His lips were soft and delicate, slightly cold, and gently covered Zijin's lips. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zijin's eyes widened, looking at the reality in front of him that was more unconvincing than a dream.

The brain is blank, and it stands to reason that it should be annoyed to be taken advantage of, but why is there a kind of joy in the heart?

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, Zijin slowly closed his eyes, at first it was just the lip flap against the lip flap, and then it gradually became a mutual struggle between the lip flap and the lip flap.

No matter when he is, Rong Li will always be the most gentle person, he uses his gentleness to imprison Zijin, and he uses his gentleness to make Zijin sink a little bit.

Even at this time, he still used his gentleness to grind everything out.

The body temperature rises little by little, and the consciousness gradually blurs, interlacing each other's chaotic breathing.

Rong Li's lips slowly left, taking away the last trace of warmth.

Consciousness gradually recovered, Zijin opened his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him, his lips were moist and dyed with a seductive bright color like a peach, and his skin was as clear and white as white jade with the scorching color of March peach blossoms.

Listen to his low gasp, like a feather brushing softly in his ears.

"Is this the pay?" Zijin Qingyue's voice sounded, breaking the silence that had been there.

Rong Li smiled in a low voice and joked, "Yes." ”

Rong Li lowered his head and kissed Zijin again, the last shred of reason that Fang had just tried to maintain collapsed, Zijin trembled more violently this time than last time, and Rong Li's kiss this time was a little different from Fang Cai.

He gently kissed Zijin's lips, deepened the kiss little by little, and gently outlined her lips with the tip of his tongue, teasing Zijin's last line of defense.

Zijin held his breath, and gradually began to have a little lack of oxygen, and his body was lustingBurning under the flames of hope, she became light, and she no longer knew what she was doing, or what she should do next.

I only felt that my lips were slightly itchy, and my heart gradually turned into a cloud of smoke.

She instinctively stretched out her arms and wrapped her arms around Rong Li's neck, instinctively began to ask him for more, but she didn't dare to increase it in the slightest.

Because Zijin was very afraid, the fairy boy who was as high as the ice and snow in the mountains would also melt like the ice and snow in spring.

Cautious and careful exploration, little by little constantly testing the most gentle area of the other party.

Zijin opened his mouth slightly, asking for air, and in a moment his lips were sealed again.

Rong Li's tongue deftly pried Zijin's lips open, and went deeper into this kiss, tossing and turning in the deepest affection for each other.

Rong Li dragged Zijin's neck with one hand, and reached over her slender waist with the other, gently holding her in his arms.

When each other's hearts blend with each other, the most brilliant fireworks bloom and illuminate the dark corners of the depths of the heart.

Rong Li obviously felt that Zijin's breathing was getting shorter and shorter, he frowned slightly, and his heart should be over.

His lips slowly parted, Rong Li lowered his head and let Wen Cun's eyes flow, allowing Zijin to gasp in his arms......

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"Has the county lord heard of my father?"

"I've heard that the head of the Rong family used to be the first son in the world, gentle and polite, with a brocade robe and a Zhilan jade tree." There is also a saying about the men of the Rong family for generations, and it is rumored that the Rong family has been infatuated with Lang since ancient times. That is to say, the men of the Rong family have been infatuated since ancient times, and it is difficult for them to be emotional, once they are in love, they only love one person for the rest of their lives, and they will only marry one wife, so their family has always been not prosperous.

This sounds a little incredible, after all, the sons of the Rong family are all famous for their appearance and talents, and there are countless admirers.

Rong Li pondered for a moment and looked up at the sky, "Father, he is a very ambitious person, even better than Old Prince Lin. For as long as I can remember, he has imprisoned me in the Snow Moon Garden, and no one has ever been allowed to approach me or speak to me, not even my mother. ”

"Since then, apart from the old gentleman who teaches, I have only seen a few handmaidens who take care of my daily life." Rong Li's tone was calm, as if this matter was someone else's business at all, and had nothing to do with him.

Every weak cry and plea can only be exchanged for merciless beatings, and the young Rong Li knows how to disguise himself and cater to others more than ordinary children.

In order to be less beaten, Xiao Rongli constantly practices various expressions in front of the mirror every day, what should be happy, what kind of sadness should be, and which arc of the corners of his mouth is the most perfect expression.

"When I was younger, I always liked to hide in the corner because it was small and I felt at ease."

The corner of the wall is very dark and safe, and his father will not find him if he hides here, and he will not be beaten by his father.

As a child, he liked to step on a small stool and tiptoe through the high window to explore the outside world, and for him, the world outside the house has too many unknown visions.

The garden is full of green trees and verdant vines, branches and leaves, and every spring day, there will always be a few branches full of pure white petals from the high blue bricks and tiles quietly poking into the Snow Moon Garden. The clouds in the sky, each different, can only be seen by a quiet child, and it is moving from east to west little by little......

The gentle and jade-like son of the Rong family, who is praised by everyone, the indifference and ruthlessness that are revealed from his bones, he pushed the young Rong Li to the ground, and whipped every delicate skin of the young body with a whip, Rong Li did not cry or make trouble, just curled up on the cold ground and silently shed tears.

"Rong Li, you will remember for me, even if the children of my Rong family die, they can't shed a single tear."

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Snow once again fell on the entire imperial city of Tianyu, covering the cycle of the four seasons, the vicissitudes of time and too many traces of blood.

The young man in armor, his black hair was scattered, the snowflakes fell on his hair, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he felt a chill in his heart, holding a black sword tightly in his hand, and the bright red blood slowly flowed along the blade of the sword at the tip of the sword, falling on the pure white snow.

Several black-clothed men stood opposite the young man and looked at the brothers on the ground who still had residual warmth on their bodies, and no one dared to act rashly.

The young man suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, held the sword in his hand tighter, looked at the few people opposite, and swung his sword out.

The swords intersected in the snow, the young man's movements became faster and faster, and the sword body was wrapped in pieces of flying snowflakes in the wind, molded into a silver suit, cutting blood marks on the opponent's body one by one, and finally the sword was sealed.

The young man looked at the dead corpses all over the ground, and smiled coldly disapprovingly, thinking that he had just stepped into the imperial city today, and some people couldn't wait, so impatient.

The boy put his sword in its scabbard and walked forward, leaving deep footprints in his wake.

The horses ran through the snow, raising the snow on the ground, as if it were a pure white cloud sea. The boy stopped, watched the horse and the man on horseback get deeper and deeper, and slowly stopped not far from him,

"After several years at the border, thanks to the help of the prince, I can keep myself safe, please accept the worship of this prince." The boy saluted the man on horseback, despite his armor.

A slight wave precipitated in Rong Li's dark eyes, and he calmly looked at the young man in front of him and gave him a big salute, as if everything happened naturally, and after the young man finished the ceremony, Rong Li slowly said: "The fourth prince is serious, and he is only doing his best, and I ask His Royal Highness to be careful when I return to Beijing this time." ”