The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

"Good! Since you are interested again, then I will accompany you." Rong Jing suddenly shot.

Shocked by Yun Qingyue, he immediately embraced Rongjing's arm and lightly dyed Ye at night: "The painting has been painted for you, aren't you going to the palace? Don't you go quickly?" She didn't want her Qianyue Pavilion to become a spiritual platform There is no scum left in the temple of Master Pushan. If the two men hand in hand, the consequences can be imagined. Although Rongjing Wugong has not fully recovered, these days have also recovered. Ye Qingran started to come hard, and she was not uneducated, so it was better to be reconciled.

Ye Qingran snorted coldly, reached for the picture on the table, stared at Rongjing, and stepped out. When he walked to the door, he suddenly said, "Little girl, what are you afraid of him? Does he still eat you?"

Yun Qianyue lowered her head, Rong Jing could really eat her! And there is absolutely no ambiguity.

"It's really one thing! One little girl, you're in his hands!" Ye Qingran grumbled dissatisfiedly, tapping her toes lightly, out of the Qingyue Pavilion, and flew to the palace.

Yun Qianyue saw that Qingran left at night, glanced out of the window, and saw that Ling Lian and Yi Xue were standing there motionlessly, apparently being accommodated in the cave. Otherwise, the two of them will be there, and Rong Jing will definitely remind her when she comes. But she also blamed her and Ye Qingran for being too attentive in painting and studying. Why did you think that Rong Jinghui would go into the room and stand beside them for so long? She looked back at Rongjing and asked pretentiously, "How long have you been here?"

"From when you drew the fifth picture!" Rong Jing said.

Yun Qingyue's hand trembles, and the hand holding his arm looses immediately. So it came so early? Why didn't she find out? She wanted to cry without tears, "Then... so you read the sixty-seven later?"

Rong Jing shook his head, "Read all the seventy-two pictures!"

Yun Qianyue looked at him, did you? He grabbed the paper from Ye Qingran to see that Ye Qingran didn't find it?

"He took those pictures when you painted and compared them again and again. I don't think it would work." Rong Jing said slowly.

Yun Qingyue smoked at the corner of her mouth, thinking that Ye Qingran was a bad star, and today killed her! Do bad things twice and get caught twice. It's all because of him. She had a grudge against him forever. Under the guise of a friend in this life, she wanted to kill her.

"It's getting late, let's eat!" Rong Jing stretched out his hands and rubbed his forehead, flicked his clothes, and sat at the table.

Yun Qianyue blinked, is it all right? not angry? She blinked halfway and saw that Rong Jing was pouring a cup of tea and drinking herself without any indication. She calmed down and shouted outside, "Linglian and Yixue, bring dinner!"

Ling Lian and Yi Xue didn't say anything, Yun Qiangyue looked at Rong Jing, Rong Jing waved his sleeve gently, a ray of air floated across, the two unraveled in unison, and quickly went off with a cry. Thinking that Jing Shizi was not angry, did she turn her temper on the young lady?

Yun Qingyue also felt a little hungry. He lay lazily on the table and looked at Rong Jing and asked, "Did you take Nanliang Guoshi today and see what he looks like?"

Rong Jing shook his head, "No!"

"Aren't you sent to Xing Gong? Didn't he go down to Yuyong from receiving people to entering Xing Gong along the way?" Yun Qianyue raised her eyebrows.

"Down! But wearing a mask!" Rong Jing said: "Xuan Tie mask! Only a pair of eyes are exposed, and the rest can't be seen."

"It's so mysterious!" Yun Qingyue pouted.

At this time, Ling Lian and Yi Xue served dinner, Rong Jing stopped talking, picked up chopsticks, and Yun Qiangyue stopped talking.

After the meal, Yun Qianyue lazily yawned while leaning on a chair. In the afternoon, she never felt relieved. It was dark anyway, and it was good to continue sleeping. She waited for a while before seeing Rong Jing leave, and asked, "Aren't you tired? These days have been preparing for the messenger's entry into Beijing. Tomorrow is the fifty-fifth birthday of the old emperor. It's night! You should go home and rest!"

"It's time to rest!" Rong Jing put down the teacup and got up and stood up. Instead of walking towards the door, he walked toward Yun Qianyue. He came to her in two steps and suddenly reached out to hug her from the chair. .

Yun Qianyue was startled.

"Let's try Seventy-two Springs too!" Rong Jing gave her a warm look and hugged her towards the bed.

Yun Qianyue heard a stiff speech and looked at Rong Jing with wide eyes. Rong Jing raised an eyebrow at her, and she wanted to cry without tears.

Rong Jing slowly came to the bed, placed Yun Qianyue on the bed, and began to undress his wide clothes. The room was slightly dark. His crescent moon white brocade and white jade-like fingers were glowing with light, making him picturesque. The face is clear and white.

"Rong Jing!" Yun Qingyue looked at Rong Jing, thinking he wouldn't play it, right?

"Huh!" Rong Jing responded softly, **** constantly.

"This can't be tried!" Yun Qingyue exhaled and returned. After a few rounds, she took a deep breath.

"I think I can try it!" Rong Jing took off his robe and hung the crescent-white brocade on the hanger, leaving only a thin silk brocade. He glanced at Yun Qiangyue and reached out to undress her clothes.

Yun Qianyue immediately reached out and grabbed his hand, and said with a bitter face: "Tomorrow is the birthday of the old emperor!"

"It's neither your birthday nor my birthday. What's the matter with us?" Rong Jing raised his eyebrows, reached out to take Yun Qianyue's hand, and bent his fingers cleverly, and a button on her chest was unlocked by him. Exposing the collarbone and a small piece of skin.

Yun Qingyue felt that it was really challenging her heart. She reached out and held Rong Jing again, watching him blush and say: "This will die!"

"It shouldn't be!" Rong Jing seemed to think about it and shook his head.

"Really!" Yun Qianyue looked at him.

"If you stop again, I will hold your acupuncture point! Are you good to let me take off your clothes, or let me take your acupuncture point and take off your clothes?" Rong Jing looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

Yun Qianyue's hand stiffened, and his face immediately suffered, and he compromised: "I will never again!"

Rong Jing stopped talking, took her hand away, put it on her side, and stretched her hand to continue unbuttoning the buttons. After the buttons were picked by his white jade fingertips, it seemed to be like a petal, and flicked open.

Yun Qianyue looked at Rong Jing’s hand and felt that his breathing was not smooth. He continued to bite his face and said: “Rong Jing, I will never again! Never look at Ye Tianqing and Qin Yuning’s **** pictures again Seventy-two springs for Ye Tianqing and Ye Qingye!"

Rong Jing still did not speak, and continued to undo the buttons on her body.

"I swear! Really!" Yun Qianyue expressed determination.

Rong Jing was unmoved and didn't lift her eyelids.

Yun Qingyue thought she was really angering this man who looks like a little white sheep but a big bad wolf! Do you really want to try Seventy-two Springs? She turned her head to look at the window, and a faint moonlight came in through the curtain, and the moonlight and the lights radiated each other, making him and Rongjing quiet and picturesque. She pursed her lips, the wind was clear tonight, the night was just right, and it was not impossible for something to happen.

After Rong Jing unbuttoned the last button, he looked up at Yun Qiangyue, his eyes light. Xu Yu, he withdrew his eyes and stretched his hand to grab the ribbon around her waist, and the gorgeous purple Ruan Yanluo slipped an inch from her.

Under the dim light, in the thin smoke curtain of the bed account, Yun Qiangyue's skin race snow, the same color lilac lily of the valley apron, wrapped the exquisite body, two groups of spring snow looming in the apron. Rong Jing breathed a suffocation, the breath changed for a moment.

Yun Qianyue suddenly closed her eyes, the voice was extremely low, and an appointed look said: "Okay!"

Rong Jing didn't speak, no longer moved, and stood in front of the bed half silent.

Yun Qianyue waited for a while, opened her eyes and looked at Rong Jing suspiciously, saying a little shyly: "In fact, if your body recovers, um, my body is still intact now, it seems that Kwai Shui is coming soon, I won’t get pregnant before and after coming, well, there’s nothing wrong with the seventy-two spring."

She closed her eyes and dared not look at Rongjing again.

Rong Jing suddenly loosened the ribbon, and his hand covered Yu Yunyue's skin. He just covered it, and seemed to be comforted. His fingertips shrank, Xu Yu, his hand like Yu on her skin. Hang around.

Yun Qingyue slightly turned his head, his face reddened and dare not look at Rongjing. Where his fingers flicked, his snowy skin was stained pink, causing layers of trembling.

After a while, Rong Jing suddenly stopped.

Yun Qianyue opened her eyes and saw that he was looking at her with deep eyes and black eyes. She bit her lip and suddenly sat up and reached out to pull him. Since this is true sooner or later, it's better to be happier. Touching it like this, she was almost steamed by his hands and eyes.

Rong Jing suddenly avoided Yun Qingyue's hand and turned back.

Yun Qianyue stiffened his hands, watching Rong Jing back turn around and startled.

"You want to be beautiful!" Rong Jing suddenly dropped a sentence, reached up and picked up the crescent white robe hanging on the hanger and draped it over the body, and then walked towards the door with a quick pace.

Yun Qingyue was stunned again, looking at Rong Jing. What did she mean she wanted to be beautiful?

Rong Jing came to the door, and the crescent-white brocade was properly dressed. He reached out and opened the door, and walked out without looking back.

"Hey!" Yun Qianyue couldn't help shouting.

If Rong Jing hadn't heard of it, he quickly walked out of Qianyue Pavilion.

Yun Qianyue looked at the door of Qianyue Pavilion and waited for a while. The figure of Crescent Moon's white brocade never looked back before she looked back at herself and tasted Rongjing's words. She thought it was beautiful. ? no? Didn’t he want to try it?

"Miss, are you okay?" Ling Lian heard the movement coming to the door.

Yun Qianyue reached out and pulled the quilt over his body, shook his head, and said to the outside, "It's okay!"

"Is Jing Shizi gone? Are you really okay?" Ling Lian vaguely saw Yun Qianyue sitting on the bed holding the quilt through the bead curtain. She couldn't see her face and asked worriedly.