When Murong Mian entered, Bai Qianfan had already finished taking a shower, sitting on the edge of the bed with half-dried hair, slightly bowing his head, looking a little nervous, twisting his fingers, and a faint layer of pink floating on his face, bringing out a touch of shyness.

He stood there, looking at her quietly. In the past six months, she has changed a lot, and she is no longer the little girl in his impression. Wearing crimson clothes doesn't feel big, and the light clothes hang down, outlining the figure of the girl Miaoman. used to have light eyebrows and light eyes, but now it seems to have been sketched with pen and ink, and the shade is appropriate. Dai's eyebrows are like distant mountains, the corners of her eyes are slightly raised, and the eyeliner is like a thick painting, which makes her big eyes dark.

He couldn't help sighing, regretting that he had missed so much of her growth time, such a Bai Qianfan was obviously a little strange to him, but the movement of her fingers wringing her fingers as soon as she was nervous made him feel familiar and kind. No matter how she changes, she is still his little princess, the little daughter-in-law he loves in his bones.

The sixteen-year-old girl is no longer a childish pink, she is a flower that is slowly blooming, so delicate in front of him.

Murong Mian took a deep breath and walked over slowly. The lights flickered, and it was eerily quiet, and the sound of the soles of his shoes rubbing against the ground could be heard, low and muffled.

A pair of thick-soled fawn boots appeared in her sight, and the familiar atmosphere that was slowly approaching, her heart jumped, and she stood up in a panic, but his big hand reached over, and gently ripped open her belt, and the silk straight placket slid to both sides, falling from her shoulders, inside was a belly pocket embroidered with a lotus root and white lotus on a pink background, his eyes were fixed on her snow-white shoulders, but his hand did not stop, went around the back, and picked up the thin lacing.

She only felt a chill in her chest, instinctively covered it with her hand, he pressed her arm, and his voice was low and dark, "Let me see, see if you have grown up?" ”

Two burning eyes were fixed on her breasts, as if to see a flower.

She was so ashamed that she couldn't do it, the blush spread from her face downward, even her chest turned pink, and her voice was low, "I'm probably going to disappoint you, I didn't grow into the watermelon you wanted." ”

He was a little confused, "You look like this, they actually think you are a man?" ”

"I usually tie it up with strips of cloth."

He let out an "oh", as if he regretted, "If it wasn't tied, maybe it would be bigger." ”

She was ashamed and annoyed, "You still don't think I'm old enough." ”

"No," he said, lowering his head in a kind of devotional devotion, his face buried in the ravine, and a muffled voice came up, "just right, I like it very much." ”

He couldn't wait any longer, now, immediately, immediately, he wanted her to be truly his, to brand her mark as his, and from now on, never to lose her again. It is said that as long as a woman is committed to a man, she will be dead set on him, and he wants to be her man, so that she can no longer escape.

In the confused night, he entangled her, his blurry eyes, glued to each other, and the two of them somehow fell into the soft bed.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you afraid?" ”

The girl shook her head, a determined look on her face, "Come on," she said.

His eyes were as dark as a pool, "If it hurts, you tell me." ”

"I'm not afraid of pain," she said, putting her hand around his neck and pulling it down gently, with a kind of fearless courage.

He was so moved that he was determined to get things done. It was the first time, and he was nervous, but he couldn't let her see that he had to be rock solid and make her rely on him wholeheartedly.

The strong arms followed her delicate curves upwards and touched her hand, ten fingers intersecting, clasping tightly. Little by little, my body sank.

He was always worried, "Does it hurt?" ”

"It doesn't hurt," she gave him a bright smile in return, but it was actually ...... It really hurts, as if his body is torn, so that he can be included.

He was already in a daze, and he couldn't tell the truth of her words, and called her out in a disordered breath, "Heart and liver ......"

If it had been put aside, Bai Qianfan would have laughed out loud, but now, her eyes were wet, and the iron-blooded King of Chu hugged her and shouted to her heart, this is something that is unimaginable, she is wrong, she shouldn't have run, she shouldn't have been separated from him for so long, he is so depressed, and so longing, eager to be one with her......

He was sweating profusely, she was also hot, his eyes were always staring at her, never leaving for a moment, and she was not allowed to stagger her gaze, just looking at each other stupidly, wanting to see each other's hearts......

Spring is everywhere inside the house, and the night outside is intoxicating. Jia Tong and Ning Jiu stood silently under the corridor, like two King Kongs.

Ning Jiu was probably a little surprised by Jia Tong's quietness, and glanced at him with some surprise, Jia Tong sighed, his voice seemed like he was about to cry, "It's really not easy for the prince and the princess." ”

Ning Jiu bent his lips slightly, it was not easy, but it was also the fate of iron, he couldn't find it like that, and suddenly he sent it to the door.

In the afterglow, a slender figure walked over quickly, and he leaned down slightly and saluted: "Prince's Palace." ”

The prince nodded, walked inside, and was stopped by him with his hand, "His Royal Highness the prince, it is inconvenient for the prince to meet guests now." ”

The prince was a little surprised: "Am I a guest?" ”

Ning Jiu's hand did not fall, and his attitude was neither arrogant nor humble, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince should go back first, and when the prince is done, his subordinates will report back." ”

The prince's face was not gloomy at all, but he smiled, "Is your prince seeing a guest?" ”

"Yes."

"I don't know which big guy ......"

Jia Tong endured it for a long time on the side and didn't hold back, "Your Royal Highness the Prince, please take care of me, it's my princess who has come back, and the prince is talking to her." ”

The prince was shocked, but his face was silent, and his smile became more and more gentle: "It turns out that the princess is back, which is gratifying, even if this is the case, let them get together more with their husbands and wives, and I will find him the same tomorrow." ”

Jia Tong bowed and sent him off, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince walks slowly." ”

The prince walked all the way to the backyard, looked at the lights on the embroidery floor and hesitated for a moment, but still walked upstairs.

Huangfu Zhu'er couldn't help but wonder when she saw him coming at this time: "Brother Crown Prince is coming at this time, but what's the matter?" ”

The prince was silent, just looked at her, and saw that she felt a little weak in her heart: "What is the prince's brother looking at me like this?" ”

"Are you hiding something from me?"

"No, what can I hide from the prince's brother?"

"You and the King of Chu, are you ...... Not what it used to be? ”

Huangfu Zhu'er's face changed slightly: "Did the third brother tell you something?" ”

"The princess is back, you know?"

"Huh?" Huangfu Zhu'er's legs weakened, she sat down on the chair, and muttered, "She, why did she come back?" ”

Tai looked at her, "Zhu'er, don't forget your blood feud, now the king of Chu refuses to go north, how long will it take for our plan to succeed and you can slash the enemy?" ”

Huangfu Zhu'er suddenly covered her face and cried, "What do you tell me to do, the third brother has no me in his heart......"