The Anarchic Consort

There are also a few plates of peanuts and chestnuts on the table, which means very much.

Of course, there is also a moonlight wine glass.

Helen Weiwei stood up, first poured a glass of wine for himself, and peeled a piece of peanuts in his mouth.

While chewing, he picked up the phoenix crown on his head, letting the three thousand black hairs scatter on the wedding dress, and walked barefoot into the clean room. The feet were beautiful, the nails were round and the white was transparent.

She reached out and tried to wipe the hot water in the bucket, and found that the water temperature was just right, so there was no caller to come in. I took the balm directly on the hair, washed myself, and dried the hair with a censer. She only came out again, leaning against the sandalwood carved chaise longue with black mane, silky black hair hanging on her arm.

Thinking of the third temple, I was not allowed to come tonight, I took a scroll to pass the time, and yawned from time to time. The more I appeared to be lazy, I wore the flowing cloud skirt of the rose gilt, holding it between the arms. The red cotton yarn was draped, and there was no cumbersome outer shirt. I sniffed the smell of the smell and planned to sleep.

It was okay at first, after all, the palace was very quiet, and it was easy to sleep.

Later, I didn't know if it was the reason for the mane lying down.

Unfamiliar tremors rise from the back of the spine, and the white skin quickly oozes a thin layer of sweat. The blood in the blood vessels flows quickly, and the hands and feet seem to be weak.

What's wrong?

Helen Weiwei just wrinkled Liu Mei and heard the sound outside.

"His Royal Highness." Bai Mei stood outside the temple, did not expect that his master will come back so early, kneeling on the ground.

The singer of Bai Lijia’s voice faintly stretched out the loose collar, and the twilight did not reduce his half-point, and did not add a three-point slogan: "You all retreat."

Baimei looked up and looked at the shadow. The shadow nodded to her. The two men respectfully said, "Yes."

Helen Weiwei originally wanted to get up, but it was really powerless. He simply kept the previous lazy posture and raised an eyebrow toward the incoming Bailijiajue.

She did not know how tempting she was at this time, her eyebrows were beautiful, the pink eyes were red, and the apricot eyes were hidden.

The brows of Baili Jiajue picked up and slowly walked towards her.

Helen Weiwei also put down the scroll on his hand, and smiled still: "I am sleeping here, you are sleeping in bed, how?"

It is said that the dawn of Bai Lijiajue has cooled down. This time, still want to keep a distance from him?

It seems that she still does not know what day it is today.

Oh, it’s a little fox that is unfamiliar.

The Baili Jiajue hooked his thin lips and walked alone like a smile: "No, there are two beds in the temple."

“Is it?” Helen Weiwei felt thirsty and took another sip of tea. “How did I not find out?”

"When you finish drinking a glass of wine, show it to you." Bai Lijiajue was standing on a long body, and the slender fingers slowly untied the sleeves, so elegant and absurd. Let Helen Weiwei somehow, there is an impulse to be held in his arms by the other side!

She shook her head and poured a cup of tea.

The Bailijiajue was on the sidelines, and the long eyebrows were slightly picked: "Is it thirsty?"

"Slightly." Helen Weiwei licked her thin lips, and the strange feeling of numbness made her unable to hold her hand and pull open the placket. The exposed white skin quickly became a fascinating flush.

The treasure of Bailijia was sinking, and the movement stopped. The narrow eyes stared at her, and the evil smiled: "You are... seduce the temple?"

Helen Weiwei was about to deny, suddenly felt the wooden chair shocked, Baili Jiajue was sitting next to her, looking down at her, the dark eyes, there is a faint radiance: "Well?"

The smell of his body was very strong, and it was infiltrated into her breath with a cold breath.

The original clear bass, at this moment, sounds a bit hoarse, Helen Weiwei guessed that he must have drunk too much.

It’s just that this posture is obviously too embarrassing. Every cell in her body seems to feel the breath of his body, and then shrinks slightly...

Wei Wei gradually couldn’t stand the sight of it, and she could not help but biased her head.

He looked at her and suddenly reached for her to spread a piece of blue silk on the pillow. A slight scent of scent sprayed on the face of Helen Weiwei.

Only let the unspeakable heat become more and more powerful, but Helian Weiwei’s pair of scorpions are still very clear, and they are afraid that a certain teacher will misunderstand her current behavior, which is unfavorable for the cooperation relationship between the two people. Lips, shallow smile: "I am just a little hot, my Highness can let the waiters come in, by the way help me to make a cool water, let me wash my face."

"You haven't washed your head anymore, and the cold water is in the clean room." Bai Lijiajue said, but there is no point to give way.

Helen Weiwei was not in a hurry. He took the book and continued to watch it. He occasionally drank a few mouthfuls of herbal tea. It seems that he is saying, why should you go?

The Bailijiajue glanced at her deeply. He did not have the habit of doing things without washing. He reached out and loosened the last button on the outer shirt. He threw the clothes aside and walked in. The clean room, the slender legs stood behind the screen, and the slow-sounding look showed a bit of warmth.

After losing the man's breath, Helen Weiwei felt that it was not so thirsty, and the eyebrows also stretched out. The feeling just made her somewhat uneasy.

It seems that she is a person who is going to die in the desert and is going to be thirsty, and the third is the oasis that suddenly appears. She even wants to throw him into his arms and quench his thirst!

Fortunately, this feeling is not always there, otherwise Helian Weiwei really has to die.

However, the hands and feet are still somewhat soft.

She took another sip of the cup and suddenly remembered it. It was estimated that she would see the mask of the third under the temple.

Once the third Highness has said that unless he is his person, he will pick up his mask. There will only be two kinds of end, one is death, the other is to enter the palace.

Now that they have been married, the three halls should not be scrupulous.

Moreover, he can't always bring his silver mask while sleeping, as a clean person, will not allow that situation to exist.

Just like her, every night before going to bed, I have to wash away the black material on my face before I can sleep peacefully. Otherwise, it is easy to be bad for the skin.

Helen Weiwei thought about these things, and finally felt that he was normal, and he wanted to stand up with a shawl.

"Where?" The low-pitched voice rang from behind, and Helen Weiwei turned his head and saw that the simple washed-up Bailijiajue had come out. He still had a white porcelain jade in his hand. The pot, a red robe of love, is not anxious to walk in, the pen is like a knife, the body is tall and slender...