why I can't say it out loud. In fact, fighting with a female emperor is like a child. Ears and temples are rubbed together, clothes are entangled, limbs are twisted, and it feels... like the water in the West Lake, swaying and gradually To the ship, or the bed, and the hearts of the people on it.
The two were competing in close-fitting skills on the bed, which is the so-called judo. People who have seen judo know that pulling clothes is a must, but even the strongest clothes will be pulled apart one day.
So in the end, the little emperor's white cloth made of unknown material finally broke, making the second tearing sound in this dark room.
Fan Xian was being ridden by her at this time, and his eyes were filled with a vast expanse of snow hills. His eyes were indistinct, and he thought that the other party was not only a woman, but also a very great woman.
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There were red plums in the snow, and the pair of men and women playing in the snow were both tired. The little emperor sat on Fan Xian's body in disheveled clothes, and held his hands, completely oblivious to his half-exposed breasts, which fell on Fan Xian. In Xian's eyes, the situation at this time was more like the little emperor raping Fan Xian.
The long black hair on the little emperor's forehead was already wet with sweat, and it was stuck in one place. Matching her straight eyebrows, she had a particularly beautiful feeling. Everyone in the world respects her as an emperor, and they never dare to look directly at her. Even if they look at her, it is impossible to see other feelings. But at this moment, in Fan Xian's heart, she is an out-and-out woman. I felt an unprecedented sense of excitement, a woman who is strong but also weak, a woman who has the identity of an emperor, and a woman who is never willing to be ridden by others, just like this. most intimate contact.
The little emperor rode on Fan Xian's body. She didn't feel that Fan Xian suddenly fell into silence. She was almost out of strength. She didn't know her future, what was the future of Beiqi, her heart was full of despair, the past of twenty years Zongzong made her extremely tired, and she really wanted to lie down, but her status as the emperor of Northern Qi made her unable to lie down and rest.
She suddenly felt that she was very sad, and she blinked helplessly. In the blink of an eye, a few drops of sweat slid down his long black hair and dripped on Fan Xian's chin, like a drop of oil entering a fire, igniting the fire in Fan Xian's heart.
"Is this the pose in the temple?" Fan Xian said hoarsely, looking at the face and the slightly bouncing snow mound that was close at hand.
The little emperor held his hands, lowered her head powerlessly, filled with endless sorrow, unwillingness and anger in her heart, she suddenly raised her head and stared fiercely into Fan Xian's eyes, wondering if she thought of the scene in the temple back then. In one scene, he still made up his mind and decided to let himself decide a certain thing in the middle of the emperor's career, even if it was a crazy and absurd thing.
She lowered her head, covered Fan Xian's lips with those thin lips, and then bit down hard, blood spread like flowers between the two of them. The little emperor suddenly remembered that when he had menarche, he was full of hesitation, expectation, fear, excitement... despair just like this moment. (, If you want to know what happens next, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, support the original!)