Chapter 113: Lord Wang, Is this palace beautiful?
The night is as cool as water, the red candle in front of the hall is swaying, the soft brocade quilt is on, a delicate person is lying on her side, and she is sleeping with one hand. The posture is delicate and graceful, and the ice muscles are clear. A white silkworm coat is as thin as a cicada's wings, draped on the body, faintly revealing the red on the chest, full and towering, and the nephrite jade is fragrant. The green silk like silk sinuous falls to the ground, the jade face is pretty, no powder, but the wind is beautiful, and the beauty is unparalleled.
Mu Xianyue stepped into the hall, and what caught her eye was this scene, not like the previous kitsch, the people on the bed were still the same face, but the temperament around her body was completely new, more tranquil and elegant.
Su Ziyan heard the footsteps, her beautiful eyes were half-opened, her eyes were staring at others with spring water, her pale pink cherry mouth opened slightly, and her sweet and greasy voice overflowed from it: "Brother Xianyueββ"
This sound broke the beautiful scenery in front of her, Mu Xianyue lowered her eyebrows, covered the ridicule in her eyes, raised her steps lightly, walked to the bed, and as soon as she sat down, her soft and boneless body came up.
Su Ziyan leaned on Mu Xianyue's body, and her five fingers painted with bright red dankou teasingly caressed his chest, "Brother Xianyue, it's been a few days, and Yan'er is very worried." β
Mu Xianyue forcibly suppressed the urge to overthrow people, raised her hand and picked up her chin, her lustless eyes carefully measured her delicate red lips, and her magnetic voice was slightly hoarse, "Do you really want this king like this?" β
"Brother Xianyue, I don't believe you touch it, it thinks you are nervous." Su Ziyan grabbed his hand and slid it to his chest, his soft hand was covered on the back of his hand, and with a slight arch, his big palm was immediately moved.
Mu Xianyue's eyes dimmed slightly, and she laughed: "Indeed." β
In the next second, the candle flame in the dormitory was extinguished by an invisible wind, and it fell into darkness.
"Huh? Brother Xianyue-" Su Ziyan, who was thrown down on the bed, screamed emotionally, and when her beautiful eyes closed, a black shadow at the screen came to the bed to take over.
Mu Xianyue quietly left from the dormitory, and the black shadow squatting in the dark stepped out, handing over a soaked brocade handkerchief, and he took it and wiped it carefully a few times, as if his hands were stained with some indelible filth.
"Is there any news from the Evergreen Palace?" In the duplex corridor, the dim lights sprinkled down, and half of Mu Xianyue's cold face fell into darkness, but it highlighted his ghostly silhouette.
"Today, the saint stayed overnight, and Miss Qingyun politely refused." Following him, the dark guard, dressed in black and shadowy, answered quickly.
"Hmm." Mu Xianyue tapped her chin, and the brocade handkerchief wiped on her hand fell casually, falling into the lotus pond, separating the duckweed floating on the water.
"It won't be long."
The dark guard followed him like a shadow, and did not answer this sentence.
This sentence was not so much to say to him, but to himself, which showed Mu Xianyue's determination.
At this time, in the dormitory, the clothes fell to the ground, and the red curtains hung down, faintly revealing a man and a woman who were intertwined inside.
An unusually good-smelling floral fragrance wafted out of it, and the man who was originally pressing on her stagnant moved, and there was no follow-up.
The people below violently lifted it open, pulling the ice silk silkworm quilt and wrapping themselves tightly, "Phew! Scumbag. β
"People haven't slept with you, why are you scum?"
"Isn't it scum to use this method against a woman?" Su Ziyan... No, Gu Sanning asked rhetorically.
"Okay, okay, just be happy." Boogie didn't bother to argue with her.
Gu Sang Ning snorted coldly, she spent a night concave shape, but when she waited for an impostor, can she not be angry?