Chapter Forty-Eight: Different Dreams in the Same Bed

Cihe Palace, the burning incense curls into the sky.

The air is filled with the rich smell of roses and ylang-ylang.

Behind the auspicious screen of the dragon and phoenix, the beautiful scenery of the room is intoxicating.

In the sound of the woman's moaning, the coquettishness blooms all the charm, and in this charming charm, the man's beast-like roar is intertwined, intertwined with a scene of strong men and women, blending.

Finally, only an ambiguous gasp remained.

"The Queen Mother is a peony fairy, it really makes people want to die, and the so-called peony flower is also a ghost to die, but it is the extreme."

The sweaty man stroked the smooth and tight jade body, full of emotion.

"You and I can't last long. I want my Feng Yilan to enter the palace at the age of seventeen, be widowed at the age of twenty-one, and be alone in the West Palace at the age of twenty-six, unwilling! ”

"The regent arrives in Beijing in a few days, as long as he is still the regent, how can the mother be lonely?"

Between the words, there is a strong smell of vinegar.

Feng Yilan smiled.

The phoenix stared at him with resentful eyes, and said desolately: "Presumably you also heard rumors that I had an affair with the regent, but in fact, it is not." The regent has all over the world, what kind of woman do you want, he loves the country and doesn't love beauty, and I just want to find a man to rely on. It's a pity that you're just a prince who is not taken seriously by him......"

These words slammed a man's self-esteem to the ground, dripping with blood. He finally stopped tempting, his eyes were cold, and his expression was hideous.

"I can't imagine that the Queen Mother also looks down on this king! However, it doesn't matter, when the king kills Xiao Mojue and sits on the throne of tens of thousands of people, the queen mother still occupies the rear position and moves to Fengqi Palace. ”

Feng Yilan jumped up in fright, staring at the man in horror with her shirtless body.

"You're crazy! You are not his opponent, not to mention, there is also the clever Ling Yuexi. ”

When he was tempted to find that Feng Yilan did not stop himself, but expressed his worries, his mind was full of thoughts, perhaps, he didn't have to wait until the day when the emperor was in power, wouldn't it be a double result with half the effort!

He only cares about the beauty in his heart, but he doesn't know that the woman opposite him has the same mind in his heart.

The two have been preparing to move for many years, and now that the time is ripe, how can they give up.

"Hehehe, a Ling Yuexi, no matter how smart she is, she is just a girl who has provoked infatuation, and she is not afraid. The emperor is not still in the hands of the queen mother. As long as the queen mother immediately fills the harem for the emperor's draft, according to the temperament of that girl......"

"This ......"

"Yilan, in this life, you love me, die without regrets, for you, I want to hold this country in front of you and hire you for you!"

His affectionate gaze and gentle voice like water are all indulgent. Feng Yilan sneered in her heart, pretending to be a saint in front of her?

"Wing ......" Like all women who are moved by sweet words, Feng Yilan exclaimed emotionally, tears rippling. Lang has the intention of having a concubine, and the soul is ecstasy again.

At dawn, a figure appeared in Cihe Palace.

"Oh, my little master, what are you going to do early in the morning? The Queen Mother is still asleep. ”

Andrew hurriedly stopped Feng Yanran, who was dressed in red.

"Get out, the elder brother of the county lord has set up a palace in the frontier, and he will share it with the imperial aunt, do you still have to get the consent of your slave."

Feng Yanran pushed Andrew away and broke in.

"County Lord, County Lord......"

Andrew hurriedly raised his voice.

Feng Yanran lifted the heavy curtains, shouting "Imperial Aunt" and went straight to Feng Collapse.

"Stop!"

Just as she reached for the thick bed veil, a majestic and indifferent cry came from inside.

"Aunt Huang'......"

Feng Yanran stood there a little timidly, hanging her head, her eyes fell to the ground, and she clearly had a pair of black soft boots.