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The emperor's bedroom is luxurious and heavy, with brilliant gold and purple and a myriad of atmospheres. At this time, the light is dim and dark red, and the shadows are thick. Those precious lights seem to retreat shyly, and 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 two people's bodies fit together seamlessly, facing each other, an extremely ambiguous and intimate posture that makes people think a lot.
If someone sees you, it will not only hurt your eyes, but also gossip will spread.
As she struggled, her breathing became faster and faster, and she felt angry, but there was nothing she could do.
What on earth does this damn Murong Yu want to do?
Suddenly, she thought of a terrible thing: What if he recognized her body fragrance?
"Let me go!"
Anger burned to the top of her head, and her whole body seemed to be burning with flames. The bright light of the clouds dyed her cheeks, ears, and even her snowy neck crimson, making her especially soft and moving.
All this fell into his eyes as a silent, unintentional and natural temptation.
Murong Yu's heart was trembling, he held the warm and fragrant soft jade in his arms, and everything he saw was a woman's shy and charming style. A burning heat surged up in his lower abdomen and chest at the same time, like a stormy wave lapping at the shore, lapping at his will.
"The more Your Highness struggles and rubs his hair together in this deserted bedroom, the more beautiful he becomes like spring."
The sound, as warm as wine, spreads like ripples of spring water.
In an instant, Murong Ci stopped moving. He couldn't break free anyway.
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Murong Yu saw her staring blankly at the dragon couch, and saw her crimson side neck and delicate red ear beads swaying like a blooming red flower in the snowy field. He couldn't help but feel his heart tremble and his blood surge.
Murong Ci turned his head in horror, his warm thin lips didn't move, and kissed her along with her movements, soft cheeks and fragrant lips.
He was shocked, and she was shocked.
She was just stunned for a moment, and it was enough for him to taste the rarest and most ecstatic taste in the world.
Murong Ci suddenly woke up and turned his head.
"My father's life or death was uncertain, but she and her father-killing enemy were fighting in front of him, doing something shameless and contrary to their identity!"
She hated herself even more for losing her mind under his frivolity.
Grief and anger surged out of her heart, and she asked sternly, "Did you kill my father?"
"Yes or no, what difference does it make? Can you escape from the palm of my hand?"
Murong Yu smiled half-heartedly, pinched her cheeks, and locked eyes with her as sharp and cold as a falcon.
His long, well-articulated fingers exerted force, causing her soft cheeks to sag.
She was so angry that her whole body was shaking, and she shouted angrily: "Let me go!"
"As long as Your Highness stays by my side obediently, I can let the Murong clan go."
He smiled slightly, it was the cruel sneer and sharp spirit of a king.
The hot breath smells of alcohol, masculine and domineering.
With her hands restrained and unable to move, the only thing she could do was¡ª¡ª
Murong Ci suddenly kissed the thin lips that were close at hand, biting them wantonly and clumsily, eagerly, without any structure, and very raw.
He was stunned for a moment, and then he cooperated with the sudden kiss and went into the abyss with her, intoxicated with love.
The breaths were intertwined, and it was impossible to tell whose breathing was between the heavy gasps.
The blood tide was running fast and the huge waves were surging into the sky. Murong Yu could not help but hug her tightly, his deep eyes were half-closed, and he tried his best to take her softness, beauty and beauty as his own, forgetting that they were mortal enemies and sworn enemies. He is a man who has lost the tenderness in his arms and forgotten the abyss of this world
Murong Ci almost got lost in his fiery warmth. It was a magical world that would devour people's souls and make people unable to extricate themselves.
With a thought in her mind, she bit down hard with her lips and teeth -
Murong Yu noticed something. In fact, he had already guessed His Highness's intention, but he was just happy with it.
There was a sharp pain on the tip of her tongue. She only bit it a little bit, and the fishy smell of blood filled the air.
At this time, he relaxed. Taking advantage of this opportunity, she slapped her on the chest, so sharply that he stepped aside, feeling surprised.
It turns out that His Highness is not weak.
&nThe red flowers bloom in the sun.
"Zhaohua, you have only returned from Beijing for half a year. It's okay if your father doesn't blame you. You have to go there every day to say hello, be more filial to your father, and serve your father for one or two more years before talking about marriage." Concubine Qiao said seriously. Di advised, "Now your father Huanglong is ill and needs to stay in bed for a year and a half, but you are in a hurry to get married. You are really ignorant."
"It is precisely because my father is lying ill that I want to get married to celebrate my father's happiness." Murong Shang looked at the beautiful oval face in the diamond-shaped bronze mirror, "Maybe my father will be happy when I get married. It¡¯ll get better soon.¡±
"Anything that is meant to bring happiness is a lie." Concubine Qiao stood behind her daughter, put her hands on her shoulders, and advised her earnestly, "Zhaohua, listen to your mother and concubine, it's not too late to discuss the marriage next year."
"If we wait until next year, I may not be able to marry the one I love, so how can I get married?" Murong Shang pursed her red lips.
"Tell me, concubine, who is your crush?" Concubine Qiao looked at her daughter who looked like flowers and jade in the bronze mirror, her heart trembling. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com