The stormy kiss suddenly fell, his waist tightened, and Meng Qiao nervously grabbed the fabric on his chest.

Half-washed hair was still soaked in the basin, which was really uncomfortable, and Meng Qiao tried to struggle for a moment, but in exchange for an increasingly frantic kiss.

The watery eyes slowly closed, and the people in the clouds and fog were like fish thirsty for water, pulling and pulling the belts and suddenly scattered.

"Knock knock!" There was a knock on the door, and it was clear that it was deliberately restrained.

Ouyang Rong stopped with red eyes and dragged a quilt over her body.

"Come in!" The magnetic voice is a little hoarse, with a thick forbearance.

A large group of maids put the prepared food on the table, the tall and sturdy figure was permeated with a masculine atmosphere, the neckline was slightly open, lazy but domineering.

The little maidens glanced at him secretly, and immediately withdrew without him telling anything.

"Why are you up?"

As soon as the door closed, Meng Qiao got up from the soft collapse with a grunt.

The contrast between the white little hands and the black hair is so good-looking!

"I don't want you to wash it."

Meng Qiao bit his lip and quickly poured water on his head, which had already been washed almost completely, and it had been solved in a few clicks.

"Why?"

The man straightened the placket on his chest, and a wicked smile stretched out at the corner of his lips, and seeing that she had finished washing, he hurriedly rushed over, touched the big cotton towel and carefully wiped it for her.

The movement was softer than hers, Meng Qiao pursed his lips, glanced back at him, looked at each other, and immediately lowered his head shyly.

Just one glance makes people's hearts beat faster, and a fragrant fragrance unscrupulously rushes into the nasal cavity, causing a burst of restlessness again!

"You have to take advantage of me if you help me wash it."

For a long time, Meng Qiao puffed out his cheeks, and his voice couldn't be smaller.

"Who made Little Joe so likable? Since this is the case, it is better for you to help this king wash, and this king will take advantage of you! ”

The fair-skinned and smooth little hand patted his chest and gave him a coquettish look.

Her hair is naturally soft and easy to comb after washing, Meng Qiao did a simple combing in front of the dresser, and couldn't wait to go straight to the dining table.

Seeing that she couldn't wait so much, Ouyang Rong sneered, if she could look at some things about the two of them as close as she saw food, he would probably wake up laughing in his dreams.

However, it is normal for delicate women to be shy.

It was getting late, and what the people prepared was light.

Meng Qiao hurriedly filled a bowl of porridge and put it in front of him first.

"You eat."

The crisp and crisp little voice lingered in his ears, looking at the steaming porridge in front of him, the man was very excited and nodded again and again.

The man began to eat, but he did not eat slowly.

"Lord, you and the princess have known each other for many years, right?"

Halfway through eating, Meng Qiao suddenly looked up at him.

He knew that she must have been thinking about this in her heart, not bad, not only knew that she felt sorry for him, but also knew that she was jealous!

The white jade spoon touched the bowl and made a crisp sound, but he didn't seem very happy when he heard the princess.

Wei Yun's sharp words were like a blade, Ouyang Rong's eyebrows were frowning, and her words and deeds at the banquet were vivid.

"Hmm." Ouyang Rong responded.

"I don't want to bother you."

Meng Qiao bit his lip, their affairs were so unbearable as Wei Yun said, I don't know what other ministers would think, whether he would not be able to raise his head in the court, and the Wei Ling brothers and sisters would definitely suppress him.

Ouyang Rong suddenly got up from the chair and picked up his delicate body.

"Little thing, you want to run again, don't you? Well? ”

The man suddenly sat down in a chair next to him, forcing her to sit on his lap.

Meng Qiao's face flushed, and he shook his head like a rattle.

"This king can have today is not dependent on that Wei Yun, who does she think she is?"

The white and tender little hands tightly grabbed the clothes on his chest, Meng Qiao bit his lip, his watery eyes were full of affection, the smooth and tender minibus was slightly raised, and the dragonfly kissed the man's sexy thin lips.

Drawing a scoop with a gourd, nervous and clumsy!

"Xiao Qiao, are you reminding this king that there is still something to do?"

The touch came too suddenly, the man seemed to have a power outage, his starry eyes suddenly widened, and a wave of pleasure quickly spread throughout his body!

The strong and powerful hand suddenly touched her belt, Meng Qiao chuckled in his heart, and covered it very quickly!

"No! I'm so tired today, I'd better wait for us to get married. ”

The white and tender cheeks were red, like a red-hot cloud on the horizon.

With her handsome cheeks pressed against her back, Ouyang Rong chuckled a few times and stopped teasing her.

"Okay, this king waits."

Not daring to stay here any longer, Meng Qiao pushed him away and got up and ran towards his room.

obviously didn't reject him, but he was still scared.

The weather was hot and dry, and after closing the door, I changed into a homemade cool suspender nightdress, and lay down on my side with a corner quilt.

"Little goblin surnamed Meng, your man is now the princess's, hahaha!"

"Don't, don't! You go away! ”

On a gorgeous big bed, Wei Yun was disheveled, and Ouyang Rong was lying next to her, her eyes were closed, she was obviously noisy, but why couldn't he hear it?

Meng Qiao kept kicking the quilt, his calves felt hot, and he finally came to consciousness!

"Gollum."

Meng Qiao swallowed his saliva and lay down for a while before slowly opening his eyes.

The room was shining in the moonlight, and the floor was white as if it had been sprinkled with silver leaf.

This dream seems to be so long, I don't remember the previous ones, Wei Yun's words echoed in his mind for a long time before waking up, the hideous and smug face was extremely distorted, Meng Qiao pulled the quilt that had been kicked and lost, and drilled down again.

This dream is so real!

When he woke up, his eyes were teary, and Meng Qiao sniffed heavily, not yet recovering from his dream.

"Click!"

The door suddenly opened from the outside, deliberately restricted, as if she was afraid of being heard.

The tender fingers curled up together, clenched into fists tightly, Meng Qiao closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep!

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, and Meng Qiao doesn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and directly punches it over!

The little fist is white and tender like a steamed bun that has just come out of the pot, soft and soft, and the hearts of the melters are crispy!

"If you don't see you for a while, you're going to murder your husband?"

The familiar masculinity mixed with the fresh and pleasant smell hit, Meng Qiao got up from the quilt with a grunt and slowly opened his eyes.

The big black grape-like eyes flickered, the braided teeth against the lower lip, and the delicate body sat there straight, looking vigilant and aggrieved.

"I, I can't sleep."

Ouyang Rong sat down sideways, reached out and stroked her long hair, the slender nightdress had already reached the root of her thighs, but she didn't realize it.

Ouyang Rong's eyes were hot, and his eyes were staring at her tightly.

His eyes were so hot that he really glowed when he looked at her.

Meng Qiao stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt on the side, secretly tidied up the nightdress, picked up the dress next to him and draped it on his body.

"Well, I was too tired yesterday, sleep well, this king is here with you."

The man pursed his lips and smiled, extremely gentle.

It's just that you can't sleep, sweat!

Meng Qiao grinned, lay down obediently, tugging at his sleeve with one hand and grabbing the pillow with the other.

I don't know how long it took, I finally heard her even breathing, Ouyang Rong doted on the quilt for her, and when she was about to leave, her sleeves suddenly tightened!

"Don't go, don't go!"

The person who seemed to be sleeping got up from the bed with a grunt, and his big watery eyes were very clear, how could there be a trace of sleepiness?

"This king is not leaving, he just wants to drink some water."

A smile appeared on his handsome countenance, and the man's eyes were dark, like that of a beast that had just woken up, hungry for food.

I can't be teased by this little thing in my arms, and I really want to take a cold shower to reduce the fire!

"Uh-huh." Meng Qiao let go of his hand and responded again and again, that little appearance was very well-behaved!

Ouyang Rong got out of bed and poured a glass of water, brought it to her first, and then drank it himself.

"Have you been thinking about things all the time?"

He had penetrated her mind completely, and her little thing seemed to him to be no secret at all.

Meng Qiao shook his head, "Maybe it's too hot and I can't sleep a little." ”

There were ice cubes in the room, and it was not very hot, but she was covered in sweat.

"Since you're not sleepy, then King Ben will take you out for a walk!"

"Huh? It's so late, where are we going? ”

The ruddy little mouth opened slightly in surprise, although he didn't know where to go, but his hands were not idle, Meng Qiao wrapped his clothes around his body in a daze, his waist tightened, and the person was already picked up.

"Wow!"

The man carried her out of the room, stood on tiptoe, and flew with her.

Ouyang Rong took her around and landed on the roof.

The big watery eyes were full of surprise, and Meng Qiao couldn't help but scream, but he was afraid that the noise would make others rest, so he immediately covered his mouth.

Seeing this delicate appearance, Ouyang Rong sneered.

"Isn't it cool?"

"Cool!"

Sitting on the roof, the whole palace was in full view, Meng Qiao danced happily, she was very afraid of heights, as long as he was in front of him, he didn't have to be afraid of anything.

"Little Qiao, can you sing a song to this king?"

Her fresh and bright appearance evoked his memory, she was wearing a long dress with emerald dripping, and she was singing gracefully. Smart and charming, tickling the tip of the heart.

The corners of Meng Qiao's lips hooked, "Lord Rong really treats me as a girl in Baihualou!" ”

"What kind of stupid thing to say, except for the girl in Baihualou, can't the lady sing music to her husband?"

Silly!

Meng Qiao smiled, of course it was just a joke!

"The wind blows the sand, the butterflies love the flowers, the story of the ages. Like the moon in the water, I am fascinated by the flowers in the mirror. Bamboo fence, wooden pipa, arched bridge under the moon, who is playing and singing, missing the distance. ”

Just when Ouyang Rong stared at that delicate little face and was a little distracted, his crisp and sweet voice forcibly pulled people back.

The man listened intently, as if listening to a moving story.

Ouyang Rong always wrapped around her waist, for fear that she would fall.

The little head suddenly pressed against his chest, and he felt the strong and powerful heartbeat, which made people feel more steady.

"Actually, I had a dream just now, and I dreamed that you and Wei Yun were together."

Trying not to recall the situation in the dream, Meng Qiao tugged at the hem of his clothes tightly, and his voice was not loud.

"In the future, you are not allowed to play tricks and say that you don't like this king, the so-called thinking day and night dreaming, it seems that Xiao Qiao is not less worried about the things at the banquet."

Ouyang Rong's words fell, and the delicate person hid in his tight chest and did not speak.

"It's all because of your woman's popularity."

"This king doesn't want those rotten peach blossoms, it has nothing to do with us, let's not think about it deliberately, isn't it asking for trouble?"

"Hmm."

Meng Qiao responded, feeling a lot more at ease.

It has long passed, and the cool breeze of the evening blows, and the people who blow are refreshed and exceptionally sober.

"Here you go."

The man suddenly untied the jade pendant on his waist, his palms were cold, and the small thing that was dripping was already obediently there.

His eyes widened suddenly, and Meng Qiao bit his lip and looked at him in surprise.

"Isn't there no such thing?"

"Wei really doesn't have it, but this king wants to give this to you as a love object."

Meng Qiao got up from his arms and looked at it carefully, his fingertips gently rubbing the word Rong on it, and his heart couldn't help but surge.

"When this time passes, I will find a suitable opportunity to return Wei Ling's jade pendant to him."

These words fall, and the mind cannot be clearer!

Ouyang Rong hugged the person excitedly and kissed the white and tender little face fiercely.

The small mouth opened slightly, yawned lightly, sniffing the breath on his body very steady, his eyelids suddenly became a little heavy, and he gradually couldn't control it.

"Lord Wang, Miss Meng, breakfast is ready."

"Lord Wang, Miss Meng?"

Early the next morning, the maids deliberately came late, for fear of disturbing them.

But when I opened the door, I was dumbfounded, except for the messy bed, there was no one at all!

"What's wrong?"

After Meng Qiao was sold a while ago, everyone was vigilant.

Xue Qian and Meng Kai heard this, and their hearts chuckled.

Yesterday, the affairs in the palace were rumored among the princes and nobles, could it be that the emperor made the first move, which was not good for the prince and Miss Meng?

"The slaves and maids came to bring breakfast to the prince and Miss Meng, and there was no one in the room when they came."

One of the maids reported truthfully, and her heart was very anxious.

"It's going to be fine, let's not look for the two of us if they lost it together."

Meng Kai's smile was not so pure, and the maids hung their heads with red faces.

"No, let's split up."

Xue Qian raised his hand and patted him with the back of his hand, Meng Kai stopped the demonic laughter and stood up.

"Oops!"

A dull pain came from his head, Meng Kai snorted, and several people looked down to see that it was a shoe!

"On it!"

Xue Qian and Meng Kai said in unison, if nothing else, only Miss Meng was the only one wearing pink in the house!

On the roof, Meng Qiao turned over lazily, his white cheeks clinging to his tight chest.

The sun was rising, and my body was sweating and uncomfortable.

Jun's eyes opened suddenly, and he remembered that the two of them were still on the roof!

"Little Joe, don't move!"

If she turned over again, she was about to go down, smelling the milk fragrance on her body very steadily, and she actually fell asleep.

The strong and powerful arms pulled the person back in time, and the small fan-like eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he woke up quietly.

"We're still on the roof!"

The person in her arms was shocked, most of her body was on his body, sleeping too comfortably, and she thought that the two of them had gone back in her sleep!

"Little Joe, don't be afraid!"

When she fully woke up, Ouyang Rong hugged her waist tightly and flew down neatly from the roof!

It was a false alarm for a long time, but the prince really spoiled Miss Meng so much.

There was a lot of joy in the house, but it was not so smooth in the palace.

"Your Majesty, I heard that you are going to marry the princess to King Rong?"

"Is this true, Madame thinks it is inappropriate?"

It was planned well, but it was impossible to compare it with Ouyang Rong's torn face at the moment, Song Guo was eyeing him, and now he had not been able to find a tiger general who could replace him.

It's rare that Wei Yun is willing, and he is willing to send this favor.

"They don't fit together."

Wei Ling was stunned for a moment, and before he could say anything, a rush of footsteps suddenly came!

"Mrs. Yuan's words are serious, how can emotional matters be something that others say is not suitable and they can't be together?"

Wei Yun is eyeing the tiger, can this Mrs. Yuan talk indiscriminately just because she is the nurse of the imperial brother?

How can things that have already been decided be shaken? How much thought did it take to say that the imperial brother was stirring up the troubles, how could it change now?

"When General Liu died on the battlefield, the horse leather shrouded his body, and the emperor personally brought the princess back to raise him carefully, and he loved him as if he were his own child. Presumably, the emperor also hopes that the princess will marry a good family, the eldest brother is like a father, and I just discussed it with the emperor. ”

Mrs. Yuan's words fell, and Wei Yun's fists clenched tightly.

What does she mean, is she reminding her of her identity?

"What Mrs. Yuan said is extremely true." Wei Ling did not deny it.

Although the woman is middle-aged, she can maintain it very well, and she can't guess her age at all.

"I hope the princess won't be angry." The corners of Mrs. Yuan's lips pursed slightly, and she was very friendly.

"Madame is also thinking about this princess, so naturally she is not angry."

Wei Yun flicked his sleeves and left with a cold face.

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When it comes to marriage, the content in the introduction is about to be ushered in

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