Seeing the beauty of Shuangyanchi, Mu Xiyao immediately exclaimed. The entire Shuangyan Pond is three feet square, all made of jade and bluestone. One side of the pool is covered with refined fur, and the other side is covered with a bamboo cold board. There are sets of tables and chairs and large soft sofas for rest on the shore. Everything for living on the bed is readily available. Even the bronze mirror dressing table is available. Mu Xiyao looked at the collapse and knew what Zong Zhenglin was thinking, so she couldn't help but turn her head to look at him angrily.
The warm water in the pool has a faint milky white color. According to Zong Zhenglin, it was added to the health soup in the palace. On the water were the petals of Chiba, which Mu Xiyao liked.
Zong Zhenglin hugged Mu Xiyao and sat down on the sun lounger, and gave her a cup of warm water first. This is the little habit of Mu Xiyao that I learned about in the other courtyard last time. Just waiting for her to swallow, Zong Zhenglin leaned down and covered his plump and moist lips. The two hugged each other, their bodies were close together, their lips and teeth were lingering, and there was a sound of smacking.
Zong Zhenglin was gentle at first, but then he couldn't stand the trouble of Mu Xiyao's little tongue, and when he rolled her, he kissed wildly, his breath was rapid, and his chest heaved.
Mu Xiyao's whole body was soft and boneless, only leaning on Zong Zhenglin's chest, grabbing the front of his shirt with both hands, all his scorching breath hit Zong Zhenglin's chest, making his back stiff and his lower abdomen tense.
"His Royal Highness, will your concubine wait for you to take a bath, okay?" Mu Xiyao asked breathlessly.
Zong Zhenglin directly picked her up and walked to the edge of the pool, gently putting her down. Unexpectedly, as soon as Mu Xiyao's feet landed, she was unable to stand still, so she slid down. Zong Zhenglin quickly wrapped his arms around her slender waist and rubbed her cheeks with the other, the teasing in his eyes was obvious. "This is that, Jiaowei?"
Listening to the man's complacency, Mu Xiyao unbuttoned Zong Zhenglin's blouse with her small hand, slowly pulling it away, her fingertips lightly brushed against the man's chest, and said softly, "The concubine is naturally not as majestic as Your Highness~ ~", with a high-pitched voice, his eyes glanced at Zong Zhenglin's tent, and he shyly moved away, his face turning red.
Zong Zhenglin was teased by her small hands and eyes so heavy that he breathed heavily. He took a deep look at the woman's shy appearance and dragged her into the pool.
Zong Zhenglin's body is slender and tall, and his body that has been practicing martial arts all year round is even more perfect. Mu Xiyao stood behind him, picked up the pool water with her small hands, and gently washed his back, but saw a scar extending from the left shoulder to the right waist. Mu Xiyao's fingertips slowly traced the old scar, which made Zong Zhenglin tremble.
"His Royal Highness, does it still hurt?" He repeatedly touched it with his fingertips.
"I was assassinated at the age of seven, and it's no problem." The brief description made Mu Xiyao feel a little sour. There is a saying that is most suitable for children in the palace, "there is no childhood." Growing up in all kinds of secrecy since childhood, he may die at any time, which is really sad.
Mu Xiyao stuck out her tongue and licked down the scar slowly with the tip of her tongue.
Zong Zhenglin's breathing became heavier, and he pulled the person in front of him and hugged him. Mu Xiyao's clothes were soaked with water, showing the plumpness on the chest and the pointed shape at the top. Zong Zhenglin's eyes closed slightly, and with a little force on his hand, he tore off Mu Xiyao's blouse, leaving only the bright red bellyband tightly attached to the white porcelain-like female body.
Zong Zhenglin's fingers clamped the tip and gently pulled and pressed, which made Mu Xiyao's legs unbelievably soft, so he could only reach out to hook his neck, and his feet unconsciously entangled Zong Zhenglin's long legs. When the man was seduced by her, he held up his hips with one hand, lifted her body, and put his feet on his waist, only to be satisfied. Then he took advantage of the trend and buried his head in her earlobe, biting lightly and slowly.
"Your Highness, it hasn't been cleaned yet~~" The little woman protested tremblingly, Zong Zhenglin restrained a little, hugged Mu Xiyao, walked over a few steps, sat on the steps, and let her wait in front of him.
Mu Xiyao faced Zong Zhenglin's scorching gaze, the snow-white soft weeds gently caressed on the firm muscles, rubbing the sensitive skin from time to time, which only made Zong Zhenglin's eyes darker.
With her little hand touching her abdominal muscles, Mu Xiyao scratched lightly with her fingernails, looked up at Zong Zhenglin's rolling Adam's apple, stuck out her tongue and licked it, she winked as she left. Zong Zhenglin had been chasing her before, but now his whole body was so restless that he rushed down with all the heat, and his body was in pain.
Grabbing Mu Xiyao's little hand, Zong Zhenglin led her to unfasten the straps of her panties, then stepped into it and pressed it firmly on the job below. Mu Xiyao's eyes were blurred, her face was blushing, and she was panting, "Your Highness, I'm afraid~~"
"Don't be afraid. Be good, move." He held Mu Xiyao's little hand and stroked it up and down.
Zong Zhenglin was very excited. The scene in his dream is now halfway completed. After the evening... the more he thought about it, the more he could not bear the lust in his body, the other hand immediately pulled away the last cover of Mu Xiyao and leaned down.
Mu Xiyao was held delicately, her low moan suddenly grew louder, her subordinates exerted a little strength without realizing it, and even her little hands, which were empty, touched the ball under the work.
How could Zong Zhenglin bear such provocation? He groaned and gasped from Mu Xiyao's chest. The tongue is even more in love with the pair of full, sucking the nipples and biting gently with the teeth.
Mu Xiyao exclaimed. One of his subordinates accidentally scraped the top of the place with his fingertips. Zong Zhenglin's back suddenly stiffened, and a bone-eroding numbness rose from his waist. With a firm grip, Zong Zhenglin let out a low growl, his desire gushing out.
Mu Xiyao looked at the white thick juice in her hand, and with a coquettish groan, she hid in Zong Zhenglin's arms, only her little ears that were exposed outside were bright red.
Zong Zhenglin panted to calm his agitated heartbeat and rapid breathing, and hugged Mu Xiyao gently, his red ears licked for a while. A soft kiss fell on the side of the neck again. Mu Xiyao was dug out after her breathing was steady. She saw that the woman's face was flushed with embarrassment, and there were emotional ripples in her eyes.
The desire that Zong Zhenglin had just released started to stir again.
"Goblin!" After washing her in a hurry, she picked it up and walked to the soft couch. She wrapped her dry robe and calmed down a little.
"Your Highness~~" The words were out of his mouth, and he was kissed. Zong Zhenglin warned her in a hoarse voice, "I'll provoke you again, I want you here."
Mu Xiyao blinked aggrievedly, slightly crying, "Hungry~~" Zong Zhenglin closed his eyes and took a deep breath before taking her to the main room.
Mu Xiyao was paralyzed all over and let him play with it. Seeing Zong Zhenglin frowning at the clothes of a bunch of women, he laughed wickedly.
Zong Zhenglin turned his head to look at her wickedly, the corners of his mouth provoked, "The strength has recovered? So... very good." He looked at her whole body meaningfully.
Mu Xiyao froze, rolled her eyes, and said charmingly, "His Royal Highness, I heard that there is a brave man, seven times a night, I don't know if it is true?" Envy, I will find out tonight."
In exchange for the pinching of Mu Xiyao's little hands, Zong Zhenglin finally stumbled and dressed her.
The two were in the midst of grinding, but they heard from the outside world that Mrs. Zhao said that Concubine Tang's maid had something to report.
Zong Zhenglin didn't seem to hear, and still stroked Mu Xiyao's hair with a focused expression. Mu Xiyao was waiting in the side hall after pulling on the wrinkled shirt that had been wrinkled by the man next to her.
Mammy Zhao looked at the appearance of His Highness and Master, and understood one or two of them, and withdrew with a smile.
Mu Xiyao pulled Zong Zhenglin's cuff, raised her head and blinked at him. "His Royal Highness, do you think Ye Yushu's daughters?" The tone was calm, and a small hand touched the soft flesh on the waist again, and poked it a few times like a threat.
Zong Zhenglin was amused by her small appearance, "Yu Shunv has not tried it yet." He raised Mu Xiyao's small chin and rubbed lightly, then stared at her again, "Yuyi girl, several times, I will try it tonight, How are you?" His eyes were burning and his voice was low.
Mu Xiyao's face flushed, and she yelled "Irregular!" and got up and wanted to go to the side hall. Zong Zhenglin also got up, shook her hand, and went with her.