Just before Zong Zhenglin arrived at the main house of Danruo Garden, he was accused by Mo Lan and led to the side hall warm pavilion.
Waving the door open, two waist-high red candlesticks were dimly lit. On the first set there are several soft couch, and a heater for cooking wine.
Mo Lan waited on Jingshou and retreated silently, leaving Zongzhenglin alone on the couch, holding a cup in his left hand.
The man stretches his long legs, drinks himself to the shadow, and is very patient.
In a quiet hall, it was extremely abrupt, the drum beat suddenly, and the agitation was clear.
Zong Zhenglin's phoenix eyes shone brightly, until a shocking figure was reflected in it, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart stagnated.
The woman in front was wrapped in a golden dance dress, stepping on an extremely bright rhythm, like the first ray of morning light in the dark, and she jumped out like this, shining brightly.
Narrow sequined tube top, bare waist, beaded belt under the navel, embellished with bells. The lower part of the body is a high-slit gauze skirt, and the jade legs are straight and looming. Occasionally exposed jade feet are crystal clear and naked, and the bells on the white ankles are jingling.
Zong Zhenglin looked at the woman's hot and unusual dress, his eyes were like fire, and he stared at her faintly seductive face behind the silk chain covering.
Mu Xiyao's beautiful eyes under the black eyeliner are breathtaking, and the bright red and crimson lips are charming, arousing the man's bloodthirsty wildness.
The little woman stepped barefoot, accompanied by the crisp ringing of the bell, and the music stopped.
The waist is slender, the hips are twisted and the hips are lifted, and the dance is enthusiastic and unrestrained.
The uninhibited and free soul of the dancer is like a flying bird to meet the storm, like a fearless burning flame, like a free rushing stream.
This is Mu Xiyao who Zong Zhenglin has never seen before. Bright and dazzling. Like a pearl, it is unscrupulous and blooms with brilliance. Such a woman is the real Mu Xiyao, so proud and uninhibited, so self-confident.
The woman is sometimes charming, sometimes provocative, the ice skin and jade skin under the gauze skirt are hidden and visible, and the dancing is fascinated and blurred, touching the heart.
Zong Zhenglin looked at the lively figure in front of him, watching her swaying with emotion, watching her incisively and vividly.
If he can't conquer such an unparalleled Mu Xiyao in this life, Zong Zhenglin will not be reconciled.
The man threw the wine glass and sat up suddenly. The phoenix eyes are full of brilliance, shining like stars.
"Jiaojiao, come here." The male voice was low and bewitching.
Mu Xiyao's eyes were half-open, and her waist twisted, winding up like a water snake.
It's been a long time since she did the veneer dance, and Mu Xiyao was crazy today.
Zong Zhenglin was throbbing all over by her ignorant dawdling and caressing, and he was reluctant to take the initiative to cling to a woman, so he just restrained himself from sitting up, watching the beautiful and affectionate woman close at hand.
Mu Xiyao danced happily, not seeing Zong Zhenglin's gentleman being magnanimous and personable. Yubai's little foot hooked, instantly digging into the man's hem, straight on the hot and stiff, and gently rubbed.
Zong Zhenglin's abdomen was tense, looking at the prominent ups and downs under the hem of his clothes, he was fascinated by the extravagance as soon as he thought of it.
Mu Xiyao was not satisfied, she hooked her fingertips, and the loosely tied gauze skirt fell instantly, leaving only two thin straps on her crotch and a small strip of cloth in her private area.
Zong Zhenglin was stimulated by Mu Xiyao's world-shattering heat, making it difficult to sit still, breathing disorderly, reaching out to grab someone.
"His Royal Highness," Mu Xiyao snorted, dodging away. Adding fuel to the fire, slender jade fingers gently brushed his chest, watching the man's Adam's apple rolling, five fingers clenched tightly.
The woman's feet kept moving, she pulled her hands on the back, and the bright golden tube top slipped off in a blink of an eye, leaving only the right ribbon to cover the top. Zong Zhenglin's eyes were burning with flames.
When did His Royal Highness see such a hot and unruly woman, who tore off the ribbon she was covering with a big hand, and looked at Jiao Ting, bouncing and screaming, and scolded her with unsteady breath.
"Where did you learn it, so unrestrained?" The mouth was trained fiercely, but the hand movements were unceremonious and very happy.
Seeing that the man was dying to save face, Mu Xiyao simply raised her chest and pressed it directly in front of his lips, with a demonic flirt, "Your Highness~~, what if you don't?"
"Wandering"? Smelly man has a kind of don't move.
Zong Zhenglin was so seduced by Mu Xiyao that he had no time to look aside. He didn't remember the previous words. He opened his mouth with a long-coveted pink tenderness. He groaned in his throat, and finally stopped the pain of burning with lust.
Mu Xiyao straddled the man with one leg, her small hands grabbed the man's lifeblood and played with him wantonly.
"Jiaojiao, hurry up, I can't stand it anymore." Zong Zhenglin shuddered, sweat dripping from his forehead.
Mu Xiyao lifted her lower body lightly, and in front of the man, slowly unfastened the cloth on her private parts, and when she took the tip of his nose and flicked it, she saw Zong Zhenglin's chin raised, panting and groaning.
"Does Your Highness want the servants to serve you?" Mi Mi's voice was sultry.
Without waiting for his response, the little hand directly supported the stiff, and slowly sat down facing the delicate.
"Damn it." Zong Zhenglin couldn't stand her slowness, he put his arms around her, pressed her waist tightly, and all entered. The man didn't stop for a moment, and as soon as he entered the alley, he frantically sent it off.
After experiencing the most difficult wait, he entered Taoyuan in an instant. Zong Zhenglin met Ganlu for a long time and came back to life.
"Jiaojiao, if you beg for mercy today, this hall will never let it go."
The little woman's charming appearance, and a natural gift, she is more and more familiar with love affairs, and she is really ecstatic.
With such a stunner, if it wasn't for Zong Zhenglin's usual restraint and pity, how could she be bossing around? I'm afraid I won't be able to get up at all the next day.
Mu Xiyao was attacked by Zong Zhenglin's unprecedented madness, and was so frightened that she sobbed, her body was itchy and unbearable.
For a time, the men and women in the warm pavilion, Dunlon, were agitated and enduring for a long time.
Mo Lan and the little maid stayed outside for most of the night before hearing that His Highness asked for water. I thought that the masters would rest in the warm pavilion, but I didn't want to cry again after a long while. Busy took people farther away, waiting for the summons.
"His Royal Highness~~, no more." Mu Xiyao couldn't speak completely, lying under Zong Zhenglin, paralyzed into mud.
"No?" Zong Zhenglin took care of her today, how could he listen to Wu Nong's soft words. "Jiaojiao is extremely unruly. On the day when the temple was carrying a concubine, did you ever say no?"
Mu Xiyao might as well turn over the old account at this juncture, and became angry with shame, but he couldn't stand up to him, so he had no choice but to plead guilty, swear and swear, and dare not.
"For the remaining few cases, if Jiaojiao is willing to do this, after today, I won't be held accountable." Zong Zhenglin leaned over and whispered in Mu Xiyao's ear for a moment, when he saw the woman's face blushing, she said angrily, "Shameless!"
Zong Zhenglin's phoenix eyes closed slightly, and he smiled maliciously, "One more." He hugged Mu Xiyao and was about to go to the window.
Mu Xiyao sensed the man's intention, and was so frightened that she hugged him tightly, and repeatedly exclaimed, "Yes, yes."
Only then did Zong Zhenglin turn a corner, pressing the person against the wall and grinding him hard.
When Mu Xiyao saw that the man had gone back on his word, his breath was unsteady, and he was ashamed and angrily accused, "The concubine has already responded, how can Your Highness be unbelievable?"
Under Zong Zhenglin, who was being sucked by Mu Xiyao, he reminded him with a good temper, "This hall promises not to hold you accountable after today. , only to be called out by Mu Xiyao, confused and fascinated.
When the sky was clear, Zong Zhenglin hugged Mu Xiyao, who had been groomed, and fell asleep.
Mo Lan and the others fought hard, and finally waited until Mama Zhao took Hui Lan on duty before returning to the house in a trance to rest.
It's just that I'm still worried, His Highness is so energetic, can the master still handle it
Concubine Mu, who was sorely missed by people, was having a nightmare at this time.
In the dream, the big devil chased her to run around, and in the end, the devil was so fierce that he captured her and went back to suppress her for eight hundred years at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain...