Zhao Congye's temperament is the most tired of being coerced, this feeling makes him feel very insecure, his heart is angry, he stretched out his hand and pinched An Linglong's white and slender neck, these eyes are not only angry but also murderous: "Do you think that I, Zhao Congye, don't dare?" No matter how powerful your Anfu is, don't you have to be at my mercy? This entire Kuang Lan Kingdom belongs to me Zhao Cong, what kind of thing is your Anfu! It's just a pawn in my hand! ”

An Linglong's neck was pinched, and her cheeks, which were originally a little pale, turned red now, but she also refused to admit defeat: "However, you still fancy this chess piece, don't you?" Without our Anfu, you are nothing, don't believe you try! ”

As soon as Zhao Congye heard this, his narrow eyes stared at the palm-sized cheeks, and his hand tightened a little: "Believe it or not, I will immediately punish your Anfu and send your Anfu into the eighteenth layer of hell?" ”

An Linglong struggled with the strength of her whole body, broke free of the hand that was holding her, and then gasped: "Okay, you Zhao Congye will do it if you have a kind!" If our Anfu is gone, the wind direction in this court is about to change, and you Zhao Congye will have nothing to accumulate over the years, are you willing? ”

Zhao Congye's narrow eyes were a little red, he was still worried, he knew that the financial resources of Anfu were currently the most powerful among the ministers in the court. and his strategy and ability, which are indeed what he needs most to win the heir now.

Seeing himself in front of him, this palm-sized cheek is flushed red, the eyes inlaid on this face are still watery, and the somewhat white peach lips are slightly opened, and down the line, on this white and slender neck, there are three obvious pinching marks. An Linglong, who was a little depressed and a little haggard, aroused Zhao Congye's desire to conquer. Stretching out his hand, he tripped the attacker directly over the carpet on the ground.

In the middle of the night, a cool breeze blew in from this window, and the carpet was embroidered with red and yellow camellias, and winding vines, as if spread out under the two of them.

An Linglong still resisted, she clearly remembered that the last time she let a man enter her body, it was more than two years ago, in Qinlou Ji in Lanhe Village, in order to take revenge on Qinlou.

The best revenge for a man is to let him get himself, and then ruthlessly withdraw himself and share it with him, so as to arouse his desire for conquest.

Zhao Congye's size is about the same as that of the crown prince Zhao Conghua, but he is a little thinner. Rao is because of his usual martial arts, this pair of wide and slender hands is extremely powerful, wrapping around An Linglong's thin shoulders, and An Linglong can't move for half a minute.

Soon, the clothes were peeled off layer by layer by the lips, leaving only a snow-white, on this red and yellow carpet, which was particularly eye-catching and provoked this desire. Look.

Finally, I couldn't control it anymore, and went straight to the deepest part and began to go back and forth.

This An Linglong only felt that her whole body was stinging very much, especially the place where she wanted to resist the most, it was like a sharp sword cutting. When she was cutting, she changed the way, constantly tearing and stirring back and forth, which made her feel even more painful.

This little face with a big palm, frowning eyebrows, a pair of eyes closed, and this peach lip bit Zhao Congye's shoulder. The skin of this shoulder was bitten open, and now, blood oozed from it, and between these mouths, there was a smell of blood. This hot blood kept flowing into this mouth, An Linglong sucked the blood, swallowed a small mouthful, and almost choked.

Although it has been a miscarriage twice, Su Mi has not been born and raised after all, and the place where it is pulled and stirred is still very exquisite. Zhao Congye was afraid that it would be more than half an hour, and then he finished venting and stopped.

Getting up from An Linglong, An Linglong put all the strength into his body, biting his shoulder tightly, and he was tired now. The originally fair skin was full of red and blue. On the palm-sized face, these brown eyes were filled with crystal clear teardrops.

"Are you satisfied?" An Linglong looked indifferently at the leaves outside the window, the leaves flying in the breeze, and asked in a low voice.

"Although you have had a few dolls with Zhao Conghua, they are not as boring as I imagined, but they are better than those women outside!" Zhao Conghua sat on the chair, gasping for breath, the wound on the shoulder was bitten too deeply, and the blood was still mottled and overflowing, along his strong chest, all the way to the waistband of his pants.

Zhao Congye looked at his blood, his heartbeat accelerated again, sat up from the chair, and walked straight to An Linglong, who was still on the ground. He went down and put the mountain that had risen up in the place where it was torn and painful, and began to go back and forth.

An Linglong raised her head, didn't resist anymore, and let Zhao Cong vent herself.

Finally finished, An Linglong felt that her life was almost halfway over, and Zhao Congye was also tired, so she fell asleep on the bed. An Linglong closed her clothes, her bones had a headache, and she was about to fall apart. After sitting at the window, the slaves and maids prepared the water for bathing, and then she went over and began to bathe.

After experiencing two violent catharsis from men, Su Mi sat in the bathtub, looking at himself covered in scars, his eyes were sour, and the tears still flowed out after all.

The slaves and maids who were bathing her around naturally knew what she was crying about. Inside the dormitory, the fourth prince Zhao Congye was so loud in this battle and shouting, I am afraid that not only the slaves and maids in the hall heard it, but also the slaves and maids outside the hall could hear it clearly.

These slaves and maids listened to it, and their hearts were tickling. It's hot, and the heartbeat is getting faster. I don't know what it's like.

After bathing, the day was almost dawn, and when he returned to this dormitory, Zhao Congye was still sleeping. Seeing his tall nose bridge and obvious facial lines, looking at him quietly like this, he looks very much like the crown prince Zhao Conghua.

An Linglong didn't feel sleepy at all, so she sat on the edge of the bed and watched Zhao Cong carefully for a while, until her slave brought the decoction.

"Miss, the soup is here, drink it while it's hot!"

This slave maid was brought to the palace by An Linglong from Anfu, not to mention the quick work, the key is to take An Linglong as the greatest.

An Linglong got up and sat at the table, her apricot eyes stared at the bowl of avoidance soup, the brown and yellow decoction, exuding a sour taste. Although she is now a righteous concubine, she never planned to give birth to Zhao Congye. Just now, when the man's catharsis flowed to her legs, she only felt very sick in her heart.

In fact, this decoction is not the first time she has drunk it, the last time she drank it, it was after Qin Lou Ji gave it to Qin Louji. She went downstairs and asked the woman in the building to give her a bowl of soup. But in the end, she still deceived Qin Lou and sent him a doll that had fallen to death, making him mistakenly think that she was pregnant with his doll and took it away.

It was sour and fishy, and soon a gust of wind blew in the room, and it was filled with this unpleasant smell of medicine. An Linglong waited for the decoction to cool down a little, stretched out Bai Shengsheng's little hand, held the decoction bowl, and carefully brought it to her lips.

The top of this peach lip was bitten by Zhao Cong, and now it is a little scabbed, piece by piece. As soon as the edge of the bowl was touched, it stinged a lot. But their own legs. After experiencing the pain just now, this little pain is nothing to An Linglong.

After drinking half of this soup, Zhao Congye on the bed woke up and smelled the smell in this hall, "What are you drinking?" ”

"Avoid the child soup!" An Linglong carefully held the bowl with both hands, blew the floating dregs, and took another sip.

"You're drinking avoidant soup?" Zhao Cong was furious, hurriedly got up, and knocked out the porcelain bowl she was holding when she was in her hand.

An Linglong was indifferent, raised her head and smiled at him: "Who is this battle for?" If you don't drink the child-avoiding soup, do you really want me to give you children? ”

"You An Linglong don't care what happened in the past, but you are already married to me Zhao Congye, if you don't give birth to children for me, are you still the prince?" Zhao Congye had never been so angry and jealous of a woman, and looking at the overturned Shunzi soup on the ground, his heart became more and more angry.

"But my An Linglong's body is my own, and it's my own business to have children for whomever I want to have, but I just don't want to have children for you!" An Linglong was still sitting on this stool, her voice indifferent and expressionless.

Zhao Congye reached out and pinched her chin: "An Linglong, you listen to me, in the future, you will be my Zhao Congye's woman, you can only give birth to children for me!" ”

"Then it depends on my An Linglong's mood, maybe one day, I'm in a good mood and want to give birth to you again!" An Linglong's eyes were full of provocation.

Zhao Congye felt for the first time that there was no way to take a woman, but he didn't know what to do, these narrow eyes stared at this delicate and compelling cheek, and after a while, the hand was finally released. In fact, as early as three years ago, he went to Pinghe County and met her for the first time, and she lived in his heart.

Zhao Congye put one hand behind his back and left quickly, leaving only one sentence: "All those who boiled the soup for the concubine were beaten to death." ”

An Linglong was still sitting, looking at the slender back, gradually disappearing into her eyelids, her eyes were sour, I don't know why, these eyes were choked with tears.

After Zhao Cong left, the sound of fighting slaves and maids was heard in this courtyard, and the slaves and maids wailed, one after another, and the screams were like the screams of pigs when they were killed in the village before.

The people who were beaten to death with this stick naturally included the slaves and maids she brought from Anfu. She knew what Zhao Congye meant, that is, she wanted the slaves and maids in this hall to remember that this matter would not be able to be done in the future.