The Eight Princes' Mansion, the Musical Urn.

The yard is clean and beautiful, the grass and trees are thriving, the air is fresh and warm, and the people are comfortable.

Jiu Mingmei was bored in the house, jumped to the window in three or two steps, and ate grapes with her little cheeks. The grape juice was fat and delicious, and she ate it, glancing at the courtyard gate from time to time. But by the time the little belly was full, Feng Qianji hadn't come back yet.

Concubine Yin died, Zhong Chishui's soul was scattered, and the final election of the goddess of the prosperous world was over. Early this morning, Feng Qianji Tete was dressed neatly, and with a smile that was not worth his life, he went to the morning court. I also want to know that the emperor Feng Lie will be angry into a virtue in the early dynasty, well, it is okay to vomit blood and burp five liters directly.

The grapes were gone, and the sun rose from the east to the top of the head, but there was no one to be seen. Jiu Mingmei pursed her lips, couldn't help jumping out of the window, and climbed a tall maple tree on the edge of the yard in three or two steps.

Midsummer has passed, early autumn is approaching, and the leaves of the maple trees have slowly turned from green to vermilion, as if they have been dyed by the blood of some demons a few days ago. The red clouds of the maple trees swaying in the autumn breeze are quite beautiful.

Jiu Mingmei looked at the branches in the distance, and looked at the scenery of the Eight Emperors' Mansion, but he didn't see the figure of the kid, and he couldn't help but yawn in boredom. It's really not good to wait for someone, she really has a brain cramp, so she agrees to wait for him to come back in this music urn.

Or...... Ran away?

ran to find Liu Chunzhuo, and saw if she could shed some blood and tears after she got the news of Princess Yao's revenge. It's better than wasting a lot of time here. Suddenly, Feng Qianji's suppressed sad look popped up in his mind, and somehow, one of the right legs that stepped out of it was pulled back again.

On the brown branches of the maple tree, a black spider is building a web, spitting silk out of its buttocks, sticking to the treetops, and then hanging upside down and falling. The wind blew, and the black spider was blown and shaken. Jiu Mingmei looked very interesting, so she tied her hair on the branches. Then jump down. Hang yourself under the branches. Although the scalp is a little painful, the body is swaying freely on the ground, which is quite comfortable. She closed her phoenix eyes, and she actually liked the fun of "hanging on the maple branch".

"Is this Mei'er's new fun?"

The courtyard door squeaked open. Feng Qianji wore a dark red court dress. A turtle with its head held high was embroidered on its chest. The aesthetics of the officials of Qi are really not good. The court clothes have to embroider some animals on the top, either turtles or cranes, not Jiao or rabbits. It's like a zoo. No matter how good the wind is. can't save the joy of this court service Chiguoguo.

"Hmm, that's good, try it?"

Jiu Mingmei felt that she would laugh when she looked at it again, and simply closed her eyes. By the time he noticed that the maple branches were shaking, and when he opened his eyes again, Feng Qianji had already tied the same straight black hair to the same branch. She was about to ask him to choose another branch, but he jumped up and hung himself on the maple branch, without hesitation.

It doesn't matter if he jumps, the maple branch has suffered. The branches shook, and they bent over directly, and many red leaves fell with a "bang".

On the same maple branch, a row of "objects" were hung: a black spider, a petite girl, and a strong and beautiful man. The beautiful man squeezed a little gray squirrel out of his hair, and the gray squirrel saw that the object was hanging, but he had no hair to hang on, so he simply took the slender little gray tail and circled it around the treetops, and hung it with the black spider as a companion.

Jiu Mingmei saw the turtle with his head held high on Feng Qianji's chest at close range, and couldn't hold it anymore, and laughed very happily: "What are you doing to hang so close, hang up, hang up!" ”

Feng Qianji was ridiculed, but she was not angry, but reached out and moved her hair forward, and her body hung closer to her. The distance between the two of them was only a fist, and they could even feel the heat of each other's breath. The turtle in the court dress had crawled under her nose in a grand manner, causing her to laugh and almost lose her breath.

Feng Qianji smiled: "Mei'er thinks my court dress is quite festive? ”

"Festive, festive," Jiu Mingmei said with a smile, "but you're still more suitable for your purple robe." ”

"Since Mei'er doesn't like it, it's okay not to wear it." Feng Qianji sighed meaningfully, and actually took off her clothes by herself. His body was still hanging under the branches, and it was not easy to take off his clothes, but he took them off very simply, three times and five divided by two, and his shirt was completely stripped off. He casually threw his clothes under the tree, as if he was not going to wear them again.

Jiu Mingmei is stupid, even if she doesn't like this court dress, just take off her outer clothes, and even take off her underwear? Revealing that strong and tight eight-pack abs is simply tempting to sin. She licked her lips and stretched out her fingers to draw circles on his pectoral muscles, well, good body, really good body......

"Mei'er likes it, you can try it."

Taste? It sounds delicious, but ...... How to taste?

Before the stupid tendons were straightened, Jiu Mingmei really tasted it. Feng Qianji suddenly stretched out her long and strong arms and scooped her small body into her arms.

The two of them hung on the branches, and the branches saw that the two of them were close together, and a little excitement, clicked, and broke.

Feng Qianji made a cushion for herself, landed on the ground first, and let Mei'er lie in his arms. With a wave of his hand, the broken maple branch was tossed aside, pitifully broken. The maple leaves of the trees are falling suddenly, rustling, ethereal, red and fiery, dyeing the sky red. The red leaves covered them, and they were almost covered with a brocade quilt.

Jiu Mingmei stretched out her little tongue and licked the strong muscles under her, well, it tasted good, but it was a little salty.

Feng Qianji was licked by her and her body was hot, and her whole body was tense: "Mei'er, are you still satisfied with the taste?" ”

Jiu Mingmei raised her little head and said solemnly: "It's time for you to take a bath." ”

Feng Qianji: ...... (10,000 grass mud horses are omitted here...... ）

The little gray squirrel came out of the red leaf brocade quilt, looking for black spiders everywhere but couldn't find it, and was very lost, so he had to slip back into Feng Qianji's hair.

Feng Qianji was already born extremely beautiful, and at this time, she was draped with black hair and lying naked among the red leaves, which was even more frightening. It's a pity that when I touched an incomprehensible Jiu Mingmei, a good love story turned into a health classroom.

He smiled, straightened up, rested his face on her shoulder, and sniffed softly at the plum scent of her earlobes. Le Weng has always been cold, he has always thought that he has been used to and enjoyed this kind of coldness, but now it is different. If you come back every day, there are Mei'er, and the incomprehensible style is also a kind of style.

But he greatly underestimated the extent of Jiu Mingmei's incomprehensible amorous feelings, and only heard her smile and asked:

"Feng Lie just let you back? Those five liters of blood, can you vomit beautifully? (To be continued.) )