She leaned over, her red lips approached the tips of her ears that were crystal clear but red with blood, and whispered softly: "I asked the holy monk to relive what the holy monk and I did on this phoenix couch last night, wouldn't the holy monk want to ...... Shameful and angry? ”

Fanyin's face was like a peach blossom, she pursed her lips slightly shyly, and her dark pupils didn't dare to look at her, and she unconsciously looked away.

Who knows, this farewell, the girl slightly opened the purple placket, and a touch of white and delicate spring color was all in her eyes.

Last night, this saint-like person, even in affairs, was forbearant and restrained.

The most active is just to raise your hand, hug her, and respond.

The most intense, but the ultimate pinnacle, on the girl's white and soft skin, biting.

The traces were not deep, there were no terrible bruises, shallow tooth marks, bright and ambiguous.

The vivid and ambiguous imprints reflect the white and delicate softness, and become more and more crystal like snow.

This, the tooth marks on it, ...... he left behind?

Thinking of this, Sanskrit Yin breathed slightly.

"It seems that ......" Fenghua's red lips were like charm, and his fingers raised the delicate jaw of Sanskrit, "The holy monk really wants to relive the old dream with me." ”

The eyelashes are intertwined, and the breath is entwined.

"Red Makeup ......"

"I'm here."

[Ding!] The target character Sanskrit sounds, favorability +5, strategy completion 70! ］

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The empress, who was weak and had not yet recovered, needed to recuperate, but in fact, spent all day in the Hebi Palace, and the Sanskrit holy monk who was admired by thousands of people in the world.

Where is the appearance of half weakness?

And so it went on for a few days.

Xiangni, the first female official in front of the emperor, reminded Fenghua in vague words: Your Majesty, you should go to the court~

The empress reluctantly got up, sorted out the crown clothes and phoenix robes, and walked up to the Jinluan Palace.

The red-sleeved country is in its heyday, there is neither famine nor plague, it is a mediocre talent, or it can sit on the world and be a king.

Therefore, the empress was absurd for a few days, neglected political affairs, and could not shake the foundation of the Red Sleeve Country in the slightest.

There is no phenomenon of 'twists and turns flying all over the sky, and political affairs are crowded into piles'.

Fenghua is very satisfied.

There was nothing for her to worry about, she was happy to be an idle emperor.

The Manchu civil and military forces were worried about another thing-

Your Majesty, you should have an heir!

After experiencing the fact that the empress was assassinated by the White Lotus Sect's anti-thieves, she was poisoned and dying, and she almost died, and the ministers realized a serious problem - the empress had no heirs.

The first emperor's lineage was already thin, with only the red makeup of the eldest princess and the purple sleeves of the second queen.

In the Zhaoluan Dynasty, she ascended the throne for three years, and none of the four nobles in the harem gave birth to a princess.

So much so that when the empress's life was almost lost, this red-sleeved country was so beautiful that she almost couldn't find anyone to inherit it.

As a result, people had to hit the idea of the imperial candidate on the king in purple.

Although the king in purple is the sister of Empress Zhaoluan, he has no children to continue to change his name.

For a rainy day. If something like this happens again, please have a baby, the Empress!

Bah.

- Please pamper the harem husbands and let them have a baby!

Fenghua: "......"

She couldn't help but raise her hand and rub her forehead, the setting of the ghost beast of the Female Venerable Country-

Boys.

Sounds like ...... Not bad either.

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