Outside the door, Songwu listened to the sound of a man roaring from inside the house, and couldn't help lowering his head, his ears were already red.

An Dequan walked over and asked in a low voice, "Is the emperor inside?" ”

Songwu's eyes were a little fluttering, but he answered yes, buried his head again, and closed his ears.

"This ...... How long have you been in? Ander frowned.

"It's been almost two hours." Songwu hung his head and answered.

An Dequan sighed slightly, the concubine's body is not yet well, how can she withstand such a toss from the emperor, thinking about it and saying, "I'll go to the small kitchen to carry a bowl of blood glutinous rice porridge, you are waiting here." ”

Songwu looked at him suspiciously, "What are you doing with blood glutinous rice porridge?" ”

"You," Ande snorted, with an unfathomable look, "When you get married, come and ask me again, I'm afraid that you will want our porridge every day." ”

After saying that, he went to the small kitchen.

Songwu reacted stunned for a while, and when he thought about the meaning of his words, he couldn't help but take a sip, go to your Andequan.

But......

The ambiguous voices in the room were constantly intertwined, and it was obvious that the intensity was so intense that Songwu couldn't help but clench his fingers, and most of Fang Cai's shyness subsided, leaving only worry.

Mother, are you alright?

With a low roar, Yan Jingtian finally finished venting and lay on his back, hugging the concubine with spring in his eyebrows and eyes, and the corners of his mouth were full of pleasure after gluttony.

Qianwan, who was sitting on the couch on the side, looked coldly at the "Living Spring Palace" directed and performed by the person on the bed, until he was exhausted and fell asleep, his brows furrowed tightly, and he asked with some disgust, "Is this okay?" ”

[Sure and sure, you can, Shen Ji only needs to apply some plasters on her body now, disguised as bruises and mottled marks, and then deliberately lower her voice when she speaks, Xiaoxian guarantees that no one will notice it. 】

Yue Lao pinched the small bottle in his hand, and the old god shook the peach blossom fan.

This "phantom mist" is still the matchmaker gift he gave to the mandala flower fairy a few days ago, and even the immortal who majored in the ruthless way will fall into a nightmare if he is accidentally contaminated, let alone this mortal with deep desires?

Qianwan nodded, and just then saw that Yan Sedum was being torn and bitten by all kinds of brocade, it was really ......

Spicy eyes.

Leaning on the collapse and embroidering a few needles, he noticed that Yan Jingtian was gradually waking up, so he got up, carried his robe and walked to the low stool next to the bed and sat down.

Yan Jingtian opened his eyes and remembered that he had just asked for a concubine rudely, and he was torturing the people under him, even if she was moaning and crying, she didn't let go, and that pleasure still stayed in his mind and couldn't be eliminated.

"The emperor is awake?"

The voice from the side of the bed was light and hoarse.

Yan Jingtian sat up and looked sideways, the originally cold and dignified concubine was disheveled at the moment, her face was bloodless, her eyebrows were lowered tiredly, her lips were a little dry, and her snow-white neck was bruised, which showed how rude he was treated.

But even so, she still hugged his robe and waited obediently by the bedside, waiting for him to wake up.

The concubine in my impression has always been domineering and arrogant, but she ...... always smiling like a flower in front of him, gentle and petty, but if it weren't for him and Ru Concubine this time, I'm afraid they wouldn't want to set foot in this cherished evening palace.

It's obviously the concubine who is favored, but he still thinks of the concubine......

Yan Jingtian couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, raised his eyes to look at her, and raised his hand, "Concubine Ai, come here." ”

Qianye covered the disgust in her heart, rolled up her skirt, slowly stood up, and walked in front of him.

"Are you resentful?" Yan Jingtian paused and couldn't help but ask.