When King Fu returned to the palace, it was already the bright moon rising in the east, although he was out of the palace, but thinking of what happened just now, he was still angry, but he did not agree to the emperor's conditions, he did not have any remorse, he secretly swore that sooner or later this country is his own, he must let the emperor have nothing, the country is his own, and the beauty is also his own.

Ping'er saw that King Fu's face was gloomy, so he hurriedly asked cautiously; "Lord Wang; What's wrong with you? Is something going on in the palace? ”

King Fu looked at Ping'er, and then said in a low voice; "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask," King Fu said, avoiding Ping'er, and then left the Yin'an Hall with his sword. Ping'er hadn't seen King Fu so angry for a long time, and when she saw him carrying the dragon sword, she was even more puzzled, but when King Fu was angry, she didn't dare to get too close, so she could only wait for him to calm down and ask the root cause of the matter.

Murong Yichuan came directly to the Funing Hall with the dragon slaying sword, and when he walked into the courtyard, he saw that he and the Chunhong Chunxiang sisters were sitting under the plane tree in the courtyard talking and chatting, and then saw that they were talking and laughing, very pleasant.

Murong Yichuan walked into the courtyard and walked directly to the Wanruo and Chunhong sisters, "Yichuan; You're here, you're here? It was as if he saw Murong Yichuan carrying a sword, but saw his gloomy face through the moonlight, so he was very puzzled in his heart, so he asked like this.

Chunhong and Chunxiang hurriedly got up and saluted King Fu; "You all get away from this king." Seeing the angry face of King Fu, the Chunhong sisters hurriedly and cautiously said that the slave and maid had to leave, and then left quickly.

"Ikawa, you-" Before he could finish his next words, King Fu stepped forward and grabbed her hand; Then he pulled her up from the chair with all his might, and then ran directly towards the house, his movements were so rude, completely devoid of the gentleness of the past, like a tight heart, and then bit his lip, he had to obediently follow him, as long as she stood up, he dragged her fiercely, completely without the pity of the past, as if his heart was full of questions, what happened to him today.

Murong Yichuan pulled Wanruo to the bedroom, and then closed the door with one foot, a light was lit in the room, and as soon as he raised his hand and used the sword wind to extinguish the light, the room was dark, and a faint moonlight shone in through the curtains.

Murong Yichuan stood the sword on the side of the bed, and then hugged her with both hands, and kept her on the bed as if she were still cotton. "Ikawa; What are you doing here? Why are you doing this to me? I see that your face is not right, is there something unpleasant? As if he had said that, he sat up from the bed.

Murong Yichuan pressed his hands as if he were pressing on the bed; "You don't have to ask anything, you just give me obedient obedience." Murong Yichuan said as he rudely tore the clothes on his body; "What's wrong with you? You've hurt me. It was as if he was subconsciously struggling, but the more he struggled, the tighter he was trapped by him.

"Don't move," he pinched her so hard that tears of pain fell from her eyes, but the clothes on her body had been completely tested by him.

As if she had been lazy for the past few days, because she had just become pregnant, she originally wanted to find a suitable opportunity to sue him and surprise him, but at this moment he was actually like this to herself, at this time, Murong Yichuan was like a hungry wolf, and his appearance made her think of the man who often appeared in her nightmares, and her body trembled unconsciously; "Ikawa; You don't want that, don't. Her mind was in turmoil, and she couldn't stop her resistance to him.

"You dare to refuse me, you are not qualified to reject me, you are not qualified." Murong Yichuan's words were as cold as a knife, his sharp teeth bit her fiercely, and a red mark appeared on his snow-white neck.

It was as if he was struggling hard, but he didn't have a trace of strength, Murong Yichuan's body was like a mountain, but he was like being pressed under the Five Fingers Mountain, without a trace of resistance, and Murong Yichuan's two hands pressed Wanruo's hands together, and his two hands were like two sharp steel hooks.

Murong Yichuan didn't know why he was so rude to her at the moment, but he just wanted to find a place to vent his anger, so he used her as a tool for himself to vent again.

Tears slipped down her fair face unstoppably, she felt helplessness that she had never felt before, and the fear of the man who was struggling and crazy on her body, she seemed to feel that she was in a dream at the moment, she didn't believe that her man would be so rude to herself, she didn't believe it, but the fact was that the man was crazy, but his body had been exhausted by him, and he seemed to be tormented to pieces by her, but he didn't seem to let go of a trace of himself, although the man who was happy in himself was still his own man, but there is no trace of tenderness, she is about to know it;

"You let me go, let me go." She spoke to him in a pleading tone, tears still falling.

Murong Yichuan gasped as he wiped away her tears with his hands; "You shut up for me, you are my woman, you will have to do whatever I want you to do, I would rather let you die under me than let you live under someone else."

Murong Yichuan's domineering remains, as if she could only cry in pain, she didn't understand the meaning of his words, what it meant to would rather let herself die under him than let herself live under someone else's.

Finally, finally, finally his toss was over, and he was sweating profusely from her, and the silence around him was suffocating, but he heard the woman's whimper.

(The grades here are so bad, and there is no recommendation, I don't know if I have to update it every day according to the original plan, and I am in conflict.)