The coachman raised his whip and drove the carriage as fast as he could. With the name of Murong Qi, he opened the city gate and went directly out of the city to the lakeside.

The scenery here is even better, with the moonlight at a glance and sprinkled on the sparkling lake, like a dream.

The driver stopped the car and avoided it with the sight of it.

"Leng Qinghuan" kept burying his face in Murong Qi's chest, lingering all the way, and after arriving at the lakeside, the two were on the verge of exploding.

Murong Qi peeled "Leng Qinghuan" into white lotus root in three or two times, and his movements were very rude and impatient.

The night wind lifted the curtains, and moonlight jumped into the car and shone on the two of them.

Murong Qi's rough calloused hand slid over the thin waist of the "Leng Qinghuan" willow, and his movements froze, as if he had already been chaotic and a little sober in his mind, and half of his body was propped up.

"Qinghuan, how can your waist ......?"

"Leng Qinghuan" snake-like arms hooked his neck, brought his cherry red lips up, and blocked Murong Qi's words, and there was a bitter medicinal fragrance between his lips and teeth, which permeated Murong Qi's mouth.

Murong Qi's remaining shred of reason told him that this taste must be greasy, but the burning desire in his heart made him feel nostalgic for the enthusiasm of "Leng Qinghuan" for a moment.

And "Leng Qinghuan" chased after him relentlessly, and did not intend to let him go.

The aura of the medicinal fragrance did not diminish in the slightest, becoming stronger and stronger, and it seemed that there was a pill that quickly melted between the lips and teeth. Murong Qi was alert, and shook off the people under him fiercely, and his anger was steaming.

"You're not Qinghuan, you're Leng Qinglang!"

"Leng Qinghuan" blindfolded his eyes and called out in a sweet voice: "Lord Wang".

Murong Qi gasped for breath with some difficulty: "What medicine did you give me?" ”

"Leng Qinghuan" unabashedly showed Murong Qi a snow-skinned jade skin that shone with a pearl luster.

"Am I not as good as that crude benzene Leng Qinghuan?"

Murong Qi only felt that his brain was dizzy, more uncomfortable than drunk, and he turned around and was about to rush out of the carriage, eager to jump into the lake, let the cool lake water flood his head, and regain a little clarity.

When he turned around, his body was crooked, and he only felt dizzy and fell softly in the carriage.

"Leng Qinghuan" stepped forward, neatly ripped off the clothes on Murong Qi's body, then raised his hand, groped behind his ears for a while, and unexpectedly took off a thin layer of human skin mask, revealing Leng Qinglang's original skin that could be broken by blowing.

It's really a cold pretend. The human skin mask brought by Fang Pinzhi was vivid, and under the cover of the night, it was enough to fool the coachman and the drunken Murong Qi.

It's a pity that this man's concentration is too strong. Even if he was drunk, and in such a small environment as the carriage, he used a slight aroma to help him, and at the last critical moment, he could still retain the last trace of sobriety. Forcing himself to use the next strategy to stun him, or else he will fail.

It doesn't matter if he does it or not, just wait for him to wake up, forget everything that happened at the right time, and feel that the boat is done.

Thinking about the past feelings, even if he calculated him, I believe he should be able to open up. Moreover, isn't there a saying that is called eating marrow and knowing taste?

Leng Qinglang clenched the root of his teeth and twisted a few handfuls on his body, leaving a few bruises. Then he snuggled into his arms and lay down, stretched out his fingertips and slowly rubbed the bridge of Murong Qi's straight nose, thin and resolute lips, and hard face, and still couldn't help but feel sorry in his heart.

The more you can't get it, the better it is, and this man is so addicted even when he is unconscious. This kind of cold and hard spirit, brave man's taste, is incomparable to Fang Pinzhi.

As long as Murong Qi acknowledges the child in his belly, the position of the side concubine of the Qi Palace's mansion is stable, and no one can move. There is always a chance in the future.

Murong Qi's medicinal strength passed quickly. He woke up from his coma feeling dizzy and painful in his brain. For a while, I couldn't remember where I was now.

Leng Qinglang in his arms moved, and his slippery body rubbed against Murong Qi's chest: "I'm tired to death, I don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade at all." Are all drunk men like this? ”

Murong Qi was stunned, sat up like a spring, and shook off the cold Qinglang in his arms.

How so? Where is this? What's going on?

Why can't I remember? It's like a drunken transient amnesia, with no memory of what you did? I only remember that I once pushed her away and tried to refuse.

Leng Qinglang snorted dissatisfiedly: "It hurts!" ”

Murong Qi clenched his fists tightly, and the naked bodies of the two reminded him of what had happened to Shicai.

"How dare you calculate this king?" Murong Qi stuck Leng Qinglang's neck, and his face was violent and ruthless. It seems that as long as his subordinates add a little more strength, Leng Qinglang's neck will be broken with a "click".

Leng Qinglang's face turned purple, his chest was suffocated and about to explode, and he couldn't say a word.

Such a Murong Qi is simply terrifying. She had seen him treat Leng Qinghuan like this, but she felt that he was not ruthless enough, and she hated to be more hideous and vicious. Now that I am myself, I am so scared that my soul is gone.

"Let go, let go ......"

The curtains of the car rippled, and the moonlight poured in, shining coldly, with tears surging and marks on the neck.

His hand slowly lost its strength. Finally, a trace of air entered his chest, and Leng Qinglang breathed greedily, causing a sharp cough.

"It's clear that the prince was drunk and asked for Qinglang in a hurry, why is it Qinglang's fault now?"

Murong Qi clenched his teeth, full of chagrin: "If it weren't for you pretending to be Qinghuan, why would this king be mistaken for it?" ”

"We were originally sisters, and we naturally resembled each other. The prince was drunk and dazzled, and he mistook me, is it also my fault? ”

"You've drugged this king! Otherwise, this king would definitely not be so confused! ”

Murong Qi was annoyed, angry, so angry that he wanted to kill!

Leng Qinglang complained on his face: "You and I had a one-night stand, and we are also husband and wife, so this matter is a matter of course." Why did the prince think of Qinglang so filthy for the sake of his sister? Isn't it true that if I admit that I used the means, you will feel better and you will be able to have a clear conscience with your sister? ”

Murong Qi slammed his fist into the carriage like an irascible lion. He still didn't want to believe that he was just drunk and betrayed Leng Qinghuan so easily.

His vows to her and his commitment to her seemed so pale and weak.

Leng Qinglang is right, if you can find one more excuse for yourself, you will feel better. Otherwise, how to face Qinghuan?

It was not easy for her to take off all the defenses in her heart and calmly accept herself, what kind of harm what she is doing now will cause to Qinghuan!

He tore through the clothes scattered in the carriage and put them on, jumped out of the carriage, looked around, and shouted, "Someone! ”