At that time, he had just succeeded to the throne, and he was busy with state affairs, and he couldn't find time to communicate with her, he always thought that she would get better.

Although she was born charming and seductive, her temperament is innocent and romantic, very delicate, and she is a girl with a good personality and good coaxing.

But he never thought that she was quietly pregnant for ten months, gave birth to a son to him, and obediently sat on the full confinement, and that day she could get out of bed, she actually put on a black cloak, did not leave him a word, and ran away.

He chased her thousands of miles away, the yellow sand rolling, and her resolute figure disappeared from his sight.

She never looked back.

She walked in a dashing and resolute manner, without giving him a chance to speak, without leaving him and her the slightest room for redemption.

This parting is a full twenty-four years.

Murong Jiancheng pushed her away and reprimanded her in a deep voice, "Don't mess around." ”

Bei Yuewu looked at him, his lips were bitten by her twice, and the blood seeped out, a man in his forties, with a bit of abstinence in his calm and majestic bearing.

When she loved him the most and pretended to be old-fashioned, Murong Lang didn't know how many girls he had lost, but he was just a straight wood, he didn't know how to be gentle, and he didn't know how to be in the snow, what a waste of this handsome skin and supreme dignity and power.

Of course, she was obsessed with this straight wood back then.

Bei Yuewu suddenly hooked her lips and smiled, she approached him, stretched out her tongue and licked the blood stains on the corner of his lips.

Murong Jiancheng's breathing was unsteady, but he still reprimanded, "Messing around again?"

"A sanctimonious hypocrite, don't want to have a mouth, but the body is honest and ruthless!"

Bei Yuewu twisted her waist.

Murong Jiancheng quickly grabbed her waist and wanted to kiss her on the lips.

Pei Yuewu avoided it.

Murong was stiffened.

"You're so big now, this is outside, you want to fight with me outside?"

After her reminder, Murong Jiancheng's ears turned red.

Bei Yuewu still likes his wooden appearance, if she hadn't forcibly married him, he estimated that he only knew the posture of a man on the bed and a woman on the bed, and he didn't know how much benefit he had been gained by Dongfang Qing's woman who was different from the outside.

She quickly grabbed his two reddened ears and commanded in a coquettish voice, "Carry me to the room." ”

“…”

Murong Jiancheng had no place to come out, and originally wanted to teach her a good lesson after catching her, but this demon girl knows how to charm men, and she has not changed her life after so many years, and now she has the upper hand.

He is the dignified king of a country, but she was nosed and grabbed two ears.

"Let go! Let others see what it has become?"

"Don't let go, my husband hugs me, hugs me!"

“…”

Murong Jiancheng wanted to push her down, but her soft body wrapped up like a water snake again, and a friction through his clothes made his blood surge.

Why isn't she old at all?

Murong Jiancheng looked at her face and pinched her waist, and felt that she was as dazzling as before, seducing the dead.

He pulled his leg and carried her into the room.

……

In the room, Murong Jiancheng put Bei Yuewu on the bed, and Bei Yuewu rolled into the big bed.

She glanced at it, this was still the new house they were married into, he had been sleeping here all these years, there were two pillows on the bed, and she felt that the pillow inside was a little familiar, as if it was the pillow she had when she got married.

There was a clean manly smell in the quilt, and there was no smell of vixen.

Bei Yuewu's eyes softened, she reached out for the pillow, put her little face into it, and began to remember the past.

Murong Jiancheng looked at her, she was lying on the bed, the little girl's clothes on her body were very wide, and now the collar on one side had slipped off her fragrant shoulder, faintly revealing the red belly pocket inside her.

The thin red belt hangs in her neck, her skin is snow-white, her arc is plump, her body is the most moving, the housewife of Gillian's house, the generation of demon girls of the year, lying on the bed in a casual posture, the thin waist is deeply concave, the buttocks are outward, the legs are straight and slender, extremely attractive.

Murong Jiancheng suddenly felt a hot nose, as if he was about to bleed.

At this time, Bei Yuewu had finished her remembrance, she looked sideways, and her beautiful eyes like autumn water looked at him, "What are you doing in a daze, come here." ”

She patted the bed beside her.

Murong Jiancheng hesitated, it was really awkward, he refused the direction of the current development of the situation with his real name, he and she should not be like this.

He stood tall and majestic beside the bed, not moving, his voice was low and serious, "We can talk about what mistakes you made back then, if you hadn't run away without permission, I would have chased you thousands of miles away, and Ming'er would not have disappeared, Country A lost His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and shook the country's capital, and since then, the prince has been divided, the world is fighting, Pei Yue dances, do you know that you are wrong?"

Pei Yuewu sat up and looked at him, "Murong Jiancheng, you are not confused, you have been entangled in the fact that I ran away without permission back then, but you have never been able to find out who took Ming'er out when you and I left the palace, this person is the mastermind behind the scenes, the initiator of all this!"

Murong Jiancheng's eyebrows sank, when he washed the East Palace in blood, killed hundreds of people in front of the court, and the people who stole the underworld confessed, that incident has been completely turned over with history.

"What do you mean?"

Bei Yuewu raised her willow eyebrows and said a person's name, "Dongfang Wanqing!"

Murong Jiancheng's deep phoenix eyes overflowed with a bit of eagle-like sharpness, "Why did you mention Wanqing again, it couldn't be her." ”

"Then let's not talk about it. Pei Yuewu jumped off the bed and reached out to help him take off his black coat.

Murong Jiancheng held her hand, "If you have something to say, don't move your hands and feet." ”

Bei Yuewu rolled her eyes, took off his coat, put her hands on his chest and pushed him back, and he fell on the big bed.

She climbed up, lay in his arms, and said coquettishly, "I can do it without moving my mouth." ”

“…”

Murong Jiancheng knew that she was crooked, but he couldn't talk about her, and he didn't bother to say it, but now she was lying obediently and softly in his arms, not arguing with him or messing with him, he was full of crispy.

When he was young, he loved her very much, loved her gentle understanding, and loved her enthusiasm.

"Murong Jiancheng, do you want me all these years?" Bei Yuewu stretched out her fingers and drew circles on his muscular chest.

"I don't want to. Murong Jiancheng replied without hesitation.

"I really don't want to?" Bei Yuewu's hand slid down, and she raised her head to kiss his chin.

Murong Jiancheng rolled his Adam's apple, quickly turned over, pressed her down, and he leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

Bei Yuewu didn't push him away, but hugged his neck.

Murong Jiancheng kissed her lips for a while, and then her teeth snapped.

This time, Pei Yuewu pushed him away, "How old are you still thinking about tongue-kissing?"