Originally, he favored Yan Qiyu, and Long Jue still resisted the boredom in his heart.

He didn't like Yan Qiyu.

Marrying her, firstly, is the will of her father, and secondly, she takes a fancy to the power of the Zhenbei Wangfu behind Yan Qiyu.

decided to spoil her, but it was only because the Yongwang Mansion lacked an heir, and there were many children of other royal brothers and brothers, and only he had no queen, which was very disadvantageous in seizing the heir and establishing the prince.

After taking a closer look at Yan Qiyu just now, Long Jue found that he was not disgusted.

However, in order to protect Yan Qiyu to be able to get a man in one fell swoop and give birth to an heir for King Yong's Mansion, Feng Jin quietly handed him the secret medicine, and Long Jue still planned to use it.

Long Jue opened his mouth and said: "Yan Qiyu, let your two maids go down, this king will stay in Xiangfangyuan tonight, do you still want them to stay here and listen to the master's affairs?" ”

His Royal Highness King Yongwang said that his face was not red and his heart was not beating.

Fenghua had just drunk a sip of water, and when he heard Long Jue's words, he couldn't help but squirt out: "Poof——! ”

She was choked and coughed repeatedly: "Ahem, cough, cough......"

Scared!

Her Majesty's rare gaffe.

Brother Die, on the big night, please don't tell ghost stories, okay?

"County Lord, how are you?" Bi Hu took out a brocade and handed it to Fenghua.

Mingzhu patted her back and soothed her.

Long Jue frowned: "Yan Qiyu, even if this king says that he wants to stay overnight to enjoy Fangyuan tonight, you don't have to be so excited." ”

As Princess Yong, this behavior is simply too dignified and deceitful!

His Royal Highness King Yong thought unhappily in his heart.

Fenghua raised his hand, pointed to the door, and gave him a word: "Get out-"

Pamper your sister!

It's always been the only one who pampers others!

At last.

His Royal Highness King Yong, who came with the purpose of pampering Princess Yong, brushed his sleeves away.

That face, the same color as the dark brocade robe he was wearing—

Black!

……

Hearing the news that His Royal Highness King Yong was kicked out of Xiangfang Yuan, the happiest person was Feng Jin.

Even if Long Jue tore his clothes as soon as he arrived at Jinye Pavilion, he pressed him on the bed with a rough movement, and Feng Jin was also in pain and happy after a violent storm.

Feng Jin's eyes were seductive and bright red, and the long black hair was slightly messy and scattered on the slender back, and with the movements, he gently trembled and showed a beautiful arc: "Lord, shouldn't you be in the princess's appreciation garden tonight, how can you ......?"

"Tonight, don't put that woman's name in front of the king." After Long Jue vented out, his mood improved slightly.

However, as soon as he heard the words 'Yan Qiyu', it made Long Jue think of how he was thrown out of Xiangfangyuan by that beautiful and arrogant woman!

Swallow, seven, feather!

Long Jue gritted his teeth, and his hands couldn't help but unconsciously exert force, and suddenly tightened.

Feng Jinxiaoman's waist hurt, and he exclaimed: "Lord Wang, you hurt Jin'er......"

Long Jue looked down, and saw the young man lying under him, the slender and thin white and delicate skin around his waist, was pinched out by his own hands A bright and ambiguous trace, and he couldn't help but have ink in his eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled.

A resurgence of sexual vibe.

Lifting the boy's waist, the danger approached.

Feng Jin bit his lip and let out a long moan, like pain, like pleasure: "The prince wants to ...... Heirs, there will always be a chance, this thing...... Can't rush ......."

"However, for now, the emperor ...... The birthday is coming, can the prince think about what kind of gift to give? ”

The handsome man in the ink-colored brocade robe lowered his head, his thin lips bit the young man's fair and graceful neck, and licked and said, "Don't worry, Jin'er is still more concentrated, this king has his own ideas." ”