The shadows are silent, the candles flicker.
The curtain swayed slightly, Murong Ci closed his eyes and bowed his head, too embarrassed to look at him.
Murong Yu looked at her delicate and shy appearance, he was happy and loving, but he was not in a hurry to help her.
When the soft touch was soft, her mind froze and her whole body froze, her small face and snowy neck were so hot that an egg could be boiled.
Slowly, her lips kissed, a little jerky and shy.
It's soft, like a bouncy crystal cake, and it feels good. This is how she feels right now. It turns out that the feeling of kissing someone is like this, a trace of numbness penetrates into the pores of the whole body.
And he was about to be driven crazy by her, pinching the back of her head, sucking and kissing her delicate lips, as fierce as a gust of wind.
The body temperature rose rapidly, and she felt the heat wave in the quilt, so she pushed him away involuntarily. Because it was the first time she was so proactive, she avoided his fiery gaze in embarrassment, "I'll go to bed first."
Murong Yu took the initiative, rolled over and pinned her down, stroking her bright red cheeks, "I'm not satisfied yet, the compensation is not over yet."
"Don't push yourself too hard" She was angry, but saw him bow his head down.
"I want to kiss every inch of your body" he said next to her ear, his low and deep voice possessed a deadly charm.
"No way..." Murong Ci grabbed the skirt of his shirt, with a look of resignation to death.
He took her hand away, unbuttoned the moon white jacket, and moved gently and slowly.
And she seemed to have been bewitched, and she didn't stop, staring blankly at the magnificent snowy face that surpassed the world.
Like a fairyland snow lotus blooming slowly, the crystal clear snow light astonishes those who appreciate it.
A rare treasure that is unique in the world just like opening it, colorful, jeweled, and pure beauty.
Murong Yu seemed to have seen a strange scene, Xue Yan's clear skin light lured the flames hidden in the depths of his life, like a magma erupting, swallowing her instantly.
The coldness allowed her to keep her head clear. She endured his fiery and wild kiss without saying a word. It seems that there is nothing to rely on in the vast ocean, and it seems that the wind and sand are raging in the vast desert. Only by hugging her hot and powerful body can she not be swept away
Sometimes the mouth is dry, sometimes the body is burned, sometimes the sea is ups and downs, and sometimes it is stormy
"Don't worry, I just want to kiss you"
He kissed the corner of her lips lightly, his voice rough and wet.
In the next moment, his lips scalded every inch of Ruhua's life, as if worshiping life, pious and hungry.
In his palm, under his caress, under his care, she blooms the brightest and most beautiful grace, unique.
Murong Ci's eyes were half closed, and she dimly saw a shallow old scar on his chest, she touched the old scar lightly, and couldn't help asking: "How many old scars do you have on your body?"
This old injury is the testimony of his outstanding achievements, and it is the imprint of his iron-blooded battlefield and half-life military horse.
At this moment, she could imagine the ruthlessness of the war between the two countries, the light of swords and blood.
"Not much. There are still two old injuries on the back." Murong Yu said in a low voice.
“Did it hurt at the time”
"It doesn't hurt."
"If there is a chance, I also want to go to the battlefield to practice."
"I won't give you a chance. With me, you don't need to go to the battlefield."
"But, I can't rely on you forever."
However, Murong Ci did not say these words after all. His simple but profound words made her heart tremble.
What he means is, will he defend the Great Yan Jiangshan forever
Murong Yu kissed deeply, hot and gentle.
She measured every inch of his body with her hands, from his solid shoulders to his strong waist, there was no trace of fat, and there was endless power hidden in every part.
In the five years in Beijing, he did not relax himself, and still maintained the fitness and strength of a general. It can be seen that he has strict requirements on himself and is very self-disciplined.
Such a man is as perfect as a god.
Her mind is full of chaotic thoughts
After tossing around in the middle of the night, she fell into a drowsy sleep, nestling in his arms like a cat soaking up the warmth, so docile and loving.
Murong Yu kissed her forehead, hugged her and closed his eyes, and fell asleep contentedly.
It was dawn, and the noise outside woke Murong Ci up.
She opened her eyes, recalling the scene that made her blush and heartbeat last night, her heart trembled slightly, and her cheeks became hot.
Suddenly he lifted the quilt and took a look, sure enough, he didn't have a thread on his body.
Her double blush is like peach blossoms, gorgeous and flowing clouds.
Fortunately, the clothes were all by the bed, and she could get them as soon as she stretched out her hand, but when she was dressing, she found that there were more than a dozen bruises of different shades on her arms and body.
Could it be that Murong Yu left it last night
She was even more embarrassed.
Qin Ruo came in with hot water for washing, put down the golden basin, and came to help His Highness get dressed. Suddenly, she was surprised: "Your Highness, what's wrong with your neck?"
"What's wrong with your neck?" Murong Ci asked puzzled, suddenly a flash of inspiration occurred, and he quickly covered it with his hands when he thought of something.
"Your Highness has two bruises on his neck. No, how could there be mosquitoes in such a cold day?" Qin Ruo frowned.
"Of course, I was bitten by a particularly large mosquito last night."
Murong Ci hurriedly went to look in the bronze mirror, and as expected, there was a bruise on each side of his neck, which was very conspicuous.
Too bad I'm going to Longwei Mountain today, how bad it is to be seen.
Fortunately, in winter, I wear a lot of robes, and I also wear a cloak, so it is not easy to be seen.
When she was having breakfast, she saw Murong Yu coming in, eating in embarrassment.
If Qin Ruo went to watch outside, Murong Yu sat beside her with a radiant face, gently holding her catkin, "It's still early, why don't you sleep a little longer?"
This sentence has a deep meaning.
She blushed uncomfortably, her heartbeat seemed to miss a beat, and she said vaguely, "Aren't you going to eat?"
He let go of her little hand, took a sip of goat milk, picked up the mutton pie and started to nibble.
"Today we are going to Mount Longwei, have you made arrangements to take how many people?" Murong Ci asked.
"Ming is just four bodyguards plus Qin Ruo."
"It's fine. Too many people is not necessarily a good thing." She knew that there would be no problem with his deployment. "I think it will take at least three or four days before I come down from Longwei Mountain."
Murong Yu nodded, "A Ci, just do your best in everything, there is no need to force it."
She understands that the most important thing in this trip is to establish contact points.
At this time, Qin Ruo knocked on the door and hurriedly said: "Your Highness, Prince Yuwen is here."
Murong Ci's complexion changed slightly, and he immediately stood up, if Yuwen Zhantian saw this black-faced god's bodyguard eating breakfast with her in her room, Yuwen Zhantian would definitely be suspicious.
Murong Yu took a few steps back, calm and composed.
Qin Ruo pushed the door, and Yuwen Zhantian walked in, his smiling eyebrows stopped smiling when he saw Murong Yu, his eyes were cold.
Seeing that the bodyguard was still respectful and some distance away from Murong Ci, he felt more at ease, and the doubts that had arisen disappeared again.
He asked, "Did I bother you?"
"Why did I have breakfast, and he came to report today's deployment to Mount Longwei." Murong Ci smiled, seeing Murong Yu's hand gesturing beside him, "Why did you come so early, didn't you want us to go to the Prince's Mansion?" "
"You guys are too busy running around, so I'll come to the post station to explain to you." Yuwen Zhantian wore a white crane feather cloak, elegant and luxurious.
"Are you going up the mountain?"
"In two days, I will go up the mountain to deliver dry food to you. If any of you are injured, I will take the injured down the mountain."
She stood up and said with a smile, "I'm full, let's go out."
Yuwen Zhantian smiled and asked: "By the way, what's your guard's name?"
Murong Ci looked at Murong Yu in astonishment, really not knowing his current identity.
Murong Yu said hoarsely, "My name is Yan Feiyang."
"Feiyang, what a name." Yuwen Zhantian turned his eyes away and waved his hand to ask her to go out.
"Are the princes of the Eastern Chu Kingdom and Nanyue Kingdom ready?" She remembered that the ancestor of the Yuwang Mansion was named Yan, but Yan Feiyang was a good name, flying freely.
When she came out, she saw an elegant and noble woman standing under a plum tree not far away. It was Princess Yuqing, Yue Ruomei.
Yue Ruomei is wearing a snow-white cloak, and the whole person looks like a makeup made of jade. The snow lotus blooming beside the fairy spring is lonely and no one appreciates it.
Murong Ci feels that Shen Zhili's elegance is a beautiful and lovable narcissus, while Yue Ruomei's elegance and holiness is a fairy garden flower that is as cold as ice and too high to be cold, which makes people dare not Get close, and don't dare to play profanely.
Seeing them coming out, Yue Ruomei who was looking forward to it turned around nervously, pretending to be admiring the plum blossoms.
The red plum blossoms are as bright as blood, and some of them are dotted with the snow that fell yesterday. They are as crystal clear as crystals, and the contrast with the red plums is particularly pleasing to the eye. People are under the branches of flowers, their face is as delicate as frost, and people are more delicate than flowers.
The cold wind blows, the red plums fall, and the pieces are full of love. The circle of fox fur on the collar of her cloak is swaying, the hem is fluttering with the wind, and the temples are fluttering. It is a fresh and elegant red plum beauty like a fairy garden. picture.
Her eyes also flew to the majestic and impeccably handsome Yuwen Zhantian, her heart was pounding like a deer, she couldn't help staring at him, hoping that he would just take a look at her, just one look would be enough.
Just now he entered the posthouse from outside, walking in a hurry, she happened to be in the vestibule, the moment she saw him, her heart almost jumped out of her throat. However, he didn't see himself at all, and after giving instructions to his attendants, he went straight to the dormitory of the Prince of Northern Yan.
Why is he so obsessed with the Prince of Northern Yan
Could it be that he and the Prince of Northern Yan have known each other for a long time
Yue Ruomei made such an excuse for herself, otherwise, what is it that Yuwen Zhantian is so concerned about a man
Murong Ci saw her eyes chasing Yuwen Zhantian all the time, wanted to remind him, but also thought it's better not to be too fussy.
Yue Ruomei's heart was turbulent like a tidal wave, she walked over with lotus steps, and saluted, "Prince Yuwen, why did you come in person?"
"I have nothing to do in the palace, so I came to the post house to have a look." After all, she is a princess of a country, so he still needs to show some face and not be too indifferent.
"Princess Yuqing is as beautiful as a celestial being. There must be many princes and nobles, princes and grandchildren of various countries who have fallen under her pomegranate skirt." Murong Ci laughed.
"Prince Murong is laughing at you." She chuckled generously, without any hint of coyness, and she was quite dignified.
Murong Ci winked at him, and he pretended not to understand, looking at the blue sky with a cold look on his handsome face.
Seeing that he didn't intend to talk to her, Yue Ruomei felt a sharp pain in her heart, and left silently.
Murong Ci could see that the beautiful figure was soaked in sadness, ahem, it was falling flowers intentionally and mercilessly.
Murong Yu shook his head and sighed, A Ci was nosy again.