The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

The palace of the emperor is luxurious and heavy, golden and purple, and the atmosphere is full of glory. At this time, the light is dim and red, and the shadows are fascinating. Those precious lights seem to retreat shyly, only a trace of ambiguity flows, and they leave in the dark and lonely summer night.

Murong Ci made a profit, unable to move at all, unable to shake the mountain in front of him.

The bodies of the two fit seamlessly, facing each other, in an extremely ambiguous and intimidating posture.

If you are seen by someone, not only will your eyes be hot, but there will also be gossip.

As she struggled, her breathing became more and more rapid, her heart was angry, but there was nothing to do.

What the **** Murong Yu wants to do?

Suddenly, she thought of a terrible thing: What if he recognizes her body fragrance?

"Let go of this palace!"

The anger burned to the top of her head, and she seemed to have flames all over her body, and her peach cheeks and ears were dyed with the brilliant light of the clouds, and even the snow neck was also blushing, especially soft and moving.

All this fell in his eyes, it was a kind of silent, unintentional, and natural temptation-temptation.

Murong Yu's heart was swaying, and the gentle and fragrant nephrite was in his arms, all of which were feminine and feminine. A scorching heat rose from his abdomen and chest at the same time, as if the turbulent waves hit the shore, beating his will.

"The more your Highness struggles, the more beautiful and charming you are in this unmanned sleeping hall."

The sound of warm and mellow wine swayed like spring water ripples.

In an instant, Murong couldn't help but couldn't break free anyway.

Sad in my heart, the father did not respond, and died?

They made such a big movement here, and it stands to reason that even if the father fell asleep, he would wake up.

But the father did not respond, there was only one explanation: the father had already...

Murong Yu saw her staring at the dragon couch, and her crimson side neck and delicate red ears were like a bright red flower in full bloom on the snowy ground. The wind was swaying, and he couldn't help but feel stunned, and the blood surged.

His heart was soft and fiery, he suddenly bowed his head and touched the small blush.

A slight coolness in the heat.

A thread of softness in the piping hot.

Murongci turned his head in horror, his thin, warm lips did not move, and he kissed along with her movements, soft cheeks and fragrant lips.

She was shocked by his rough seas.

She was just stunned for a moment, and he was enough to taste the rarest and most ecstasy in the world.

His moist and hot nose lingered around, the man's breath mixed with the fragrance of agarwood and her breath were entwined, and each other's soft lips were close at hand, fragrant as poison, fatal temptation, and thrilling infatuation.

Murong Ci woke up suddenly and turned his head.

The father's life is unclear, but she and the murderer of the father's enemy are in front of the father's face and ears, doing such shameless and identity violations!

She hated herself even more, and was lost in his frivolity.

Grief and anger came out of her heart like a blowout, and she asked sternly: "Did you kill the father?"

"Yes or no, what's the difference? Can you escape the king's palm?"

Murong Yu seemed to be smiling but not smiling, pinched her cheeks, and locked her with the sharp eyes of a falcon.

His long, well-knotted fingers pressed hard, her soft cheeks sunken.

She was trembling with anger, and yelled: "Let go of my palace!"

"As long as His Royal Highness stays with this king obediently, this king can let go of the Murong clan."

He smiled slightly, it was the ferocious sneer and sharp spirit that belonged to the king.

The scorching breath contained alcohol, masculine and domineering.

Her hands are restrained, unable to move, the only thing she can do is--

Murong Ci suddenly kissed the thin lips that were close at hand, biting wanton and clumsily, eagerly without rules, and very jerky.

He was stunned for a moment, and then cooperated with this sudden kiss, and went to the fragrant abyss with her, intoxicated and charming.

Warm lips and tongue had long been wrapped in heat and humidity. He attacked the city, but she was not to be outdone, burned and looted, entered the house, and seized his territory.

Breathing intertwined, and I couldn't tell who it was between heavy gasping.

The blood is rushing, the waves are surging to the sky, Murong Yu can't help but hug her tightly with deep eyes half-closed, doing everything he can to take her soft, beautiful and beautiful as his own, forgetting that they are the identities of deadly enemies and unshakable enemies, forget The gentleman in his arms is a man, and he has forgotten the abyss of this world...

Murongci was almost lost in his enthusiasm. It was a magical world that would devour human souls and make people unable to extricate themselves.

With a thought, she bit down fiercely as her lips and teeth pushed--

Murong Yu was aware of it, but in fact he had already guessed the intentions of His Highness, but he was just happy.

The sharp pain on the tip of the tongue was only a little bit bit by her, and the **** smell spread.

At this moment he was relaxed. Taking advantage of this opportunity, she slapped her chest, extremely stern, and he drew sideways, shocked in his heart.

It turns out that His Royal Highness is not weak.

Get free, she immediately inspected the father, touched the hand of the father, and sniffed.

The high-hanging heart fell back to its original place, and she sighed in relief, the father's body was still warm, still alive, and still alive.

Suddenly, she was picked up by a pair of iron arms and thrown at the tail of the dragon couch.

The dragon couch is spacious and there is plenty of space at the rear.

She climbed up neatly, but a high mountain was pressed down, and his dark pupils pressed down darkly, locking her in the bed room.

Murong Yuxuanang's body directly pressed against her, with his sword eyebrows raised diagonally, "It turns out that your Royal Highness is not without the power to tie a chicken. This king really underestimated it."

Murong secretly said that he was bad, and sneered, "This palace is just three-legged cat kung fu, how can I be up to the prince's martial arts?"

This handsome face is close at hand, facing each other, and the tips of the noses against each other, this ambiguous and hot posture makes the blushing heartbeat.

"What did you do to the father?" she asked angrily.

"This king is just letting your majesty sleep soundly, otherwise you want your father to see you, the prince, become the king's plaything?" He smirked.

plaything! Play with your head!

She was so angry that her brain hurts, she simply stopped pretending, and put her fingers straight into his eyes, swiftly.

Murong Yu clasped her hands and stared at her quietly.

The enemy won't move, I won't move.

Murongci adheres to this principle, but why does he stare at himself like this suddenly?

From his eyes that were dark as midnight, she saw a clear reflection of herself.

In fact, he can touch her neck to see if she has a Adam's apple, or touch her chest to determine whether she is a man or a woman. However, he didn't want to do it, and there was no need to do it.

Because if His Highness was a man, he would never kiss him abruptly. Only a woman would do this.

This discovery made his mood a bit complicated.

Although not completely certain, he was not in a hurry to verify, but found it more and more interesting.

The kiss just now is really memorable.

Murong Ci pushed hard, Murong Yu got up and adjusted his robe.

She hurriedly adjusted her robes and wondered in secret, why didn't he harm her father? Why do you deliberately say things that made her misunderstand? Could it be that he deliberately led her to the Qingyuan Palace, and deliberately said those things to cause her to misunderstand him by killing the king and usurping the throne? But what is his purpose for doing this?

The emperor father is not awake. Could it be that he clicked on his sleeping hole?

"It's suspicion that some people have to go back to Wenhua Hall as soon as possible."

Murong Yu gave her a meaningful look. When he left, there was spring in the corners of his eyes and a slight smile on the corners of his lips.

Murong Ci took a fierce look from his back, and then tried to unlock the father's sleeping hole, but he couldn't solve it at all. Could this be Murong Yu's unique acupuncture technique?

Damn Murong Yu!

No matter, usually two hours later, the acupuncture point can be automatically solved, and the father will be able to wake up as soon as tomorrow morning at the latest.

Sitting on the couch, she recalled the little things that happened before, not letting go of every detail, hoping to infer from it his intention to bring her here.

Thinking of the scene of embracing, kissing, and rubbing ears and temples, and thinking of the moment when she was pressed by him on the bed, she seemed to be hit by an electric current, her muscles and bones softened involuntarily, and her mind was leisurely.

Suddenly, she woke up suddenly, her blush blush, and her color was romantic.

This night, Murong Ci tossed and turned.

Thinking of the scenes that happened in the Qingyuan Hall, charming, fragrant, and hot, her cheeks became hot, her whole body was faintly hot, and she didn't feel sleepy.

She began to count, but she became more awake as she counted; she forced herself to sleep, but her mind was full of that cold and magnificent handsome face, the man with deep pockets in his chest...

What he did to her tonight left a deep impression on her heart.

And, what is his intention?

She accidentally put herself on his bed before and lost her body. From now on, she will never allow another accident!

Murong Yu can only be her opponent! Enemy!

...

The prince was the youngest son of Emperor Murongcheng of the Beiyan Kingdom, and Princess Zhaohua was a young girl. The sacred favorites that these children had acquired since childhood are envied by others, and are known throughout the country.

When Princess Zhaohua was ten years old, Murong Chengci lived in Jinghong Hall.

All the palace members were waiting outside the main hall, vaguely heard the dispute between the mother and daughter in the sleeping hall, but the voice was not loud and could not be heard clearly.

In the sleeping hall, Murong Chang sat in front of the dressing table and pressed her lips to the mirror. His lips were bright red and beautiful, like red flowers blooming under the scorching sun.

"Zhaohua, you came back only half a year away from Beijing, and your father doesn't blame you. You have to go and greet you every day, be more filial to your father, and serve your father for a year or two before talking about marriage." Qiao Fei said with a heartfelt heart. He persuaded, "At the moment, your father Huanglong is in a hug and needs to rest on a couch for a year or a half, but you are anxious to get married, and you are really ignorant."

"Because my father is lying on the couch, my son is going to marry him for his father." Murong Chang looked at the glamorous oval face in the Linghua bronze mirror, "Maybe my son is married, my father is happy. It's getting better soon."

"What kind of ecstasy, it's a lie." Qiao Fei stood behind her daughter, put her hands on her shoulders, and persuaded her heartily, "Zhaohua, listen to the words of the mother and concubine, it will not be too late to discuss marriage next year."

"It's delayed until next year, and if you can't say that your favorite person will marry a wife, how can your son marry?" Murong Chang pursed red lips.

"Tell your mother and concubine, who is your favorite?" Qiao Fei looked at the flowery daughter in the bronze mirror, her heart trembling.