Lord, don't be too arrogant

So even if she doesn't say anything, he will definitely not touch her tonight, just like the dozen or so concubines who came and went, just throw them in Xiyuan and keep them in captivity. Anyway, they are forbidden to leave the house, and they can't make any noise .

However, these words came out of her mouth first!He grows up so big, not to mention his status is extremely noble, even if that face is placed there, there are countless women who want to post it. If he is not clean and self-sufficient, and he is not close to women, the Beiting Palace will have to be stuffed with red cards Well, today is the first time for me to be...disliked by this mediocre woman in front of me.

What a fire!

With a wave of his hand, Lu Yao felt his body crooked, and fell heavily on the bed. The sound of pearls and jade could be heard endlessly, and his eyes were dazzling red. The bright red satin embroidered dragon and phoenix Double Happiness quilt, the silk silk descendants Wandai side curtain, reflected the red sandalwood carvings The dragon and phoenix lanterns on the seat, the prince's red silk clothes almost blended with the surrounding red, only the mercury-like black hair and black eyes can be seen clearly.

"Don't even think about it! This king is going to consummate the marriage with you tonight!" The domineering voice was full of anger, Huangfu Qingcheng raised his hand, and with a soft 'chi' sound, Lu Yao's embroidered Fengjiang silk wedding dress was torn from the neckline half.

Lu Yao was so frightened that he was going to die!His rhetoric can be said to be full of wisdom, every sentence is sincere, well-founded, why is this prince Mao suddenly behaving like a beast?This guy's logical thinking is contrary to ordinary people!

"No!" He hurriedly clutched his chest, but it was okay, he couldn't help but feel grateful to the woman who wrapped him into rice dumplings this morning, or he would have been exposed just now.

"Why not?" His black eyes narrowed dangerously, his voice was low and hoarse, revealing arrogance.How dare she refuse!Huangfu Qingcheng was about to explode with rage!There was another soft sound, and half of Lu Yao's underwear was torn off.

Lu Yao was completely panicked, he struggled with his hands and feet, but Huangfu Qingcheng's movements were faster and his strength was too great to resist.

He broke down and shouted, "The concubine's aunt is here!"

"I can't save you even if I come here!" Huangfu Qingcheng said that Huangfu Qingcheng had torn off most of his skirt, revealing two smooth and soft long legs. But she looks so ecstasy and captivating.

Lu Yao felt that Huangfu Qingcheng's big hands had already touched his thighs, bringing a numb sensation, and he couldn't help shouting, "No way, my lord! I want to be popular!"

"That's right, I'm going to make you popular tonight." Huangfu Qingcheng's breathing gradually became heavy, and a wave of evil fire surged up. He couldn't suppress it anymore, and began to lower his head and kiss Lu Yao's collarbone and half-exposed shoulders, while gently kissing Lu Yao's shoulders with both hands. With a pull, Lu Yao's underwear was also torn.

Lu Yao was going crazy, he was holding the quilt tightly to cover his chest, his head was running fast, damn, what is the name of the ancient month and event!

"Concubine! Sunflower water is here!" Just as Huangfu Qingcheng's hand was about to press on his chest, a flash of light flashed in Lu Yao's mind, and he finally shouted out this life-saving word.

As if someone pressed the pause button, all Huangfu Qingcheng's movements stopped.

Sunflower water has always been considered by men to be filthy, yin and evil.

Huangfu Qingcheng looked at Lu Yao, whose clothes were mostly in tatters, his eyes were full of fear, anger, and a little...disgust.Lu Yao doesn't like men, and he doesn't like men touching him.

The lust was immediately extinguished, and then turned into an impulse with nowhere to vent, Huangfu Qingcheng unknowingly burst into anger again, he turned over and sat up, breaking the bedpost with his palm.The beautifully carved six-poster bed of Fugui Panlong just tilted a corner, sawdust fell on Lu Yao's face one after another, he was too terrified to move or speak.

For a long time, Lu Yao felt as if a century had passed.

Huangfu Qingcheng spoke again, with unconcealable depression, "Is it because of him? Gu Zichu?"

"No, no, you really misunderstood this. Gu Zichu and I...are no different from strangers." Lu Yao hastily swore to the sky and separated the relationship. He had no doubt that the King of Beiting wanted to take care of his head at this time Come give me a palm.

"……Humph!"

Huangfu Qingcheng took a deep look at him, his sharp gaze could kill someone, then he got up, brushed his sleeves, and slammed the door away.

This time, Lu Yao waited for him to walk for a long time before he dared to let out a sigh of relief. Only then did he realize that his whole body was covered in cold sweat, which even wet the brocade quilt under him.

It’s okay, it’s okay, my life and integrity are saved...

Chapter [-] Devil's Steward and Saber

"Oh? You said that the prince rushed out of the door angrily and slept soundly tonight?" A pair of bare hands wiped the velvet scarf repeatedly. Those hands were as soft as jade and boneless. He picked up an emerald-like crystal clear grape on the sapphire plate in front of him and put it in his mouth.

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. The lord has ordered that no one can enter Songmo Studio tonight." A young servant with lower eyebrows and pleasing eyes stood aside.

The person on the soft couch chuckled, and picked up another grape, "I can't see that Nangong Luyao is really capable."

Ming Media is marrying the concubine of Beiting Wangfu, and the marriage is bestowed by the emperor, so dignified and beautiful.Originally, even if Huangfu Qingcheng didn't want to, he had to spend the night in the new house tonight because of the emperor's face.And that Nangong Luyao, who could even screw up this, didn't know what kind of bad luck he had touched the prince.

"Secretly spread the news and tell the ten or so wives in Xiyuan..."

"My lord, aren't you making fun of yourself?" The servant was puzzled.

The jade hand knocked on the boy's head, "Juanshu, so you don't understand. Those who speak in Xiyuan usually don't have to cause me a lot of trouble. The position of concubine in the palace has always been vacant. So I tacitly allowed me to mediate among the wives. Now the real manager is here, but the concubine is high on the throne. If the prince lives in the Panluan Palace tonight, this name is justified. ..." At this point, he sneered again. "Zuo Zuo is just someone who fell out of favor. It's just a title. Give the ladies something to think about. Think about it, Juan Shu, am I focusing on the conflicts between the ten or so wives, or the conflict between the wives and the princess alone?" Is it easy to contradict?"

Juanshu bowed his head and thought for a while, then seriously replied: "It's not easy."

The man couldn't help laughing when he heard it, his eyes rolled around, but he brought out a lofty and distant air, "Juanshu, so I said, you don't understand. Someone must be responsible for everything, and power and responsibility complement each other. The so-called high place It’s the reason why it’s so cold.”

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand and motioned for the scroll, "Send a cup of lotus leaf lily and lotus seed soup to Songmozhai, to clear the lungs of the prince." He sat down on the bed with his clothes rolled up, like a flying butterfly. She seemed to be in a good mood, with a gentle smile on her face, a jade-like luster on her beautiful face, with a crown and belt, elegant clothes, and a radiant spirit.

Although Juanshu is always by his side day and night, he can't help but lose his focus for a while.

Such a person, who is not an official or an official, but willingly lives in the Beiting Palace. As a man, he is naturally unknown.

Juanshu had carefully inquired about it, but the young master just smiled and said, "Three lifetimes of kindness, one lifetime of love. If there is another life, I would like to do so."

Luo Fan, the name given to him by the prince when he brought him back to the mansion, in Juanshu's heart, he is really like a fallen fairy.

Songmozhai, the South Study Room of the King's Mansion of Kitako.

Huangfu Qingcheng sat alone in the study and didn't ask the servant to light the lamp.The room was filled with black ink, he just stared blankly at his hands, the moonlight poured in from the window like mercury, shining white on those hands, these were a pair of extremely pampered hands, although the palms of the hands were born due to holding the sword for a long time A few cocoons, but still plump and soft.

He couldn't figure out what was wrong with him tonight, that he would have an irresistible impulse towards a woman, and when these hands walked over her body, he didn't show any disgust at all.He still clearly remembers that even when his mother held his hand when he was young, he couldn't help shaking. It was the resistance from the depths of his soul, and tonight... thinking of her strong resistance under him, And the stubborn eyes with a bit of disgust, his emotions can't help but rise again, mixed with anger, anger, and a kind of inexplicable anxiety...

"My lord, Mr. Luo sent someone to wait outside the palace."

Although the prince ordered that no one was allowed to enter Songmo Studio, when Juan Shu came outside the door with the soup cup in his hand, he was immediately passed in.

However, seeing that the visitor was only a scroll, Huangfu Qingcheng's eyes flashed a bit of disappointment that could not be concealed.

"Where is Luo Fanan?"

"My lord said it was getting late, and the younger one was already asleep when he sent the soup." Juanshu responded in a low voice, and after a while, when Huangfu Qingcheng did not speak, Juanshu asked again, "Are you going to summon your lord?"

"Now that you're asleep, there's no need. Go down."

But at this time, Luo Fan was not by his side.Huangfu Qingcheng's words were full of unconcealable depression.

"For painting, call Yue Jiansheng."

"Yes."

After a while, the door was pushed open, with the sound of a sword, and a figure in the shadow strode in.

"My lord, why don't you light the lamp in such darkness?"

As he spoke, he took out the Huozhe from his bosom, and lighted up the bird screen palace lantern.

The lights flickered on and off, reflecting Yue Jiansheng's heroic face even more profound and distant.

Yue Jiansheng, the chief guard of Beizheng Palace, devoted himself to his duties, and almost no one saw him leaving the prince ten meters away.The servants of the palace saw it more than once, as long as the prince clapped his hands, the tight-fitting black-clothed guard would appear from various unexpected places.

At this time, he was still dressed in black clothes, and he was the only one in the huge palace, who was still allowed to wear a sword when he was serving Huangfu Qingcheng in close proximity.

Before Yue Jiansheng turned his head, he felt surrounded by someone from behind.