You are also a cold-blooded child of the royal family, but your cold-bloodedness is only for the father who loves you and loves you. "
"Ah..." Xuanyuan Yun froze there, unable to even cry.
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At the moment when Princess Xiang's father and daughter broke up, Meng Fuyao was leaning on the wall and listening happily.
With her ears pricked up, she carefully recognized the faint crying sound in the small building opposite, with a complex and wretched expression of pain and happiness on her face.
Behind her, An Mei leaned against the tree under the wall, looking at her with her arms crossed, with a faint smile in her eyes, at the door further away, stood Xiao An, the servants assigned by the Prince Regent's Mansion, who were all left in the yard by her No entry, no entry, so that she can climb the wall and do bad things.
Seeing the sound of the door being opened in the yard over there in a hurry, Xuanyuan Cheng came out in a hurry, his steps were contrary to the usual refined and steady steps of Sancun's old pedants. He swayed and swayed three times, anxious and a little crooked, Meng Fuyao thought viciously, he won't have a stroke of anger right? Looking at Xuanyuan Cheng's steps in a blink of an eye, he suddenly felt a little strange, walking so fast and with such strong strides, how could he have practiced foreign kung fu
She should have hurried down the wall, but at this moment she wanted to take a closer look, and saw that Xuanyuan Cheng's internal kung fu was counted. Seeing that she was still not moving, she was a little anxious, and suddenly stepped forward and hugged her leg , then drag her down.
Meng Fuyao refused, and held back, An Mei hugged her legs. The woman who just took a bath was not afraid of the cold, and only wore a single skirt. Hug, the fragrance of the skin is ready to come out, like a heavy flower, with a light fragrance, the crystal clear white of the skin is revealed between the sparse fabric texture, delicate and delicate, it is like a long and luxurious tune, It flows quietly through the crevice of night, and flows into the transparent and bright mind.
He just hugged it like this, not wanting to let go.
Meng Fuyao was still staring at Xuanyuan Cheng, and casually patted him on the head like a puppy, signaling him to let go, but An Mei ignored him, and the absent-minded King Meng didn't care either—she was still studying that footwork. , seems to be very helpful for her third level of the sixth floor of "Broken Nine Heavens"...
Then she felt a tight bend in her knees.
It seems that something has been posted.
Slightly cool, through the thin skirt, I can feel the jade-like coolness that belongs to the same smooth skin, and it seems to be a little itchy—someone's eyelashes are too dense and too long, and through the sarong, they even swept her knees The rustling itch reminds me of the fallen flowers on the other side of the bank at the end of spring, floating across the water and falling on the palm of my hand.
Meng Fuyao's heart also swayed like that, and then itched to laugh, and her body softened when she smiled, she supported the wall and looked down, and saw the female make-up Anmei gently hugging her like that, pressing her face against her. The knees were bent, the itching was more intense now, the body trembled slightly, and the tiles on the wall squeaked softly.
Far away, Xuanyuan Cheng immediately turned his head.
Meng Fuyao was startled, and immediately wanted to jump down, she forgot that her legs were still hugged in her arms, this jump, her legs exerted force, An Mei, who had not recovered from her serious injury, fell back silently, and he fell back again. He refused to let go of Meng Fuyao's legs, so Meng Fuyao also fell straight down, and the two of them rolled into a pile with their clothes intertwined.
Meng Fuyao's nature is a bitch, when he rolled down, he suddenly remembered that An Mei's back injury had not healed, and he couldn't be used as a meat pad, so he quickly turned around, and even put himself on the ground first, then he fell heavily on his body, secretly Mei has been suppressed.
He was weak and fainted when he was thrown down. He couldn't control his direction. He just put a face in front of Meng Fuyao's eyes. With a beautiful face, she rolled her eyes depressedly, and was about to push him away as soon as her claws touched, but An Mei was panting slightly in front of her.
His masculine aura, which is as elegant as Du Ruo's, is compelling, but it's not a floral fragrance, but it's more alluring than a floral fragrance. This man who belongs to the night has a mysterious and charming temperament, like the floating night, the sound of bubbling through green springs, Clear and far away, but surrounded by people everywhere, this breath, together with the hand he held her waist without exerting force but unwilling to let go, together with the look when he opened his eyes in front of her and looked at her. The deep eyes, together with the movement of him crossing her legs and holding her shoulders at the moment, are silently saying a word: entanglement.
The dark fragrance is UFO, and the tung leak is deeper.
Life is cold and distant, forgetting love at this moment.
Anmei closed her eyes and panted, she was slightly happy because the woman under her was afraid of hurting him and did not dare to push him vigorously. He closed his eyes so pale, and took advantage of her misunderstanding to capture all kinds of things flowing in the night. The part of the breath that belongs to her alone... Well, her breath is like a certain kind of flower that blooms on the cliffs of the mountains, noble and easy-going, distant and kind, blooming so far away, there is something unstoppable in the excitement. The lonely and playful.
He opened his eyes, looking at her so preciously, like seeing the bright moon on the twenty-fourth bridge, his heart is cold, but there are peonies quietly growing beside the bridge.
"How many blessings can I have in my life, but in exchange for the moment of hugging and sleeping with you..."
The slightly hoarse voice is like gentle fingers rubbed with fine sandpaper, and the rhythm is a little bit more soul-stirring, which makes Ye's heartbeat seem to slow down a little bit, and someone's temple clock in the distance is ringing leisurely, like The graceful skirt swayed in the clear water.
Meng Fuyao's heart was shaken, but at the same time, he heard footsteps coming from outside the courtyard, and someone announced in a long voice: "The Regent has arrived—" The voice came very quickly, and just as Meng Fuyao was about to push An Mei away, Xuanyuan Cheng's voice It has already sounded outside the courtyard, and said with a smile: "The king is here to invite the queen to be safe, and by the way, see if there is anything that the servants can't serve."
He was standing outside the door politely, but he asked Mama Yao, the steward of the inner courtyard, to poke her head in the courtyard first, and said: "The empress and the maid are enjoying the moon in the courtyard."
Meng Fuyao sighed softly, pulled up An Mei who was silent with bright eyes, and said: "I told you to make trouble... cause trouble, hurry up, I hope the regent will come tonight, and he won't stay for more than half an hour, otherwise That's bad."
However, things always go in the opposite direction to hope.
When Xuanyuan Cheng came here, he talked nonsense and sat in the front hall for a long time without leaving. The dark version of "Chunmei" "served" with lowered eyebrows and narrowed eyes. From the appearance, she was an ordinary maid with a good appearance. Xuanyuan Sheng didn't even look at him, but at the moment when he was supposed to leave, he suddenly talked to Meng Fuyao about strange people from the Seven Kingdoms.
Time passed by, Xuanyuan Cheng was chatting and laughing, Meng Fuyao was in a state of confusion, worried that An Mei's body would not have enough time to shrink her bones, and if it was leaked, everyone would have to finish the game. I had no choice but to deal with it unemotionally, while listening carefully to An Mei's movements.
However, half an hour later, she heard an extremely slight sound of bones rubbing against each other.
"Crack!"