Like water, tenderness is like a spring, and the grace is like a fairy.

Concubine Feng has a watery tenderness in her bones, it is like a wisp of fresh air, so that still Langtian can feel it, but it can't be described.

It is also like a sweet spring, which can flow to the heart of the heavens, but it cannot be touched.

The phoenix concubine in the bath is graceful, gentle and bone-eroding, dusty like a fairy, and the bell is sensitive; Attracted to still Langtian to smell, to smell, to explore, to get close.

So, without hesitation, Langtian took off the restraints on his body, went down to the bath, and came to Concubine Feng's side.

"Little wolf, as expected, he can do anything." Concubine Feng's anger did not subside, but there was nothing she could do.

Moreover, it is still sunny to take off the shackles, which is sexy and seductive. He has a pair of deep eyes, and between his gestures, he releases an aura of arrogance and charm.

A wisp of dark incense wafted in, and Concubine Feng vaguely had a feeling that she couldn't hold.

"Sister Feng, I'm here to say goodbye to you. So, I can't wait for you to get out of the bath. "The sound of the sky is still bright, soft and fragrant.

"Farewell? Where are you going? Concubine Feng's tone was a little nostalgic.

Concubine Feng's elegant eyes were filled with Chu Chu's reluctance, which made Shang Langtian's heart pound:

"Tomorrow, I'm going to visit Hanshui in Guoyi. First, to understand the situation of Shaokang; Furthermore, Xiang Han poured to move rescue troops and clear the rebels in Phoenix Mountain. ”

Still Langtian explained the truth to Concubine Feng, which made Concubine Feng feel a little more sympathetic to Shaokang:

"Shaokang has been shot, you can't let him go?"

Concubine Feng's voice was delicate and euphemistic, but it made still Langtian's heart suddenly cold: I forgot that Shaokang was the nephew of the little king; You are an outsider.

However, Concubine Feng and herself are lovers and have skin to skin, how can she speak to Shaokang? So, still Langtian was a little dissatisfied:

"What? Are you sympathizing with Shaokang? ”

Still Langtian's eyes were sharp, blooming with a terrifying light, which made Concubine Feng very uncomfortable. A wave of irritability hither, and there was a slight throbbing of her body in the water, and beautiful ripples around her.

However, she is a woman after all, and she can't compare to the coldness of the sky, so Concubine Feng said politely:

"Shaokang is the nephew of the little king! What do you make the little king think of him like this? ”

"But, if I spare him, will Shaokang spare me?" There was still a chill in Langtian's eyes.

"Shaokang is already at the end of his rope, how can he compare with you?" Concubine Feng wanted to impress still Langtian.

Still Langtian approached Concubine Feng's eyes, stared at her with a sharp gaze, and sneered:

"Shaokang, but the prince of the Xia Kingdom, the queen of the emperor! What am I? At best, he is the son of a prime minister. If the little king grows up, will there still be my place? ”

Still Langtian's gaze made Concubine Feng shiver. I thought: The good impression that originally arose was stared at by your wolf eyes. Dogs can't change eating, wolves are wolves after all!

After all, he is the queen mother, are you afraid that he will not succeed? Concubine Feng calmed down and said calmly:

"How can there be no place for you? What do you mean by staring at me like that? ”

"I'm fighting with the little king's sister and nephew, I'm afraid that the rear is going to catch fire!" Still Langtian said, pasting his chest up, holding Concubine Feng's thin waist with one hand, and kneading her back with the other.

"Are you afraid of a fire in the rear?" Concubine Feng's eyes were a little flustered.

"It's like a person, if your back is uncomfortable, your whole body is uncomfortable. So, everyone likes to be rubbed on the back. I'm rubbing and pinching for you like this, are you comfortable? ”

"It's uncomfortable!" Concubine Feng was very dissatisfied. I thought: The old lady is uncomfortable, and it is uncomfortable for you to pinch anywhere.

"And what about here?" Still Langtian said, and his two hands began to caress the beauty on Concubine Feng's chest.

Concubine Feng didn't make a sound, and her pretty face flushed with blush showed a complicated expression of confusion and joy.

The beauty on Concubine Feng's chest is snow-white and round, both plump and straight. Seeing this, still Langtian began to increase the strength of his fingertips.

Under the wanton frolic of the still bright sky, the beauty on the chest showed a faint flush, and it was shyly squirming slightly.

"Y-what?" Concubine Feng's throat made a suppressed and muffled voice, and she pushed still Langtian with both hands, trying to stop his touch.

Still Langtian did not stop, but grabbed the beauty in his chest hard, pushing from the left and right to the middle, making a deep ravine.

Concubine Feng writhed desperately and tried her best to stop it, but this kind of futile and ineffective "resistance" could have any substantive effect in addition to making her more and more attractive?

Still Langtian strengthened, pinched the beauty on his chest into an oval, and sunk his fingers deeply. The beauty on the chest came out from between his fingers and stood proudly.

Concubine Feng's "resistance" is becoming more and more weak; Her jade face was glowing with a delicate halo, her starry eyes were closed, her long eyelashes kept trembling, and her delicate voice continued.

Concubine Feng's charming red lips opened slightly, and bursts of orchid-like musk aroma kept spitting out.

Still Langtian no longer kneaded the beauty on his chest, but gently hugged Concubine Feng's waist, pulled her into his arms, and kissed Concubine Feng's slightly open red lips.

Concubine Feng was soft for a while, catering to the still bright sky and entering the realm of spring......

Lips and lips grind, tongue and tongue entangled, warm nephrite full of arms, spring sultry and intoxicating.

couldn't help it, Concubine Feng actually drew circles on Shang Langtian's chest, which made still Lang Tianchun's heart ripple. He picked up Concubine Feng at once and walked to the edge of the bath.

"What are you doing?" Concubine Feng was a little nervous.

"There's no time! Before I leave, I gotta let you remember me! Still Langtian said, pointing Concubine Feng's face towards the edge of the bath, so that her hands were propped up at the ends.

And he himself, holding Concubine Feng's waist with both hands, instantly advanced into the depths of Concubine Feng's Biwan......

Still Langtian ignited the deepest flame in Concubine Feng's body, and she seemed to feel all her muscles and veins expanding, and bursts of numbness flowed like waves, stirring in her body.

There is happiness in the warm warmth, and there is also the brilliance of love in the turbulent waves; Dreams, blooming in the torrents of the deep sea, singing ballads with true fairy tales.

In the eyes of still Langtian, his women are like flowers, but their styles are different. He compared his wife, Manshuang, to a chrysanthemum.

Chrysanthemum is not a nobleman in the Flower Kingdom, at best it can only be regarded as a small role in the Flower Kingdom. However, it does not ask for too much, but is willing to give. This is similar to manshuang.

Manshuang is not as charming as Concubine Feng, nor is she drunk and affectionate, nor is she as tall as Xiangzhi. However, she has a chrysanthemum-like fragrance, silently revealing her fragrance for the sky.

Manshuang didn't care how much fertilizer and nutrients still Langtian gave her, and she didn't need to be carefully cared for by Langtian. As long as Langtian gave her a soft look, she smiled brightly.

Moreover, Manshuang never stopped or even understood the concubine. As for the matter of still Langtian and Concubine Feng, she still felt very face-saving. After all, Concubine Feng is the queen mother, and secretly congratulates her husband. Still Langtian is very pleased.

At this time, the bath is warm and fragrant. The warmth brought by integration is a tacit understanding, a heart-to-heart intersection, and an exchange of love and love.

In the passion, still Langtian will reveal the truest and most beautiful feelings. The feeling of merging with the phoenix concubine is like the comfort of a fish in the water, the freedom of a bird in the clouds, and the pleasure of a rider galloping on a horse......

Still Langtian regards his concubine, Drunken Silk, as a plum blossom. The cold condenses the earth, the plum blossoms are in a thousand forms, brilliant and fragrant, like clouds decorating the earth, embellished with the remnant of winter. The pink stamens exude a burst of fragrance, which is refreshing.

Drunken silk is not delicate like plum blossoms, sometimes it is still cold, sometimes it is scolded by Manshuang, and sometimes it is counted down by the prime minister's wife; Drunken silk can always be calm and optimistic. She does have the tenacity of plum blossoms, and she also has the grace of plum blossoms.

Still Langtian likes to mess with flowers and grass, and she is lukewarm to drunkenness, but she can stand up and not complain. This made still Langtian's heart very calm.

In the bath, the clouds and rain of the still Langtian and the phoenix concubine flow into a soft and fresh melody, which is to introduce the warm love into the artistic conception of infinite reverie, like a gurgling spring, into the earth, into the spring, into each other's hearts......

As for the herb, it's like a rose. When the roses are not blooming, the buds are dressed in a green coat. After a few more days, the buds broke through their coats, revealing their petals.

At first, the outermost petals stretch outward, while the inner layers of petals are still tightly closed. Gradually, the buds shed their green coat, and the whole rose finally bloomed.

Blooming roses, red as the sun, delicate and shy; The fragrance is fragrant and intoxicating. But roses have thorns, and if you are not careful, you will be stabbed.

Champa is such a rose, which at first covered itself with a veil and was full of mystery. After revealing her face, I realized that in addition to her beauty, she also had thorns.

The elopement between Xiang Zhi and Ying Jie deeply pierced Shang Langtian's heart. The more this is the case, the more Langtian wants to have her. After walking with Ying Jie for so long, they must have lived together.

Or, Xiang Zhi may also have children, but none of this prevents Langtian from pursuing her. Perhaps, if you don't get it, it's so tugging.

In the bath, like smoke and fog, like brocade and satin, the clouds and rain are full of desire, and what gushes out is bursts of agitation.

The hearts of the two people involuntarily burst into waves, gradually surging, until surging. Their movements, as if chanting softly in the midst of the strings, are like singing a beautiful love song that is forever vivid......

Concubine Feng in front of Langtian, he regarded her as a peony flower. Peony is known as the king of flowers, and it is regarded as a symbol of wealth, auspiciousness, happiness and prosperity.

Peony flowers are charming and gorgeous, scorching like fire, graceful and elegant, and radiant; It also has a motherly feeling. And Concubine Feng is such a flower, she is not only radiant and luxurious, but also gives the mother-like tolerance of still Langtian.

Concubine Feng understands that he is young and vigorous, and understands that he is arbitrary and willful. Several times, he broke into the dormitory to have a tryst with her, and she only quietly reminded her, and she was kind and seductive.

She brought out the brilliance of women to the fullest, which made Still Langtian very down-to-earth.

This is really: the melody of rain and clouds, and the blooming of flowers is always spring.