Leng Qinghuan gently bit her lower lip and nestled in Murong Qi's arms: "I don't believe it." One day, the little lover of your last life comes to you, and you are afraid that you will be happy to love it. ”

Murong Qi was puzzled: "What kind of little lover in the previous life?" ”

Leng Qinghuan chuckled shyly: "My daughter is my father's lover in my last life." ”

Murong Qi lowered her head, and her cool lips went all the way down her long and delicate neck: "Don't." I've been fasting for five years. ”

After Lao Tzu got married to you, he didn't let go of his hands and feet, and he enjoyed himself heartily. After another five years as a monk and five years of famine, they were about to rust and be scrapped. Now that we are finally together, what daughter do you want, you can't touch it when the time comes, be careful, the taste of being a widow is too uncomfortable.

Leng Qinghuan only felt very itchy, eating and chuckling, and his eyes were almost fascinating: "My meat is not delicious." ”

"This king likes it."

Murong Qi's lips gradually became hot, his Adam's apple rolled, and because of forbearance, the green tendons on his forehead jumped "suddenly": "I can't swallow you in one bite and hold it in my heart." ”

Leng Qinghuan corrected seriously: "Wrong, after the food enters your esophagus, it will only enter your stomach for digestion, and then the nutrients are absorbed, and the residue enters the ......"

Murong Qi directly blocked her lips.

This woman, can she not be so upset with the scenery that she can't even understand a sweet word?

Leng Qinghuan was finally honest, and he couldn't say anything twice, so he could only accept his fate, raising his chin high, and entangled with Murong Qi like glue. The heart rises and falls violently, tightening into a beautiful arc.

Then, the whole person gradually melted and turned into a puddle of water. Paralyzed in Murong Qi's arms.

Murong Qi had been hungry for five years, and he couldn't wait. I can't sweep away the remnant clouds, but I'm afraid that I will swallow dates, and I can't feel the graceful taste of the person in my arms.

The skirt fell to the ground lightly, and the red and bright Luo skirt slowly slipped down along the smooth skin like mutton fat and white jade, piling up under the feet.

Murong Qi picked her up horizontally, and the embroidered shoes embroidered with ginger flowers slid across a graceful curve, cocked high, rippled in the crook of his arm, turned into two flower butterflies, and flew up.

Luo's skirt fell from her slender ankles, and silver bells rang melodiously.

Her feet are very beautiful, without socks, like white snow piled up, as thin as jade, white as celadon. The pink nails meet the candlelight, delicate and lovely, shining with a lustre, and the jade carving is as transparent as a jade carving.

She curled her toes shyly, tilted her head back slightly, lifted her delicate chin, and her eyes were misty.

The gorse hairpin on the sideburns slipped out of the bun, and the jet-black hair like a waterfall fell down and rippled softly.

Leng Qinghuan buried his face in Murong Qi's chest, only to feel that the fire was burning, and closed his eyes tightly. The curled and thick eyelashes are like a fan, casting a shadow on the face.

The snow-white teeth gently bit her lower lip, showing her unparalleled nervousness.

His hands were also tightly gripping the placket of his chest, and his palms were wet.

Gently, resting on the bed, the orange candlelight reflected on her without hesitation, gilding the snow-like people with a gentle light.

Leng Qinghuan pointed to the candle on the table and motioned to Murong Qi to extinguish the shameful fire.

Murong Qi chuckled hoarsely, curled his lips happily, and looked greedily at the cat-like woman, his heart was full of pity, where was he willing to look away, let alone let the dark night swallow up this beautiful scene.

He just hated to make this candlelight a little brighter, and make the beauty in front of him more thrilling.

Leng Qinghuan was really shy, hiding his face with one hand and untying the golden silk on the bed with the other.

The bed tent hung down, and the tent was hazy and unrealistically beautiful.

Murong Qi's well-proportioned big hand crossed the mountains all the way, and it was very easy to pick up the string in Leng Qinghuan's heart and play the turbulent waves crashing on the shore.

Leng Qinghuan felt that he was lifted by the huge waves, and the whole person was thrown high on the crest of the waves, and his heart was raised to his throat, and he couldn't wait to jump out of his throat and scream with extreme pleasure.

It's a pity that this sound, like a wave, was slapped on the shore and shattered into fine and dense pieces.

The fine song of the warbler made Murong Qi sweat on his head.

The warm spring breeze suddenly turned into a torrential rain, setting off flying sand and stones. It is like beating a roaring war drum, the soldiers are under the city, half of the city is smoke and sand, desperately attacking the city, domineeringly occupying the opponent's territory, and there is no resistance to resist.

Leng Qinghuan bit her lower lip tightly, frowned a pair of smoky eyebrows, and a pair of originally clear eyes seemed to be filled with the smoke and rain of the south of the Yangtze River, the enchanting of the weeping willows, and the spring was full of joy.

The bed tent rippled, and the tassels swayed like a beauty's water snake waist.

In the shadowy tent, a pair of delicate jade feet were raised high, inadvertently opening the gap between the bed tents.

Murong Qi's sweaty back was tightly tensed into a bow. Fleeting.

The most beautiful thing in the world is the beautiful shadow under the candle and the beautiful voice in the tent.

A beautiful woman at night, a thousand dollars do not change.

In the palace, the bonfire was lit, Qiu Sishao and Deputy General Yu sat around the bonfire, poured the wine in the palace into the bowl, and raised his neck, and the hot wine poured down his throat into his stomach.

The meat roasted on the shelves was already cooked, squeaked with oil, and fell into the fire, and a puff of green smoke rose from it.

Qiu Sishao took out a tube of suona from his waist, put it to his lips, puffed up his breath, and held up his cheeks, but threw it aside in frustration.

"Forget it, it's boring."

Shen Linfeng sighed and pulled the bowstring of the erhu in his hand, like a rooster that was choked by the neck and crowed, which made people's hearts furious.

Vice General Yu hurriedly blocked his ears.

"I'm afraid, you didn't disturb the prince's Yaxing, but you should have killed your diaphragm. Is this tune heard? ”

Shen Linfeng glanced at Qiu Sishao and nodded: "Indeed, only those who ask for food on the street will pull this thing, and it will be miserable to listen to." ”

Major General Qiu Si drank all the wine in his bowl: "What I want is this tune for people to send people to the end, is it possible that I still beat gongs and drums and set off firecrackers for the two of them to celebrate?" ”

A song of suona just buries his feelings that died before he started.

Deputy General Yu pouted: "At this time, it is said that the gongs and drums are beaten, and it is to throw a sky-shaking thunder into the house, and the prince of my family probably ignores it." ”

Qiu Sishao smiled "hehe": "There is no earth-shattering thunder, but I will do this smoke bomb, Leng Qinghuan taught me." ”

Deputy General Yu shrank his neck: "Why are you so damaged?" Five years ago, you took away my princess, which made my prince depressed for five years. You try it with a smoke bomb, my prince may not do anything to you, the princess is not easy to say, she is angry, and the six relatives do not recognize it. ”

Qiu Si Shao smacked his lips: "But why do I feel so unwilling, it's like the pig I worked hard to raise was arched by someone else's cabbage." ”

But the problem is, you piglet didn't belong to you in the first place.

Shen Linfeng patted him on the shoulder: "If you really can't sleep, otherwise, I'll find someone to accompany you."

Deputy General Yu suddenly came to his senses: "This beauty of Nanzhao has fine skin and tender meat, which is very good." ”

Qiu Si Shaoyi gritted his teeth: "Yes, ask them who will play the erhu, blow the suona, and come over to help us." Have a good drink today, and tomorrow with the strength of wine, so that you can enter the capital of Nanzhao, and let them see how powerful my master is. ”

When the suona is drunk, the wine is even more sorrowful. Where can you arouse the pride of men?

I'm afraid this baby is not stunned?