When he spoke, he was slurred, and the hot breath he spit out blew between his arms, and passed into his arms through his clothes, where could he bear it, and kissed her on the head a few more times, this terrible feeling made Fu Minghua's legs tremble slightly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

She already knew what she should know, and the grandmother who came out of the palace told her what was going on with the ceremony of Zhou Gong.

But Mama didn't say it was so scary.

She only felt that he kept kissing the ends of her hair, and the strength was heavier than the next, and the hand around her waist gradually became a little impatient, and she lifted it up and took off the heavy phoenix ornament on her head, and she suddenly felt that her head was much lighter.

He took the hairpin ring, and he wanted to take the bun.

It's just that the sideburns are very tight, I'm afraid that they will loosen up today, he obviously has some hands on this matter, and he didn't untie the hair after a few strokes, but it hurt her.

Fu Minghua gasped twice, and Yan Chai simply gave up her hair, lowered her head and kissed her white and slender neck, which made her scream in fright.

"Yuan Niang, Yuan Niang." The neck is smooth and tender, with a little sweat and the unique fragrance of the girl's body, mixed together, forming a great temptation for Yan Chai.

The skin of the thin white neck was soft, and where his lips and teeth touched, it seemed that he could hear the sound of the pulse beating, 'dong dong dong', louder than the other, beating more intensely again and again.

His movements, which had been a little impatient, gradually slowed down because of the rapid pulsation, and leaned against her shoulder.

Fu Minghua was still trembling slightly, his kiss was like a dense spring rain, slowly falling on her neck, and the hot breath exhaled made a small tremor appear on her body, and after enduring it for a long time, she still raised her head.

"Yuan Niang."

Yan Chai let go of her hand, her body stiffened for a long time, but she didn't sit up, she still leaned softly in his arms.

He was a little moved, and quickly exhaled several deep breaths before he held back.

"Yuan Niang." He called again, his lips brushing over her small, pink ears, which were crystal clear and tender like raw peeled lychee flesh.

He stretched out his soft, flexible tongue and licked his earlobe.

Fu Minghua tightened her feet again, she didn't have the strength to sit up straight, and Yan Chai's action just now carried the enthusiasm that wanted to devour her, making her legs weak.

She paused for a long time, tentatively sat up, and wanted to call Mama Jiang to wait for her to undress and unwrap her hair, Yan Chai shook her head, and saw her get up and take two steps, with undisguised appreciation and possession in her eyes.

The dressing mirror was placed in the other side of the room, and as soon as she sat down, Yan Chai followed, and saw that she took the jewelry on her head, and her long hair slowly fell down, which made him a little surprised.

Yan chased her to see her in the past, mostly after she made up.

Her hair fell down, which was different from her usual dignified and calm appearance, and there was more of a girl's delicate beauty, which made him look at it intently.

Fu Minghua's eyes fell into the mirror, and he saw him staring at her intently in the mirror, with full aggression, but fortunately, her cheeks were coated with thick rouge, which well concealed her embarrassment.

"Your Highness......" She turned around and motioned for Yan to chase after her.

When he turned around, the heavy Zhai clothes lined the waist with an astonishingly thin waist, as if he could hold it with one palm.

Yan Chai pretended not to understand her gaze, Fu Minghua called again, but he was still unmoved.

"San Lang." Fu Minghua said softly again, Yan Chai stretched out his hand and stroked his lips, and went out meaningfully.

When Mama Jiang came in, Fu Minghua still felt hot.

In the wing room, he changed the heavy robe of the princess, and on the other side, Dongjing had prepared a pool of hot water.

Compared with the Changle Hou Mansion, Yan Chai's mansion is undoubtedly much larger. His back house is clean, when he surveyed the house, Cui Guifei changed the courtyard where Fu Minghua lived a lot, and hollowed out a pool in the side room behind the main house, although it was not as good as the spring pool in the Huaqing Palace, but it was enough for her to bathe and wash.

The pool has long been prepared with hot water, which flows out from the other side of the chamber wall, creating a structure that imitates a hot spring, and on the other side, there is a special person to boil water to make a fire, and once the gate is opened, there is hot water to be sent.

Mama Jiang has just seen it, the inner house in the palace is clean, and Cui Guifei used to be distracted and taken care of, but now as soon as Fu Minghua marries, the next person will only listen to her orders. Mama Jiang breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, waited for Fu Minghua to wash up, smeared the balm and pressed it for a while, and washed it again, the hour was not early, she sat on the couch by the pool and didn't want to get up.

"What's wrong with you?"

Mama Jiang urged her a few times, but she still sat still, her hair was half dry.

She asked tentatively, "But the prince said something serious?" ”

Unlikely.

Yan chased her, and Mama Jiang had also seen it, but she didn't value it so much, and she shouldn't have said anything on her wedding day.

Could it be that the two of them have something to do, and they have an awkward quarrel?

Fu Minghua shook his head, a little embarrassed.

She was a little scared. Although she knew that she would marry sooner or later, Yan Chai's eye movements made her a little scared.

"Mama ......" she took Mama Jiang's hand, and someone outside came to call Mama Jiang and looked for her.

Mama Jiang patted her hands, said a few words and hurried away.

When Fu Minghua came out hard, Yan Chai had also washed, his long hair was scattered behind him, and water was still dripping down, soaking all the silk clothes, clinging to him, outlining his thin and powerful waist curve.

When she came out, he hung his head and didn't lift it, and he was reading a book in his hand, as if he didn't pay much attention to her.

Fu Minghua breathed a sigh of relief without a trace, there was a long scarf on the shelf on the side, she hesitated again and again, and saw that Yan Chai didn't pounce on her as before, so she took the handkerchief and walked towards him.

"Why is there no one waiting around Your Highness?"

She asked softly, and Yan chased the thick books into shape.

There are not many people waiting around him, and there are even fewer people waiting for him, especially after focusing on her, almost all of the general matters are helped by Qi Shao, and a guard is called like a mule.

In today's situation, he naturally doesn't want Qi Shao to come with him, especially when there are people outside who come to congratulate him on his wedding.

He felt Fu Minghua standing behind her, the little white rabbit seemed to be defenseless and wrapped the handkerchief around his hair, he threw the book, turned around and hugged her by the waist, and pressed it on the couch to bully him.

Her half-dried hair was bewitching, some green silk hung down to the edge of the couch, and a goose-egg-like face seemed to be embedded in the long messy hair, and there was a bit of panic in her eyes.

"Hiding from what? Well? ”

Yan raised his eyebrows, his wet hair slid down his shoulders, and there were droplets of water on his forehead condensed between his eyebrows, dripping on Fu Minghua's face, and evaporated by the temperature of her cheeks, which was gradually rising. (To be continued.) )