On this day, it was thrilling and unpleasant, after the emperor and Concubine Xian left, King Yun's mansion was a dead silence.

This silence lasted until the evening.

Ning Juan and Li Huan both stayed in the room, one sitting on a chair by the window, and the other sitting on a chair by the wall opposite the window.

Li Huan would look up at Ning Juan from time to time, but Ning Juan always stared at her toes without raising her head.

During this period, for a whole afternoon, no one said a word.

There was a knock at the door.

After being silent for a while, Li Huan said, "Come in." ”

The voice was low and hoarse, as if he was sick.

The door was pushed open.

Qingluo came in with two bowls of mung bean porridge.

After saluting the two, he said, "Lord Wang, Niangniang, this is freshly boiled mung bean porridge, you can taste it, it's been an afternoon, let's pad your stomach." ”

Ning Wan hung his head and didn't say a word.

Ning Juan didn't need it, and Li Huan didn't persuade him, he waved his hand at Qingluo and motioned for Qingluo to go out.

But he didn't go.

She knew that if she wanted Li Huan to nod, she had to be Ning Huan who nodded first.

She whispered to Ning Wan, "Niangniang, Miss Bailu is beautiful today, with red lips and white teeth, like a fairy." According to Niangniang's instructions, the affairs of the house were not told to Miss Bailu and Mingming, and it was very good that the two of them were harmonious and beautiful. ”

There is such a big thing in King Yun's mansion, how can Qingluo know whether Bai Lu is beautiful or not, how can he know that Bai Lu and Wise are not beautiful.

Qingluo's words are obviously false.

can't bear it, Ning Juan will eat this set.

Bai Lu, what she cares about, even if something so big happens, she is still thinking about it.

She slowly raised her head and asked Qingluo, "Is she happy?" ”

Qingluo took two steps forward to Ning Wan and said, "Happy, Niangniang, Miss Bailu is very happy." They all said that Miss Bailu and Wise were a match made in heaven and would last a long time. ”

The corners of Ning Wan's stiff lips pulled out a quiet smile.

She muttered, "It's good to be happy, it's good to be happy......"

The word happy is not easy, as long as you are happy, it is the best.

Qingluo immediately brought the mung bean porridge to Ning Juan and said,

"Mother, drink some porridge. It's freshly boiled, and it smells so good. The prince likes mung bean porridge the most, so she might as well try it. ”

Ning Juan didn't want to drink porridge.

She didn't want to eat anything, she didn't want to drink anything.

In the past few hours, they don't know how many times they have sent food in, she doesn't want it, and Li Huan doesn't want it.

It doesn't matter if she doesn't eat, but Li Huan is still injured, and there is no reason to starve with her.

She stretched out her hand, took the mung bean porridge, and ate it in small bites.

Ning Juan used it, and Li Huan naturally had to accompany him.

The two of them took it slowly, and each used a bowl of porridge.

After using porridge, the two washed up and went to bed.

On the fragrant pear wood bed, the two of them were lying with their own thoughts, with light veils in between.

But falling asleep, Li Huan realized that something was wrong.

He felt as if he was on fire, and the more he turned over, the more he tossed and turned, the more uncomfortable he became.

Even deliberately, it became scorching.

He rolled over and got out of bed, and strode out of the house, trying to find cold water to suppress the sudden **.

But he found that the door of the house was dead.

Not only the doors, but also the windows, I don't know when, they were locked.

Li Huan stood by the door, banged on the door, and said, "Mingli, open the door." ”

After shouting for a long time, no one said anything at all.

Li Huan thought of the mung bean porridge brought in by Qingluo, and his eyebrows sank completely.

His hands were clenched into fists, and his body was pressed against the door.

At this time, she heard a soft groan escaping from between Ning Wan's lips and teeth.

The voice was so soft, so light that it didn't seem to exist.

But in such a quiet night, it is extraordinarily clear.

Li Huan forced himself not to listen to Ning Juan's voice, but the voice was straight into his ears one by one, and every sound was enough to make him feel excited.

The fire on his body was burning more and more.

Something in the body wants to erupt uncontrollably.

Li Huan gritted his teeth and forced himself to press the impulse.

He couldn't bear it.

Ning Xuan, even just a heavy breath could make him tense all over.

Li Huan kept kicking the door.

The sound of kicking the door became clearer and clearer, but no one paid attention to it, and gradually, Li Huan's strength seemed to be drained, and some blood-pumping pictures gradually appeared in his mind.

At this time, Ning Juan's breathing became heavier and heavier, and he escaped from time to time with a soft groan, one tone more forbearing, but one tone more restrained.

In the forbearance and restraint, it was full of discomfort.

Li Huan ran to the copper basin.

Luckily, there was a basin of water in it.

He wet his veil and walked towards the bed.

The light veil was opened, and Ning Wan's flushed little face suddenly broke into his eyes.

The eyes are closed, the breathing is sometimes light and sometimes shallow, the whole person is delicate and charming, and it is a moving between a woman and a woman.

Li Huan hurriedly opened his eyes.

He wiped his face with a handkerchief for Ning Juan, and said, "Siguan, wake up, Siguan ......"

Every time he shouted Siguan, Li Huan felt that his body was a little tighter.

His voice was clearly serious, but when he said it, it turned into a hoarse temptation.

He didn't dare to speak again, he didn't dare to speak again, he took the handkerchief, and wiped it a little anxiously and flustered.

Ning Juan let out a low groan, and her hands suddenly wrapped around Li Huan's arms.

It was just a simple touch, but Li Huan began to think uncontrollably.

Thinking about the softness of Ning Juan's body, his Adam's apple unconsciously rolled up and down.

The afterglow involuntarily fell on Ning Juan's face.

Ning Xuan's eyes opened, and he looked at him in a daze, and his eyes were full of him.

Bai Sensen's glutinous rice teeth bit on his vermilion lips, and the impact of red and white carried a different kind of temptation.

Li Huan's remaining consciousness told him that he had to withdraw, not to see, not to touch, not to think.

But his body couldn't help but tremble, as if he was frozen in place, unable to move.

Ning Juan seemed to be forbearing, her hands suddenly withdrew, and she grabbed the futon.

The flushed face also twisted to the side, forcing himself not to look at Li Huan.

In his mouth, there is nothing like nothing, with an emotional moan.

Li Huan shook his head, withdrew his hand with great difficulty, and clutched the handkerchief in his hand, which was no longer cold.

He wanted to close the light yarn.

As soon as his hand touched the light yarn, Ning Wan suddenly turned his head again.

He looked at him with thick eyes and pursed his thin lips.

Li Huan's hand holding the light yarn tugged at the ground.

The light yarn was torn and fell on Ning Wan's pillow.

His gaze fell on the jet-black and bright three thousand green silks.

Threads, entangled.

Every inch of Ning Juan's skin seemed to be making a silent invitation.

Li Huan stared at Ning Wan's chapped lips, and his Adam's apple rolled violently.

In Ning Xuan's unconscious soft groan.

His lips finally pressed towards Ning Wan's thin lips.