The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

Yun Qianyue coughed lightly and blushed, "I'm talking about playing. I'm sixteen, very young, and I should call your brother."

Rong Jing looked at her funny, "Come, shout and listen."

Yun Qianyue pulled a long tone, learning the light of the night, and shouting softly, "Brother Jing!"

Rong Jing suddenly took the book at hand and smashed it at Yun Qianyue.

Yun Qianyue immediately leaned away and glared at him, "What do you smash me for?"

Rong Jing glanced at her leisurely and said slowly: "I smashed you?"

"What's this? Haven't you smashed?" Yun Qianyue picked up the book, which was physical evidence.

"Did I hit the bed board?" Rong Jing raised an eyebrow.

Yun Qianyue was annoyed, "If I don't hide in time, I'll hit me."

"That's what you should smash." Rong Jing looked at her and said: "If you don't say anything, learn the tone of cartilage."

Yun Qianyue threw the book and hummed: "You always listen to the tone of the cartilage, is the bone soft?" When the words fell, she shouted deliberately, "Brother Jing, brother Jing, Jing... Um..."

Rong Jing dragged her into her arms, leaned down, and bowed her head to kiss, blocking her words.

Yun Qianyue reached out and thumped him, he added gravity, and the lingering kiss was a little hot, entangled Yun Qianyue could no longer speak.

Half-sounding, Yun Qingyue was panting, and no more strength, Rong Jing let go of her, with a smile in her eyes, she smiled lowly: "It turns out to be vinegar!"

Yun Qianyue's eyes were like autumn waves, and she was annoyed because of her sensuality. She hummed: "I have been watching you for an hour since I came in. This time I have seen an addiction. I am vinegar, Ronggong, you Complacent?"

Rong Jing smiled, hugged her and lay on the bed, leaned over her body, her eyes fixed on her face, and whispered: "Come over a night yesterday, right? Can we do something?"

Yun Qianyue picked up the book at hand and smashed him, "No!"

Rong Jing didn't dodge the flash, was smashed in front of him, and asked, "Really?"

Yun Qianyue threw the book and reached out to push him. "It's not good."

"Are you really bad or am I really bad?" Rong Jing head moved closer, breathing on Yun Qianyue's face.

Yun Qianyue's face was stained with a layer of rouge, and she blushed: "People prostitute in daylight, Ronggongzi, look at the sun's father-in-law who is laughing at you?"

Rong Jing really took a look outside, "Not afraid!"

Yun Qianyue gave him a glance and reached out to push him. Even though both were injured, the man was inherently superior to the woman and immobile. She was annoyed: "I'm jealous! I want to share your room with you."

"Separate bed?" Rong Jing asked with a smile.

"Fen!" Yun Qingyue said with a blank face.

"Is that the pillow?" Rong Jing asked again.

Yun Qingyue blushed. Since the wedding, she has not pillowed, but pillowed his arm, sleeping in his arms. She gritted her teeth in shame: "Fen!"

Rong Jing reached out his hand and sighed softly, seeming to extend her arm to her extremely helplessly, "Cut it!"

Yun Qianyue really stretched out her hand to cut, but before her hand touched his arm, Rong Jing snorted, showing a painful face, and a thin layer of sweat instantly spilled on her face.

Yun Qianyue's complexion changed, and she should quickly hug him and ask anxiously, "What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"

Rong Jing held his heart, and seemed to endure the pain, "Heart."

Yun Qianyue's face was pale, and he quickly went to give him a pulse. This pulse felt that his pulse seemed to stop. She was startled and her voice panicked. "What's going on? Wasn't it just fine? Did the two old things have poisoned you? Attack?"

Rong Jing shook his head in pain.

"Don't you know?" Yun Qianyue looked at him, quickly let him go, and turned to the ground. "I'm going to find Grandfather and Master Pushan..." If the words fell, she wouldn't care about her shirt or shoes. I forgot to wear it and rushed out.

Rong Jing sighed and suddenly reached out to grab her and said softly, "I'm fine, don't go."

"What's okay! It's no longer pulsed." Yun Qianyue was about to shake him off, but he didn't dare to make a big move. He was so anxious that he reddened his eyes, blaming his poor medical skills.

Rong Jing looked at her, and his eyes suddenly felt distressed. He reached out and dragged her to bed, hugged him in his arms, and said warmly: "I just installed it, it didn't hurt."

"Pretend?" Yun Qianyue couldn't believe it. He just felt so painful, could he pretend? She shook her head, "Don't fool me."

Rong Jing seemed helpless and self-blamed. "I shouldn't scare you. I really pretend. If you don't believe you, try again."

Yun Qingyue reached out his hand in disbelief. Although the pulse was weak, but it was beating normally, there was nothing wrong with it, but just...she raised her eyebrows.

"I closed for a moment." Rong Jing explained.

Yun Qingyue suddenly realized that he was really scaring her. His face suddenly turned black. He shook his hand away and looked at him angrily: "Rong Jing, is it scary and fun? Are you scaring me fun? See me worrying you Are you happy?"

Rong Jing hugged her again and whispered softly, "I'm wrong. Who told you to eat the vinegar? You clearly know that hour I didn't even look at her at a glance. You are still jealous, so I shouted at me deliberately... …"

Yun Qianyue stared, "You can't scare me with your body!"

"I'm wrong, I shouldn't scare you that way, I won't be next time." Rong Jing assured him softly.

"You dare to have another time!" Yun Qianyue was just scared out of a cold sweat, all said that care is chaos, she is. If Rong Jing is really in trouble, I'm afraid that she is hiding it from letting her know that a person like him has just so obviously felt so painful in front of her that she has lost her reason and judgment.

Rong Jing bowed his head and kissed, "Don't dare anymore."

Yun Qianyue evaded him, he pressed to prevent her from running away, she glared, he reached out and covered her eyes, she said angrily: "Rong Jing, my anger has not died yet!"

"I slowly help you..." Rong Jing waved his hand down the curtain.

Yun Qianyue was pressed by him, helpless, angry and annoyed, and a little funny after half-sounding. This person had the ability to make her angry or annoyed. After a while, he could only be immersed in his burning passion.

Heaving up and down, eroding the bones tenderly, feeling the sea of ​​fantasy, endless lingering.

Half an hour later, the voice of Rong Xi came from the outside of the Zizhu Forest, "Brother Shizi, the Wen Gong Gong in the palace is here."

If Rong Jing hadn't heard it, he gasped slightly.

Yun Qianyue reached out and pushed him, but her arm was so soft that her strength was like a cat, and her voice was weak like a mosquito. "Have you heard?"

Rong Jing yelled, and continued to kiss her bright red lips, including the delicate lips, and seemed to be planting flowers on it. The jade-like hands linger on the brocade-like skin underneath.

Yun Qianyue was burning, and only felt that his mind was more dizzy, his body was as soft as the spring water, the fat jade skin was imprinted with a little red plum mark, she was surging in the waves, and her clear and refined face was like rouge, Charming and boneless, Jiao gasping dumbly said: "Will you give me a sentence... words... don't let people wait... ah..."

Rong Jing’s eyes were overwhelmed by emotions, “You still have to think about this, I don’t think I’m hard enough.”

"You..." Yun Qingyue wanted to say something, and he kissed him deeply, suddenly feeling weak.

"Brother Shizi?" Wai Rong Zizhu Lin waited for a while, and then shouted again when he saw no reply.

Qing Shang hurried out, and soon after, she walked outside the Zizhu Forest and whispered to Rong Xi: "Shi Zi and Shi Zi Fei took the medicine and fell asleep. Does Wen Gong Gong say anything?"

Rong Xi whispered: "The elder brother's injury was really too serious, and he was never seen to sleep during the day."

Qing Shang coughed a little, thinking that after Shizi lived in it, it was normal for Shizi to sleep during the day.

"He said that the emperor declared his order, and he asked the eldest brother to enter the palace to check the emperor's body immediately, to trace the black hand behind the scenes. Nothing could be tested, and the emperor and the king did not understand the reason. This day, only our elder brother has Rong Xi whispered: "The emperor knew that Shi Zi was seriously injured, but it was not his fault. The Emperor's Master was killed, which mattered a lot. If the brother of Shi Zi could walk, he would go, if he couldn't, he would work hard. Go. After all, he is the prime minister of the Heavenly Saint Dynasty."

Qing Shang frowned, "But Shizi rested."

"Then... how can this be done? I went to Wen Gong Gong?" Rong Xi asked.

Qingshang turned around and glanced. Through the Zizhu Forest, there was no movement in the main house of Zizhuyuan. She turned around and hesitated: "You said Shizi just got hot, took medicine, fell asleep, and couldn't go. When you enter the palace, even if you are afraid of entering the palace, you will not be able to verify the body of the emperor. If the emperor is willing to wait for the son to be re-examined, he will wait.

Rong Xi nodded and turned to the gate.

Qingshang turned back to Zizhuyuan, but was hiding far from the main house.

Although Rong Jing and Yun Qiangyue were seriously injured, the sensitivity of their eyes and ears was still there. Besides, Qing Shang’s speech was not deliberately too low. The two of them could still hear that Yun Qingyue’s blush was burning, and he said angrily: "Are you feverish? I think you have sperm fever..."

Rong Jing said dumbly: "The fever of the sperm is also fever."

Yun Qianyue is speechless and has no strength to argue.

Not long after that, Rong Xi came back and whispered to Qing Chang: "Sister Qing Chang, Wen Gong Gong listened to my words and returned to the palace. I guess the emperor will not stop, and he will dive him." "Qing Shang said.

Rong Xi nodded and turned to get busy.

Yun Yuyue's first break, Yun Qianyue couldn't lift one finger, squinted at Rong Jing, Rong Jing hooked the corner of her mouth full of content, although a little tired, but looked at her spirit a thousand times better than her, she was indignant He stretched his hands flat and twisted his waist.

Rong Jing didn't frown, reaching for her hand, and asked with a smile, "Still strength?"