As the woman breathed, her chest rose and fell slightly, like the stretch of snow-colored mountains, flying in a thrilling arc.

Emperor Jinglan's body stiffened slightly.

The young Son of Heaven had never been in such close contact with people.

Or, never been so intimate with a woman.

Although he ascended the throne as the emperor, in order to balance the forces of all parties in the court, he canonized many female dependents of important ministers as concubines, and dozens of concubines in the harem, but he did not favor anyone.

In the past, he had just ascended the throne, and he devoted himself to state affairs and government affairs, just wanting to carry forward the country left by his father in his hands, and he had no intention of beauty and pleasure, and rarely lingered in the harem.

Even when his father was alive, when he was a prince, several royal brothers had intercourse and concubines early, and he was also not interested in beauty.

Maybe it's because of the memory of his mother in his short childhood.

The gentle voice of his mother, Concubine Shu, was blurred, but he clearly remembered what she said, and her beautiful smile that was pale and faded:

"Lan'er, my mother doesn't want you to be the emperor in the future, as an emperor, it is difficult to be sincere in the high places."

"Even if you get the sincerity, there are too many people who can't help themselves, and they can't return the same love and loyalty."

"Therefore, mother only wants you to be an idle prince, who will be carefree, plain and smooth in the future, and happy in your life."

"In the future, marry a wife you really like, have a pair of lovely children, and grow old."

"It's not about living all day long in the middle of you fighting and killing."

His mother, Concubine Shu, never called herself a concubine in front of him.

She's just a mother.

Think about her son.

However, she didn't know that in this world, some things are not so simple, especially in this emperor's family, even if you don't want to fight, there will always be people who force you to fight and rob.

If you advance, you will live, and if you retreat, you will die.

He has the blood of the imperial family in his bones, and he will never be willing to run to death.

He had already made a choice, and when he got to the position he is now, there was no reason to retreat.

The emperor shook his head slightly, his eyes became firm, and the tail of his narrow eyes swept a fierce ripple, like some kind of cruel beast, inadvertently revealing a bit of darkness that was completely different from his picturesque appearance.

It's just that once I come back to my senses, the touch of the woman's delicate body is still clinging, which is impossible to ignore.

She had no clothes on.

I didn't even have a small coat to cover my body.

It was just pasted up without any gaps.

He had a white coat on him.

It's just that the bedclothes you wear when you sleep, if you think about it, can't be so thick.

The texture of the bedwear made of silk is light and transparent, and the pure white single clothes are wet with water, crumpled and wet on the body, outlining the man's slender and lean waist.

When the water is cold, it's cold.

In the slightly cold weather at the end of spring, if your clothes are soaked, you will definitely be cold when you stand like this for a while.

It's just that Emperor Jinglan didn't feel that way at all, and only felt a trace of heat from the place where the woman was soft and lying on his body, grazing a cluster of flames.

The fire was not extinguished, but burned.

The little woman who started the fire didn't know it.

After Xi Liangxian took a few small breaths, the suffocating feeling of being choked in the water was finally suppressed by her.

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On the train, the chapter was written a long time ago, but there has been no net, and it can't be sent, and it is hard to catch a little signal update, which is too devastating!

Don't wait tonight, the update time is uncertain.