The Son of Heaven’s sleeping hall is luxurious and heavy, golden and purple brilliant and full of majesty, at this time the dim light is dark red, the shadows are vague, those precious lights seem to retreat shyly, only a trace of ambiguity flows, meandering away in the dark summer night.
Murong Ci struggled, unable to move at all, unable to shake the mountain in front of him.
The bodies of the two fit together seamlessly, facing each other face to face, in an extremely ambiguous and intimate pose that makes people daydream.
If someone sees her, not only will her eyes be sharp, but gossip will spread.
As she struggled, her breathing became more and more rapid, and she was furious, but there was nothing she could do.
What the hell does Murong Yu want to do
Suddenly, she thought of a terrible thing: what if he recognized her body fragrance
"Let go of the palace"
The anger burned to the top of her head, and her whole body seemed to be burning with flames. The rosy clouds covered her peach cheeks, ears, and even her snowy neck was blushing, making her extraordinarily soft and charming.
In his eyes, all this is a kind of silent, unintentional and natural temptation.
Murong Yu's heart was swaying, and his arms were full of soft fragrance and soft jade. Everywhere he saw was a woman's shy and glamorous style. At the same time, a scorching heat rose from his lower abdomen and chest, like a turbulent wave hitting the shore, slapping his will.
"The more your Highness struggles, the more beautiful it is like spring in this unoccupied bedroom."
The voice, as warm and mellow as wine, rippled like spring water.
In an instant, Murong Ci didn't move, and he couldn't break free anyway.
Sad in my heart, my father didn't respond, did he die
They made such a big commotion here, it stands to reason that even if the father was asleep, he would wake up with a start.
But the father did not respond, and there was only one explanation: the father had already
When Murong Yu saw her staring blankly at the dragon couch, and saw her crimson side neck and delicate and bright red earballs swaying gracefully like a bright red flower blooming in the snow, he couldn't help but feel agitated and his blood surged.
His heart was full of softness and warmth, he suddenly bowed his head and touched the small bright red lightly.
A little cool in the heat.
Hot and soft.
Murong Ci turned his head in horror, his warm thin lips did not move, following her movements, he kissed her, soft cheeks, sweet lips.
He was turbulent, and her heart was shocked.
She was just stunned for a moment, and he was enough to taste the most rare and ecstasy in the world.
His moist and fiery breath lingers around, the masculine breath mixed with agarwood fragrance is entangled with her breath, and the soft lips of each other are close at hand, fragrant and poisonous, fatal temptation, thrilling obsession.
Murong Ci woke up suddenly and turned his head away.
The life and death of the royal father is uncertain, but she and the enemy who killed her father rubbed each other in front of the royal father, doing such shameless and unidentified things
She hated herself even more, for losing her mind under his frivolity.
Grief and anger gushed out of her heart like a blowout, and she asked angrily, "Did you kill Emperor Father?"
"Yes or no, what's the difference? Can you escape from the palm of my king?"
Murong Yu had a half-smile, pinched her cheeks, and locked her with falcon-like sharp and cold eyes.
His slender fingers with well-defined knuckles pressed hard, and her soft face sunken.
She trembled with anger and shouted angrily: "Let go of me!"
"As long as His Highness stays by my king's side obediently, this king can spare the Murong clan."
He smiled slightly, it was a cruel sneer and sharp spirit that belonged to a king.
The burning breath contained the smell of alcohol, masculine and domineering.
Her hands were restrained and unable to move, the only thing she could do was
Murong Ci suddenly kissed the thin lips that were close at hand, biting them recklessly and clumsily, eagerly and chaotically, very jerky.
He was stunned for a moment, and then cooperated with the sudden kiss, and went to the abyss of beauty with her, intoxicated with love.
The warm lips and tongue had already been wrapped in heat and humidity. She was not to be outdone when he attacked the city and conquered the territory. She burned, killed, looted, entered the house, and seized his territory.
The breathing is intertwined, and it is impossible to tell whose it is from the heavy gasps.
The tide of blood was rushing and the waves were raging, Murong Yu couldn't help hugging her tightly, eyes half closed, trying his best to take her softness, beauty and beauty as his own, forgetting that they were mortal enemies, sworn enemies, forgetting Wen Ruan in his arms is a man, forgetting the abyss of this world
Murong Ci was almost lost in his fiery enthusiasm, it was a magical world that would devour people's souls and make people unable to extricate themselves.
With a thought, between her lips and teeth, she bit down hard
Murong Yu noticed something, in fact, he had already guessed His Highness's intentions, and he just wanted to enjoy it.
The sharp pain on the tip of the tongue was only a little bit bitten by her, and the smell of blood permeated.
At this moment, he relaxed, taking advantage of this opportunity, she slapped her on the chest, extremely sharp, and he dodged sideways, surprised in his heart.
It turns out that His Highness is not weak.
After she was free, she immediately looked at her father, touched his hand, and breathed out.
Xuan Gao's heart fell back to the original place, she breathed a sigh of relief, father's body was still warm, still breathing, and still alive.
&nbs
p;Suddenly, she was picked up by a pair of iron arms and thrown at the tail of the dragon bed.
The dragon couch is spacious, and there is still ample space at the rear.
She got up neatly, but there was a mountain pressing down, and his dark pupils pressed down heavily, locking her in the bed.
Murong Yu's majestic body directly pressed her, and his sword eyebrows slanted, "It turns out that your highness is not powerless, this king really underestimated her."
Murong Ci secretly thought it was bad, and sneered, "I'm just a three-legged cat kung fu, how can I compare to the world-class martial arts of the prince?"
This handsome face is close at hand, facing each other, with the tip of the nose touching, such an ambiguous and hot posture makes people blush and heartbeat.
"What did you do to Father?" she asked angrily.
"This king just wants His Majesty to sleep soundly, otherwise you want your royal father to witness with your own eyes that you, the crown prince, become this king's plaything." He hooked his lips and smiled slantingly.
play with your head
She was so angry that her brain ached, she simply stopped pretending, and inserted her fingers straight into his eyes, extremely fast.
Murong Yu clasped her hands and stared at her quietly.
If the enemy does not move, I will not move.
Murong Ci upholds this principle, but why is he staring at him like this all of a sudden
From his pair of pupils as dark as midnight, she saw her own clear reflection.
In fact, he could touch her neck to see if she has an Adam's apple, or touch her chest to determine whether she is a man or a woman. However, he didn't want to, and there was no need to.
Because, if His Highness was a man, Fang would never kiss him abruptly, only women would do this.
This discovery made him feel a little complicated.
Although he was not completely sure, he was not in a hurry to verify it, but instead found it more and more interesting.
That kiss just now really has endless aftertaste.
Murong Ci pushed hard, and Murong Yu stood up and straightened his robe.
She hastily straightened her robes, wondering why he didn't harm her father, why did he deliberately say things that misunderstood her? Could it be that he intentionally lured her to the Qingyuan Hall and said those words intentionally to cause her to misunderstand that he killed the king and usurped the throne? what is the purpose of doing
The royal father is sleepy and can't wake up, could it be that he touched his sleeping point
"Some people may be suspicious, it's better for His Highness to return to Wenhua Palace as soon as possible."
Murong Yu gave her a meaningful look, and when he left, there was spring in the corners of his eyes and a slight smile on the corners of his lips.
Murong Ci gave him a hard look at his back, and then tried to untie his father's sleeping hole, but he couldn't untie it at all. Could this be Murong Yu's unique acupuncture technique
Damn Murong Yu
Forget it, usually after two hours, the acupoints will be released automatically, and my father will be able to wake up early in the morning at the latest.
She sat on the side of the couch, recalling the bits and pieces of what happened before, not letting go of every detail, hoping to deduce from it his intention to lure her here.
Thinking of the scene of embracing, kissing, rubbing each other just now, thinking of the moment when she was pressed down on the bed by him, she seemed to be hit by an electric current, her muscles and bones softened involuntarily, and her mind wandered.
In an instant, she woke up suddenly, her cheeks were flushed and her color was romantic.
That night, Murong Ci tossed and turned.
As soon as she thought of the scene that happened in Qingyuan Hall, charming, fragrant, and hot, her cheeks became hot, and her whole body was also faintly hot, and she couldn't even feel sleepy.
She started to count, but the more she counted, the more she became more awake; she forced herself to sleep, but her mind was full of that stern and beautiful handsome face, that man with a deep chest and a deep city...
Everything he did to her tonight left an indelible imprint on her heart.
And, what is his intention
She accidentally sent herself to his bed before and lost her body. From now on, she will never allow another accident to happen
Murong Yu can only be her opponent and enemy
The crown prince is the youngest son of Murong Cheng, the emperor of Northern Yan Kingdom, and Princess Zhaohua is the youngest daughter. The sacred favor that these two children have received since childhood is enviable to others, and the whole country knows it.
When Princess Zhaohua was ten years old, Murong Cheng gave her a residence in Jinghong Palace.
All the palace people were waiting outside the main hall, and they could vaguely hear the mother and daughter arguing in the bedroom, but the sound was not loud and could not be heard clearly.
In the bedroom, Murong Chang sat in front of the dressing table and pursed her lips in front of the mirror. Her lips were bright red and delicate, like red flowers blooming under the scorching sun.
"Zhaohua, you only came back half a year after you left Beijing. It's fine if your father doesn't blame you. You have to go to pay your respects every day, be more filial to your father, and serve your father for one or two more years before talking about marriage." Concubine Qiao said earnestly. Di persuaded, "Right now your father is ill and needs to lie in bed for a year or so, but you are in a hurry to get married. You are really ignorant."
"It is precisely because my father is sick on the couch that my son wants to celebrate his father's wedding with a big wedding." Murong Chang looked at the beautiful oval face in the Linghua bronze mirror, "Maybe my son will get married, and my father will be happy. It's getting better soon."
"It's all a lie." Concubine Qiao stood behind her daughter, put her hands on her shoulders, and persuaded her earnestly, "Zhaohua, listen to my concubine, and it's not too late to discuss the marriage next year."
"Until next year, I'm not sure that the person I like will marry a wife, how will I get married?" Murong Chang pursed her red lips.
"Tell mother and concubine, who is your favorite?" Concubine Qiao looked at the flowery and jade-like daughter in the bronze mirror, her heart trembling.