"Three thousand taels."

For a while, all the men in the flower stage were silent.

The gold silk flower tent faintly reveals the figure sitting upright in the Accord, which is somewhat reverie.

They shrank their heads, and they did not dare to show their disappointment because of the price shouted by the master of the Accord.

Who is that person?

Feiyan looked up, his sparkling gray eyes full of doubts.

*****

The red candle shines on the gold furnace, the brocade of flowers and Shu is the screen, and the silk bed is a jade pillow and gold silk quilt.

Feiyan was arranged to wait for the guests of the Accord in this upper room, and the fierce clothes were like the bride who was waiting for Lang Jun in a wedding dress.

In order not to kill her or injure her guests, the bustard has taken away her sharp objects. She looked around, and her eyes fell on a bronze mirror.

She was not the obedient bride, and without hesitation, she raised her hand and smashed the bronze mirror to pieces.

As she looked down to pick up the shards, she saw a crow reflected in the broken mirror.

She was about to turn back, but the man was caught in her arms.

Her back pressed against his chest, and she was embraced by the familiar aura.

Her voice almost trembled, "Uncle Ling......"

The appearance of him holding her from behind made her feel extremely uncomfortable, she had obviously torn through her disguise, and he still played affection for her.

He didn't speak, only quietly took out the pill bottle from his sleeve.

There was a medicinal fragrance, and there was a subtle coolness coming from his neck, and Feiyan lowered his eyes and said, "Why should the prince waste this golden sore medicine?" ”

She turned her face away, "Feiyan is a lowly body, the prince might as well let Feiyan die." ”

The person behind him was angry in his voice, and he was finally angered by her.

"If you want to disappoint Her Royal Highness the Princess, even if it is the King of Hades, you can't let Her Royal Highness the Princess escape from the palm of this king's hand."

Feiyan shook his body.

All kinds of things poured into my mind, and there was a humiliation in my heart.

She frowned and shouted, "The prince has gone to great lengths this time, just to play with the flying smoke between applause?!" ”

He had wrapped the wound on her neck with a cloth, lifted her up, and walked to the couch.

"The princess has finally learned wiser."

He didn't want to touch her again!

She rolled over and was about to go down, but he leaned over her, and the sudden weight made her tense.

"Uncle Ling, you devil! You know I don't really love you, why do you do this to me! ”

"Never loved?" His voice was like an understatement, and no emotion could be heard.

"Never!" She screamed, struggling to the death.

Struggling is useless, there is nowhere to run.

He pressed against her and said in a deep voice, "It's okay. "The hands are slow and direct, with a paralyzing illusion.

It wasn't until the red dress slumped to the ground, like the dignity of her being thrown to the ground, that her heart suddenly ached. Yan Guo is in danger, the eldest sister's life is not long, she actually ......

Let him light the fire everywhere, and her whole body was stiff, like a dead fish.

His hot kiss landed on her smooth back, and she shuddered.

Then his kiss ran down her smooth and graceful spine, like flowers blooming on a white jade tree......

He has always been like this, and he can't refuse to do things at all, but he often pretends to be warm.

Slowly crush her reason, and then watch her instinctively struggle and beg for mercy.

Once again, she lost to instinct, and even hatred became a fatal excitement.

She realized that she was longing for him, which made her ashamed, and she bit her lip tightly, trying not to respond.

There was an electric voice ringing in his ears, and he asked hoarsely. "Why won't Her Royal Highness the princess do it today?" Immediately after, he entered from behind her.

In the tent of night, the sound of low breathing rose.

It was as if she had split in two, like a drowning person, half surviving in the chaos and half sinking in the waves.

The pleasure climbed layer by layer, and when it reached the extreme, she was confused, clutching the sheets and whispering: "Depth of field ......"

The person on the body paused, as if he didn't hear clearly, and whispered, "What do you call me?" ”