Bancheng Fengyue

The wind from the courtyard penetrated through the wooden door, blowing the green gauze, the tea in the cup was already cold, and the Dragon Princess in her arms finally stopped struggling. ()

She clenched her hands into fists and pressed against his chest, as if she was holding on to something. The gold ring slipped off her clothes at some point, and a few strands of her long hair were caught between her intertwined lips.

Fu Cang slowly moved away from her a little, her eyes were covered by his hands, only the lower half of her face was exposed, her plump and beautiful lips were slightly parted and wet, breathing thinly, with a few long hairs sticking to her, following her breath trembling.

There was something boiling in the blood, and the severe pain of the punishment made him become direct and bold. He used his fingers to push away the hair sticking to her lips, leaned over and licked her wet lips again. Take a sip.

Xuan Yi let out a very slight and soft hum in his snort, his face was flushed suddenly, he turned his head to hide for a while, his lips fell on his hot cheeks, the skin he touched was as delicate as flower petals, he couldn't hold back for a while, in front of her Tossing and turning and kissing her gently, the hand covering her eyes instinctively slid down, fingertips stroking her slender neck.

The Dragon Princess in his arms began to struggle violently again, and the fists on his chest pushed him hard and beat him. ()

Fu Cang let her go slowly, allowing her to kick countless feet on her body, but she kicked too hard and fell down on her own, several books on the bookshelf were knocked off, and all fell on her body.

She was rarely in this embarrassment, the water green lotus dress was full of wrinkles, and the cloak fell on the ground and got tangled up with her loose long hair. Fu Cang leaned over to pull her, and she began to push hard again, her voice was slightly hoarse, and she seemed a little weak: "Don't touch me!"

She huddled under the bookshelf, quickly combed her long hair with five fingers, reinserted the gold ring, and smoothed the wrinkles of her clothes with her palms. The blurred blush on her face just now seemed to disappear in an instant, and she became pale and cold again.

Xuan Yi tidied up his clothes, got up suddenly and walked out.

Fu Cang had anticipated all her reactions, jumping up and beating her violently, making sharp sarcasm, and even yelling indecently to call the priest, but he didn't expect that she would leave without saying a word.

Just go like this? Come as soon as you say it, leave as soon as you say it, pester it as soon as you say it is entangled, and turn your face as soon as you say it. She will always act recklessly towards him like this, full of trampling intentions. (shared with Qunmei)

Fu Cang's hand was like lightning, and he grabbed her arm, and she beat her back without any politeness, even kicked and scratched, without any elegant image. He still didn't move, no matter how many times she hit, the result was probably that the floor was too slippery, she moved a bit too much, slipped and almost fell down again.

Fu Cang gave her a hand, seeing that she was still struggling to run, he became angry, grabbed two waving hands, and pinned them to her chest. Xuan Yi struggled in every possible way, but couldn't regain his strength, so he was panting from exhaustion, and collapsed in his arms.

Fu Cang hugged her tightly, his voice was a bit harsh: "Aren't you trying to pester me? Why do you want to run away again?"

To entangle him in countless ways, to drag him down, since he has fallen, how about having a good time, and stabbing him right in the heart? Or hold him tight? Now that you're here, don't leave, don't even think about leaving.

Xuan Yi panted a few times, then suddenly fell silent, and after a while, he spoke in a low voice, with a strange and illusory tone: "Brother Fu Cang, do you want to force me to practice yin and yang with you?"

Fu Cang's arm trembled slightly, and he looked down at her, her head was lowered, all expressions were blocked by her long hair. ()

"...You think so?" His voice was also extremely low.

She said slowly: "Is it because you are willing to postpone a dream for a thousand years only if you practice Yin and Yang together with you?"

Fu Cang let go of her abruptly, and she made all his struggles so ridiculous and dirty with just one sentence. There seemed to be thousands of butterflies fluttering their wings in his ears, and the countless steel needles that shuttled through his body seemed to be pierced into his eyes suddenly.

He quickly closed his eyes, opened them again, and asked her with a trace of determination: "Do you like me?"

Xuan Yi slowly bit his lip, frowned, his heavy and difficult panting echoed in the room, and gradually, it seemed to become A Niang's hazy voice, she hugged her, grabbed her, tears and blood fell together On her face, she said: Ah Yi, don't fall in love with anyone easily in the future, you will feel sweet and infinite in the first moment, but then there will be endless pain.

She held her breath, clenched her fists hard, and turned to look at him: "If I don't say I like you, will you ignore me again?"

Fu Cang gave a low laugh, took a few steps back, and suddenly showed a look of weakness, and asked her intermittently: "In the future... will you... like it?"

She had that preoccupied and embarrassed expression on her face again, avoiding his sight and avoiding all his desperate attempts.

The loud cracking sound echoed around Fu Cang's ears, she didn't catch him, and let him shatter to the ground.

One kill.

Fu Cang took another two steps back, his complexion turned pale, and he said in a low voice: "You go."

Xuan Yi hesitated for a moment, then slowly backed out of the room and stopped outside the door. Those noisy winds began to envelop her, and an inexplicable chill suddenly appeared in her heart, and she called him suddenly: "Fu Cang..."

There was a chill in her throat, and the blue Chun Jun sword pressed against it, abruptly interrupting her words.

Fu Cang held Chunjun in his hand, and looked at her coldly, the tenderness that once filled his eyes that made her fear, and the malice that made her want to challenge, they all disappeared, only the boundless silence and jumping hatred remained. meaning.

"Go." He said one last word.

The dragon scales on her neck hadn't fully grown yet, Chun Jun pierced her skin, and the weak pain gradually spread to the depths of her body, making her at a loss as to what to do.

Does he hate her so much?

Xuan Yi stared at him blankly, took two steps back, turned around and walked towards the end of the nanmu corridor, picked up his shoes, and left the courtyard without looking back.

Back in the front hall, Emperor Bai Ze was still drinking tea and chatting with Emperor Qing. Seeing her back, Emperor Bai Ze jumped off his chair in relief: "Have you seen it? Then go back, I've been bothering you here for a long time."

Xuan Yi smiled: "Yes, let's go back."

Emperor Qing couldn't see the strange look on her face~www.readwn.com~ This little princess didn't show any concern on her face, he had a bad premonition in his heart, he hurriedly sent the two guests away, and he immediately went to In Fu Cang's courtyard, after breaking through the clouds, he saw that Fu Cang did not stay in the house, but sat alone on the nanmu corridor, and he did not pick up the unsheathed Chunjun sword that fell to the ground.

Emperor Qing couldn't help but said softly: "Fu Cang, how are you chatting with Princess Xuanyi?"

After waiting for a long time without any reply from him, he approached slowly, but was shocked to find that the child's complexion was extremely ugly, and the auspicious light around him was flickering on and off, which was obviously a sign of spiritual damage.

He hurriedly supported his shoulders, and asked in a low voice: "What happened? Could it be that you are fighting with Princess Xuanyi again?"

Fu Cang smiled softly, picked up Chun Jun and put it in the sheath, saying: "It's nothing, father don't have to worry."

Qingdi frowned as he watched him slowly walk back into the room to hang up the pure jun, and drifted into the bedroom behind the green gauze like a cloud of smoke, without making a sound.

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