Three hundred and three times

His dense kiss was unruly, but it took care of every inch of her sensitivity. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qin Ying tilted her head, and the green silk stuck to the side of her cheek, making her vision slightly blurred. When she was teased and a little empty, she held the corner of her clothes, and gradually used her strength, and the red crescent-like marks were imprinted in the palm of her hand.

It happened that he deliberately blew in her ear: "If you can't stand it, just say it." ”

Qin Ying felt that his heart had always been firm, and although he was already out of order at this time, he would not easily let him succeed. So she smiled slyly, and her eyes completed a good-looking arc: "Your Royal Highness is the prince of a country, and his position is higher than that of Qin's fifth-grade officials, so naturally I have to say it first."

Li Chengqian is more pragmatic than Qin Ying, as long as he can eat people smoothly, it doesn't matter how awkward he is in the process. His hand gently stroked the scar on her back very dishonestly, squinted his eyes and approached her face, found the soft touch of the other party with his lips, tasted it like a dragonfly, rubbed her lips and said, "I admit defeat, Lord Qin hurry up." ”

She was stunned for a moment before she realized that he was begging for herself. Now Li Chengqian's attitude is that Qin Ying has never gotten it in his previous life and this life combined. I really can't imagine that she can make the prince so noble. It's worth it to make up for the regrets of your previous life in this life.

Thinking of this, Qin Ying smiled bitterly, put his hand on the scar on his lower back, groped to find his hand, stopped him from doing evil in the place where it was itchy at the slightest touch, and guided him in.

It was like being in the boundless sea, Qin Ying closed his eyes and let himself sink.

Li Chengqian hugged Qin Ying, his movements were gentle but firm.

He was pleased with her. From the time he knew what she had done in the palace under pressure, his heart tilted imperceptibly, and finally he couldn't extricate himself.

Qin Ying's fingers touched his heart, and he said with a match: "Your Highness is a little absent-minded. ”

"Think I'm procrastinating?" As soon as Li Chengqian's words fell, he sent them to the depths, making her gasp softly.

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Half an hour later, the clouds dispersed and the rain fell, Li Chengqian wiped off Qin Ying's sweat, changed into a robe by himself, and then looked at the crimson official clothes scattered on the couch and frowned: Qin Ying's official uniform was dyed with a strange fragrance, how do you go out later?

Qin Ying followed his gaze, then knew his thoughts, lazily lay on his back on the couch, raised a hand and waved it, "I have an old Taoist robe in the side compartment of the East Palace and haven't taken it away." ”

After her reminder, Li Chengqian walked to the chest of drawers, took out the robe and robe from the bottom of the cupboard, and handed it to her in a kind manner.

"You're as collector as I am." Qin Ying took his Dao robe, his eyes widened in surprise, and he accidentally read his thoughts.

Li Chengqian didn't say that he was still in Qin Ying's room and found a piece of clothing that belonged to him, but he just gathered the green silk on Qin Ying's sideburns and put it behind her ear before saying, "I'll leave after lunch at noon." ”

Qin Ying took his arm and sat up, put the robe on his body, and then looked at the window to confirm that it was almost noon, and said hesitantly: "I had a good meal in the Changsun Mansion yesterday, and my mouth is picky today, and an ordinary imperial meal at His Highness can not serve me well." ”

He rubbed her into his arms, his fingers wandering over her stomach, as if he was weighing whether Qin Ying had gained weight or lost weight recently, and was silent for a while and said in an extremely sincere tone: "Tut-tut." It's still better to feel fat. ”

Qin Ying doesn't care much about the affairs of Yifang recently, his life is more comfortable, although he eats a lot, he doesn't grow many catties of meat, and when he heard him say that he is fat, he immediately shows a hundred disobedience. She puffed out her cheeks, took his hand and put it on her ribs and said, "You have to touch here." ”

He looked at the two pink cheeks under his eyes, held back the thought of biting them, and turned his eyes away as if nothing happened, and traced each of her slender ribs with his hand: "It's really thin." ”

Qin Ying snorted with satisfaction, and found a comfortable position to curl himself up in his arms, like a cat that likes to be held between his arms by his master.

When Li Chengqian was ill, the three meals of the East Palace were all sent directly to the Lizheng Palace. Now that Li Chengqian's leg disease has healed, he has not abolished this habit, because he wants to use it to commemorate Qin Ying, the person who stood around to pray for blessings during his three meals.

There was still a short time before the imperial meal was presented, and Li Chengqian asked Qin Ying why he went to the eldest grandson's mansion yesterday to eat and drink.

Qin Ying didn't directly tell him that he was going to attend the noble lady's banquet on the eighth day of the eighth month of August, but just said that he followed the hairpin lady and met the second lady of the eldest grandson's family.

However, when the conversation extended here, Li Chengqian guessed that Qin Ying was wearing women's clothes and following the hairpin girl out, so she was shy and her words flickered.

Here Li Chengqian did not expose the meaning of Qin Ying's words, and Qin Ying still thought she was clever, and said in her heart that she wore women's clothes to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Palace banquet on August 15, and she would definitely be able to surprise him.

After chatting for a while in a brisk atmosphere, Qin Ying grabbed Li Chengqian's hand, and the moment her fingers were crossed, she unintentionally used her other hand to probe his pulse. Peaceful and stable, vigorous and beating.

"Your Highness is really fine." Qin Ying lowered her eyes and muttered to herself, thinking that it was a very cost-effective thing for her to use thirty years of cultivation to exchange for his leg disease to heal. No one could foresee his future, if Qin Ying knew that he would lose all his cultivation, he would have generously given him fifty years of cultivation to ensure that he was safe within three years.

Li Chengqian felt a little funny, poked Qin Ying's face and said, "You still don't believe in the diagnosis of those medicine doctors?" ”

She shook her head and said in a deep tone: "You will be relieved to be diagnosed in person." ”

In his previous life, Li Chengqian's leg disease was capricious, and Qin Ying couldn't help but be cautious.

I remember that in the previous life, they were a doctor-patient relationship, and he was not in good health, at most His Majesty punished her for her money, and her heart was not painful.

In this life, if you want to watch Li Chengqian lie on the couch again due to illness, it is certain that Qin Ying will be in a hurry. Regardless of whether the sick and weak husband is a good thing or a bad thing, she no longer has any cultivation to turn the tide of adversity.

Li Chengqian saw Qin Ying's gaze fixed in the distance, he didn't know what she was thinking, patted her on the shoulder, opened a few windows, turned around and put away the pen and ink and silk books on the table, and said, "Don't think too much." ”

This imperial meal was exquisite, but Qin Ying didn't have much appetite, she ate a little bit of everything casually, and then put down her chopsticks and watched the other party eat elegantly.

(To be continued.) )