The Rise of Phoenixes

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"Got it!" Ning Cheng replied a little irritably, raised a finger, muttered, "Isn't she not like goose roll!"

After walking through the corridor and back to the room, Ning Yi just opened the door and stopped.

Then he smiled.

His smile sank in the half moon shadow and half darkness in front of the room door. It was quiet and elegant. The oblique flying eyebrows raised a smooth arc, and it seemed to bring a little bit of happiness. The moonlight obliquely shot over, and the smile was in the moonlight. Clear and bright blooming.

He held his hand against the door, didn't push it away immediately, leaned on the door, and suddenly wanted to taste the light and mysterious joy that only he knew at the moment.

The woman, with this careful thought, clearly ended, but slipped in from the rear window.

Recalling that before the dinner party left, he joked about asking her to come to his room. The tone of her promise was very false when he heard it. He knew that she would not come, but he just laughed.

I don't want her to actually come. It's a little drunk after drinking, so I just accepted the weekday distance and restraint?

He was in a good mood suddenly.

He walked past gently, smelling the refreshing scent of the talents who had been bathed, and intertwined with the agarwood in the censer. There was a kind of ambiguous and charming aftertaste in the air.

Ning Yi smiled lightly, thinking that she moved really fast.

He was about to call Ning Cheng to bring up the snack, just turned his head, and suddenly heard a whispering laughter, and in the dark, the heart sounded, and then a warm and youthful body fell into his arms.

Feng Zhiwei was squatting in the latrine with numb feet.

She felt that she was okay and resolved several times, and she wanted to stand up, just standing up straight, she felt that there was a new round of rivers and rivers in her stomach.

She crouched until her head was dizzy and her legs were soft, and the seafood still didn't spare her.

There are no idlers in the Qiyuan. Tonight, some Yan family members living in the west of the city stayed in the front yard. At this time, the backyard was quiet, and even the needle fell on the ground to hear it. Be clear.

She heard the sound of Ning Yi opening the door, the sound he stood in the room, no scolding, no rejection, no doubt, Ning Yi's house was logically quiet.

Then she smiled at herself-why should there be denials and doubts? What does Hu want? Yan Huaiying was able to enter this yard, which was his personal approval.

Hey, Minger met Miss Yan, do you want to call the new aunt?

She covered her stomach and felt that it was really bad tonight, and seafood in this life must have hatred against her.

But I heard someone striding forward and said, "Wei, Wei, come out."

She squatted for too long, and Gu Nanyi came to her in peace.

Feng Zhiwei jumped in his heart, thinking that Ning Yi didn't know that she had eaten her stomach and went to the latrine here. She replied aloud, what would Ning Yi think?

Hurrying to pack up quickly, he was going to welcome him, but Gu Nanyi couldn't get her answer, and was even more uneasy. He thought for a while and knew that the women's toilet couldn't break in, so he simply raised his palm.

With a bang, he split the latrine in half.

The female body plunged into Ning Yi's arms.

For a moment, it was silky soft and silky smooth, and a cloud of softness wrapped Ning Yi in the dark. The rich peony scent fluttered. She was in his arms, a little timid, a little aggrieved, a little pitiful, softly calling. : "His Royal Highness..."

Ning Yi was first happy, and then knew it was wrong.

Feng Zhiwei would not lie down in his room so softly, so fragrantly, so half-open and full-bodied, she would take the initiative to dedicate herself to please.

Oh no, Feng Zhiwei is so soft and fragrant, but he won't taste it.

Feng Zhiwei can't be a **** unless he pushes his hand away.

It must be a woman from the Yan family...

Some empty emotions rushed up, and the instant share of joy rejoiced, and at this moment there was only a slight disappointment. After the disappointment, there was some anger, but I didn't know what to anger.

The woman with arms in arms is like a willow, climbing on his shoulders, his arms trembling slightly, it seems that he is not very good at this posture of curiosity, his movements are a bit stiff, but it makes him feel uncomfortable for a while.

He sneered and suddenly disgusted with the peony aroma.

In the future, all the peony in the palace will be removed!

What's more, Ning Cheng did what he ate, so that people got into his bed like this!

Just about to push away this inexplicable woman, suddenly heard a loud noise.

There was a loud bang, not far away from his back window, but when he heard a cry, it was Feng Zhiwei's voice.

When he was shocked, he hurried away, but the woman in her arms strangled him. Ning Yi raised her eyebrows. She was about to shoot the woman with a palm. She just raised her hand and suddenly stopped.

How could Feng Zhiwei be outside his back window?

What is she doing?

He was there for a while, his eyes changed, and the conversation outside the window was clearly heard.

"What are you doing!" Feng Zhiwei's voice was a little surprised.

"Too long." It was Gu Nanyi's calm voice, "Go, go to bed."

Feng Zhiwei seemed to be choked with smoke and coughed loudly.

Ning Yi smiled slightly.

This smile seems to be the one he just opened the door of the room just now, but it looks different in detail. If it was clear and bright just now, with a fresh and happy flash of dewdrops, it is now cold and charming Yes, with the demon and deep fragrance of the mandala flowers in the night.

Yan Huaiying looked up at him with a smile like this, almost looking foolish.

After Ning Yi smiled, her raised palm fell slowly on her shoulder, and her hand was hard, tearing Yan Huaiying's shirt with a clatter.

The snow-white rounded shoulders came out, shining like a beautiful jade pearl in the semi-dark light.

Yan Huaiying whispered, really did not expect that in this situation of knowing that someone peeping, His Royal Highness is still so anxious, this is to...wait immediately? She blushed, and looked outside with some anxiety, a little scared and a little rejoiced, and felt afraid to refuse.

Ning Yi raised her hand to untie her neckline button, her first-line skin was moist and crystal-clear, Yan Huaiying blushed, her eyes seemed to hide, and she put her face against his chest for a while.

Ning Yi smiled inexplicably at the corner of her mouth, took her to the front window, and opened the sash.