Feng Lian Yue Hua Leng

Huang Qingyue returned to her bedroom, and her father's actions undoubtedly pointed the finger of the emperor's brother at her, which made her have to deal with it.

He had even heard that Qing Yi was unparalleled among Beihuang women in terms of talent and appearance. He didn't necessarily feel very happy, but he also didn't see how much he hated her.

"Moon Soul."

After waiting for a while, there was no movement. Recently this month, the soul shadow guard has become more and more incompetent, and his behavior has been suspicious.

Just as she was about to go out to look for Yueying, she turned around and was taken aback by the person who came, her cold eyes showed a hint of hesitation and uneasiness.

"Chu Fengyu, what are you doing here?" A simple sentence.

"I think you should know."

Originally, Yuqin brought Lian Qingyi tonight, but suddenly he lost interest, and remembered the style of the white-clothed boy in the past few days, left that delicate beauty behind, and sneaked into the palace.

"Aren't you afraid that I will trap you and kill you, Prince Chu?"

Going to the chair and sitting down again, Huang Qingyue reminded.

"you will not."

Chaohuang Qingyue, who was talking ambiguously, showed an evil smile, her eyes full of affection.

"Now this is not the place you should come to, Chu Fengyu, I advise you to come out less often."

"Huang Qingyue, are you caring about me?"

"You're thinking too much, I just don't want Beihuang to suffer."

"The Seventh Prince is concerned about Beihuang, but do you remember what I said when I left today?"

Walking in front of Huang Qingyue, she pulled her into her arms.

With a "teng", Huang Qingyue's face became a little hot, and panic appeared in her clear water eyes.

Just watching silently, the charming young man who was slightly taller than himself by half a head.

Sure enough, the person in front of me is still seductive, and the familiar orchid fragrance lingering around the tip of her nose is even more provocative to her nerves.

"Chu Fengyu, let me go."

As cold and silent as him, how could he be out of step now, pushing the person who imprisoned him at a loss, forgetting that he has internal strength for a moment.

"They are already members of this seat, and they are still so hypocritical, but this seat also likes it."

"Chu Fengyu, if you don't let go, don't blame me for being rude."

The cold voice yelled, but it didn't stop the movement of the person in front of him. Instead, he untied the ribbon around his waist with force.

"This seat wants to see how you are welcome."

He lowered his head and kissed the person who still wanted to open his mouth to speak, and kissed until the other party became a little weak before letting go, and a charming and cold voice sounded.

"Huang Qingyue, you are just here to atone for someone's sin. I want it if I want it, and I won't allow you to refuse."

Holding the boy in white, he turned around, sat down on the chair, put the boy on his lap, and his robe slipped to the ground.

Seeing the young man in front of him retreating in his fine clothes, with frightened eyes in his eyes, Chu Fengyu's heart was haunted by strange emotions, which were complicated and chaotic, and he couldn't make sense of them, so his movements became a little rough, as if he could only suppress them in this way. The mood disturbed by the person in his arms.

In the middle of the night, an extremely disturbing sound came from the quiet hall.

"Mother, mother, don't leave Yu'er behind."

The boy frowned tightly, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Yu'er will be obedient."

With anxiety and urgency, she screamed like silver needles, piercing Huang Qingyue's heart in great pain.

What kind of painful experience would it be that made the young man endure so much? Only at this moment in his dream can he reveal his true feelings.