Phoenix Phoenix Zhi E Fang

Xian'a opened her eyes as if bewitched by him, her eyes were full of panic and tension.

Murong Chong bit her ear, his voice became hoarse: "It's too late to regret it now."

Xian'a shook her head and said, "I don't regret it."

Murong Chong was greatly encouraged by her words, their eyes met with mist, Murong Chong kissed her lips again, and said: "Don't be afraid."

Xian'a was soothed by his voice, and slowly relaxed with his kiss.

Murong Chong's lips began to move down, sliding over her neck, gently sucking the red plum on her chest, and poking his fingers down...

Xian'a's groan came out softly, and she came back from the momentary trance, her face flushed red and she was at a loss, just as she was about to reach out to cover her mouth, Murong Chong used another hand to cover her mouth. hand stopped.

"Don't think about anything, don't worry about anything, I want to see your reaction..." Murong Chong used his panting voice to trick Xian'a into withdrawing the line of defense...

The red candles in the house flickered, the bed curtains swayed lightly, and the girl sobbed softly like a nightingale, until the branches of the moon were on top, and the lights in the world were all extinguished, and then it stopped...

Murong Chong lay hugging Xian'a, their bodies were still a little hot in this cold night, Xian'a's soul seemed to have just returned from an unknown place, her body was still trembling slightly, Murong Chong caressed Looking at her back, feeling the temperature of her body, helping her to calm down.

"Chong..." Xian'a managed to find her voice.

"I'm here." Murong Chong replied softly, and kissed her forehead: "Tired?"

Xian'a didn't answer, she took advantage of the opportunity to put her head into Murong Chong's arms, and found a comfortable position. After a while, Murong Chong felt her long and gentle breath beating against his chest, a little itchy, but he didn't want to push it away.

Murong Chong smiled helplessly, but there was a sweetness in the smile that he didn't even realize. He gently pulled the brocade quilt aside and covered the two of them. For the first time, he didn't feel bored sleeping with someone...

At the same time, the Great Qin Palace

"Your Majesty..." the woman below me softly whispered, very touching.

But Fu Jian turned the person over as if he had never heard of it, and moved from behind to support the woman's slender waist without any pity.

The woman seemed unwilling and wanted to turn around and put her arms around his neck, but Fu Jian frowned and slapped her hand off, but the movement under him hit her harder.

"Your Majesty..." the woman whispered again.

"Shut up! Did I tell you to talk!?" Fu Jian simply pushed her away. Although there was no relief somewhere under him, he still put on his clothes and left without looking back.

When the palace servants waiting at the door saw Fu Jian coming out, they rushed up to greet him, and followed Fu Jian silently.

An elderly palace man couldn't help sighing silently.In the past few days, the emperor's temper has also become weird.Looking back at the bedroom where the light was still on, it seemed that the concubine could still hear the mournful cry inside.

Shaking his head, the palace man put away his worthless sympathy and served the emperor, protecting himself is the most important thing.

With no purpose and no one to lead the way, Fu Jian unknowingly walked to the gate of the courtyard full of depression, cursed himself in his heart, but walked forward.

Walking into the courtyard door, I saw a little light in the room that should have been empty.

Fu Jian's heart tightened, he knew it was impossible, but he couldn't help but walked towards that point of light.

The door was pushed open, and the people in the room seemed to be frightened, and knocked down the candlestick by mistake. For a while, they didn't know each other.

"Who?" Fu Jian frowned and took a step back, allowing the moonlight outside the door to shine in, and at the same time became vigilant.

"Know Your Majesty." Upon hearing Fu Jian's voice, Princess Qinghe calmed down the panic just now, and saluted respectfully.Even under such light, Fu Jian couldn't see her movements clearly.

"Qinghe?" Fu Jian asked suspiciously, "Why are you here?"

"Probably the same reason as the king." Princess Qinghe replied.

"Ha." Fu Jian laughed mockingly: "Do you know why I came here? I don't even know why."

"It's true that I don't know why, but it's because I couldn't fall asleep because I was tossing and turning. As I walked around, my heart walked with my feet."

"It seems that your reason is the same as mine again." Fu Jian said as he walked into the room, his eyes had adapted to the dim light, although he couldn't see clearly, he could already recognize Princess Qinghe's unadorned attire.

"On this point, Qinghe is different from the king."

"It's different again?" Fu Jian looked at her with interest.

"The king is because of longing, and the concubine is because of guilt."

"Missing..." Fu Jian repeated these two words, and asked again: "What is missing?"

"When you enter your eyes, you will see the person you want, and when you enter your dream, you will see the person you miss." Qinghe replied.

Fu Jian stood up, walked up to Qinghe, put his arms around her waist and pressed him against him, his words were joking: "Then you are wrong about Qinghe, I don't know what I miss, and I don't have you The performance of the longing I mentioned. I just want to put out a little fire."

As Fu Jian spoke, he lifted Qinghe's skirt with one hand, allowing her to feel a scorching heat in her body, and then said: "I just don't know whether this fire is anger or heart fire, if you can help me pour it out Kill it..."

Fu Jian paused for a moment, and his hands tore off the shelter under Qing He's skirt, and broke into her tenderness without any tenderness. One hand blocked her body that was about to retreat, and the other hand He pinched her chin and said, "I will reward you generously."

Qinghe used his last rationality to control the body that was unconsciously trying to resist because of the pain, and obediently let Fu Jian push himself against the table, rushing against him without any emotion.

After a long time, Fu Jian let go of Qinghe and smiled mockingly: "It turns out that you can't let me vent my anger."

Fu Jian straightened his clothes and was about to leave, but was held back by Qinghe. He turned his head and saw her tear-stained face. He didn't feel sorry for her, but frowned in displeasure, and didn't say anything.

"Qinghe is fine." Princess Qinghe took a deep breath and said.

"Yes?" Fu Jian turned around and took away her hand that was still holding the hem of his clothes, and said with a smile: "I just tried it, it can't."

"There is one more thing, the king didn't try it." Qing He looked up at Fu Jian's face.

"Oh?" Fu Jian hadn't reacted for a moment, Qinghe had already taken off her dress, the moonlight shone on her smooth body, she was as beautiful as a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world, unstained by the dust.

But Fu Jian just raised his eyebrows, unconsciously comparing her with a certain body in memory, that one is more beautiful, Fu Jian said softly in his heart.