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Chapter 1970 Guizi Scroll's Touching Words, Destroyed

When Feng Ziying stepped into Chongxuan Temple, it was also the quietest time in the afternoon.

Yuan Chun was out of the palace again, and she didn't know what reason she was looking for, but Bao Qin came to say hello to herself a day in advance.

From Baoqin's complex expression, one can feel that Baoqin is both worried and afraid, and of course there are some expectations, it's hard to sum it up in one word.

Yuanchun should have talked to Baoqin about some things, but it is not clear whether he has explained everything in the future, and Feng Ziying can't ask deeply. Anyway, he also believes in Baoqin's loyalty to Yuanchun, and that is enough.

This time Feng Ziying did not greet the abbot Xuanzhen, but quietly entered Chongxuan Temple in disguise, while Baoqin and Na Chengen waited outside the quiet courtyard, and sneaked in as soon as Feng Ziying arrived.

Of course, Feng Ziying was not so careless, and a group of guards were also deployed around the small courtyard of the quiet room, just in case.

Hearing Feng Ziying's footsteps, Yuan Chun, who had been standing in front of the window thinking, suddenly turned around.

He walked a few steps, wanting to rush forward, but seemed to think of something again, stopped abruptly, hesitated to speak, and his slightly shy eyes became fiery.

When Feng Ziying spread his hands, Yuan Chun finally stopped being reserved and rushed over, hugging Feng Ziying tightly.

The plump body threw herself into her arms, and Feng Ziying deeply felt the true meaning of the word sensuality.

He was in a trance. At the beginning, there was a kind of firmness full of elasticity. It was difficult to describe it in words, but it could only be reduced to one word, moist.

Feng Ziying's men subconsciously wanted to sneak in from the hem of the skirt, Yuan Chun just resisted a little, and let Feng Ziying do whatever he wanted.

It wasn't until Feng Ziying slid his other hand down Wen Run's lower abdomen to explore, and went straight to the wonderful place, that Yuan Chun gave him a white look reproachfully, stopping the other party's presumptuousness.

Although the right hand failed to explore, but the left hand tried to find the beauty of the world. The suet jade that cannot be grasped with one hand is comparable to Wang Xifeng, but it is a little more firm and firm than an unmarried virgin.

Feng Ziying has not had such an almost impulsive desire for a long time due to the pleasure brought by the hands.

Absolutely a stunner, the perfection of every detail is only felt when you savor it carefully.

Feng Ziying did not go further, but carefully maintained this layer of feelings that needed to be nurtured slowly.

He knows that haste makes waste. Yuan Chun is a young virgin. Although he is not young, his experience in this area is blank. Even the closest relationship with a man is like a blank sheet of paper, and he has to rely entirely on himself. Paint her feelings.

The two got tired of being together like this, Feng Ziying had already kissed Yuan Chun's cherry lips, and the full-scale offensive made Yuan Chun fall completely, as long as he didn't break through the last hurdle, the other Yuan Chun would be completely defenseless against Feng Ziying.

After a long time, Feng Ziying and Yuan Chun slowly woke up from the dream. At this time, Feng Ziying was sitting in the official hat chair, while Yuan Chun was held in his arms by him.

Hairpins and temples are chaotic, and the white and full neck is connected from head to tail by the untied skirt, and the deep ravine is squeezed by the full peaks on both sides, making it even more unfathomable.

"Ziying, you are becoming more and more reckless, and you are not afraid of being seen." After a long time, Yuanchun sighed quietly and said, "I don't know when these affairs in the palace will come to an end?"

"As long as you leave your ambitions, I will not leave you behind. Naturally, I will get you out and give you back a normal life. It is only a matter of time. Don't worry, everything will be fine." Feng Ziying was very happy Frankly speaking.

Yuan Chun seemed to like listening to such words that gave her a sense of certainty.

This can give her a great sense of comfort and security after staying in the palace for a long time and dealing with those with ulterior motives.

Especially when this person turned into his lover like a dream.

This kind of extravagant hope once existed in my dream, but I didn't expect it to become a reality.

Even Yuan Chun admired himself for being so bold, and forcibly "forced" the relationship between the two into such a situation. This may be his most proud move.

Recalling the various interactions between myself and Feng Ziying, this man seems to have always maintained a certain sense of alienation and guard against himself, but it cannot be denied that his own charm also has a special attraction to him.

Yuan Chun wasn't sure if her status as a concubine was part of the attraction, but if it was, it wasn't the main thing.

This man has a firm mind and careful thinking. Perhaps his complex feelings towards women, or his own special charm, are the main reasons why he can finally succeed in breaking through this point.

Jia Yuanchun felt an indescribable tingling all over his body from the thrill of conquering this huge achievement, known as the most dazzling political star in the capital city.

If it weren't for the fact that Tiangui had been away for a long time and now was the most dangerous time for him, Yuan Chun really wanted to dedicate himself.

"I believe." Yuan Chun raised his head, looked at the confident light in Feng Ziying's tiger eyes, and even his voice trembled, "Sometimes I feel that living in the palace feels like a year, if I don't find something to resolve, I feel that I will They're going to be driven insane."

Feng Ziying laughed, "Yuanchun, you have been in the palace for so many years, don't you even have the patience for this?"

"I don't care! It was the past. At that time, I never thought so much, and I didn't have your expectations. It's not an exaggeration to say that my heart is ashamed, but now I have worries, it's different. "

Yuan Chun's pink and jade-like jaw is round and full, and can be broken by blowing bombs. It is just under Feng Ziying's eyelids, with the aura of Guanyin. thinking will come to a standstill.

"That's right, it's different." Feng Ziying swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and her voice became a little rough. It is really a huge challenge to endure such suffering, especially when this is her own weakness. But for a longer and better life in the future, we still need to wait for the right time, and if you are really free, you might as well do something for me."

Hearing Feng Ziying's serious words, Yuan Chun woke up from the intoxication, sat up straight, and pulled back his clothes, "What can I do for you? Monitor Qiu Shi'an?"

"Qiu Shi'an doesn't need to be monitored. I told you last time that he is an extremely smart and smooth person who has been able to stand in the palace for so many years. As long as he can understand who is most beneficial to him, he will spare no effort to do it." , without supervision."

Feng Ziying's palm got into his clothes again, but Yuan Chun didn't want to interfere with the business at this time, so he patted Feng Ziying's palm and gave him a reproachful look, "Ziying, we have plenty of time in the future, are you really short of women? Anxious? Baochai, Daiyu, Yingchun, Baoqin, and your long-term wife, even Miaoyu and Xiuyan followed you, it’s not enough for you..."

Feng Ziying withdrew her hand, but there was no sign of shame on her face, and said calmly: "Everyone has their own unique taste and meaning, the orchid in the empty valley, the hibiscus in the water, the magnificent peony, the dew crabapple, the aoxue wintersweet, each has its own unique taste and meaning. Same, so Yuanchun, you can't use such words as anxious to say about me,..."

Blocked by Feng Ziying's righteous words for a while, Yuan Chun rolled his eyes, "Then what kind of flower do you think I am?"

This is what caught Feng Ziying. In "A Dream of Red Mansions", Yuanchun corresponds to the pomegranate flower, which means more seeds and more children, but the verdict is really unlucky, and Yuanchun's fate is obviously changed by himself. It seems a little inappropriate to use pomegranate flower to describe it. Among the flowers, the rich and the peony?
In Feng Ziying's mind, Yuanchun and Baochai both have an innate aura of wealth and nobility, but the two daughters are naturally different. Pampered and treated well, coupled with her graceful temperament and marrying herself, she is rich and rich.

"In my mind, you should be the magnificent Yao Huang Wei Zi, but I hope you are the fiery red durian flower..." Feng Ziying blinked.

Yuanchun is at a loss, and the rich peony is easy to understand, but what does the durian flower mean? "Why do you want me to be Liuhua?"

"Many seeds and many sons, isn't it suitable for our Feng family?" Feng Ziying chuckled.

This is probably the most touching love story that Yuan Chun has heard in his life, and it is said in such a situation, it can be said that Yuan Chun's inner confusion and hesitation are swept away like a shattered one.

She had thought about her situation after leaving the palace, but with her special status, I am afraid that Feng Ziying might only have the idea of ​​being obscene. Responsibility, no matter how beautiful she is, but to Feng Ziying, it is more like a poison wrapped in honey. It is enough to lick the honey, but it must not be swallowed.

Yuan Chun's cheeks flushed suddenly, but there was a strange light in his pretty eyes, and even his whole chest heaved sharply, biting his lips with his white teeth, he said in a trembling voice: "Ziying, do you really think so?"

"When did I, Feng Ziying, break my promise in front of people?" Feng Ziying said proudly: "That's what I thought in my heart. If you leave the palace and you follow me, you will naturally have children for me, and Yuanchun, you are born with many children. Fu's physique,..."

Yuan Chun couldn't help strangling Feng Ziying tightly with his jade arms, trying to embed his body into the opponent's body, tears rolled down without disappointment, and quickly wet Feng Ziying's chest and skirt.

Feng Ziying only felt a heat on her chest, and she naturally understood that the beauty in her arms was very emotional, so she raised her hand and raised her pink cheeks, "Why, didn't you believe me before? Or half-believed? Then you are too young Look at me, in the future you will know that I, Feng Keng, is more valuable than Ji Bu, what I say is what I say..."

Yuan Chun just hugged Feng Ziying tightly and remained silent, but his increasingly fiery body, together with his teary eyes, but his plump lips that voluntarily turned up, seemed to have explained everything.

(End of this chapter)