Yuehua exclaimed, struggling more and more panicked: "Don't! ”

The delicate porcelain light exposed on her chest made Mo Guhan's eyes even hotter, and there seemed to be a fierce tiger roaring and galloping in his body, revealing his primitive, bloodthirsty nature, and he couldn't wait to devour the people under him in an instant.

He lowered his head, his hot lips pressed against Yuehua's delicate collarbone, all the way down.

Yuehua was like a pinned water snake, her weak and boneless body writhed in a panic under Mo Guhan's control, stretching out her arm to push his burly and solid shoulders hard.

It's just a no-brainer.

She was already ready to dedicate herself to Mo Guhan, and she had secretly longed for the lingering and warmth in it, but she never thought it would be in such a rough way.

Mo Guhan impatiently clamped her wrist on the top of his head, and Yuehua's struggle and resistance caused the pain in his eyes to surge violently, raging wildly and roughly, like a hurricane swept by.

The sound cracked, like a broken string.

A burning red candle struggled unwillingly twice, and finally annihilated in the wind brought by the lifting and falling of the clothes, rolling down a string of hot tears, leaving a wisp of green smoke.

The room suddenly darkened, and only a candle shadow was left outside, and through the light gauze curtain, a trace of warmth was cast.

The sound of firecrackers outside the window, and the fireworks still explode in the sky above the Forbidden City, retaining the last splendor and prosperity of last year.

Yuehua snorted in pain, and immediately bit her lower lip tightly, her whole body stiffened, and she trembled in pain, like a dead leaf in the cold wind.

The man who had lost his mind violently immediately stopped, tensed up, propped up his arms, and two hoarse words escaped from his throat: "Does it hurt?" ”

Facing the people who withered like falling flowers in the rain, Mo Guhan finally lowered his posture and softened his voice in distress.

Yuehua only turned her face away, biting her lip and stubbornly not speaking, and the tears of grievance slid down her smooth and pale face and fell on the brocade mattress, which was cold.

The two of them maintained that posture for a moment. The candlelight that sneaked in gave Mo Guhan's perfect silhouette a soft halo.

The hard forbearance caused a layer of fine hot sweat to appear on Mo Guhan's forehead, and then it gathered and flowed down his sideburns, and the Adam's apple slid twice with difficulty, and then the beads of sweat fell on Yuehua's snow-white skin, merging with her dripping sweat.

Yuehua finally couldn't help but choke, and in the warm pavilion that was silent in an instant, slowly rippling with grievances.

In the hazy light, her body trembled.

Mo Guhan had to grit the root of his teeth, desperately trying to endure the throbbing and surging that she had unintentionally brought to him. Leaning down gently, he pressed his hot lips on her face, gently sucking her salty tears, a little clumsy.

Yuehua twisted her face further in, and Mo Guhan's lips slid all the way down, and then pressed against her ears, which had already begun to burn. The hot breath, mixed with the intoxicating wine, penetrated into her ears domineeringly, with a seductive temptation, which made Yuehua's body tremble.

"Yuehua."

Mo Guhan whispered her name, and in a low and dark voice, there were thousands of lingering feelings, fermented with the aroma of wine.

"You've been my man all your life."

The tip of his tongue reached into her ear, and he rushed to the left and right greedily, aimlessly.

Yuehua's mouth overflowed with an unbearable majestic sound, like the strings of the Ling Ling being picked up by the fingers, with an intoxicating trill, like the raindrops on the eaves falling on the water under the corridor, rippling in an instant.

She pursed her red lips, but her breathing became rapid, her chest rose and fell like a tide, and she was only a little thin distance from Mo Guhan's heart, and the heartbeats of the two even mixed together, making a resonant beat.

The tip of Mo Guhan's tongue was lightly picked, and she had already wrapped her delicate earlobes into her lips and tongue, gently nibbling them.

A bunch of fireworks rose into the air in an instant, without the splendor of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, leaving her with a dazzling dazzle.

Her water snake-like waist bowed softly, blooming like fireworks, rising higher and higher.

Mo Guhan's eyes tightened, he sank down, and instantly swept up the stormy waves, punitively attacking the city.

A prosperous city, half a pond of smoke and sand, instantly annihilated in the heavy wind and rain, flowers fall everywhere.

On the morning of the second day, Yuehua was woken up by Mama Qin's joyful voice.

She slowly opened her eyes, closed them again, and tilted her head lazily.

There was no trace of the man beside him, only the residual warmth of his body and the slightest hint of alcohol remained. She was later completely unconscious in Mo Guhan's arms, and she didn't know when he left.

"Queen Mother, the old slave has congratulated you." Mama Qin greeted Yuehua with joy.

Hi Dao?

Yuehua only felt that it was irony, her eyelashes fluttered, looking at the peony embroidery on the brocade quilt, her heart was full of disgust for herself.

She couldn't help but think of the man's tireless, endlessly demanding, embarrassingly closing his eyes again.

What made her ashamed and embarrassed was that she was so unassuming, succumbing to his domineering gentleness, instantly throwing away her armor, abandoning her last stubborn reserve, and completely sinking.

She heard Mo Guhan say in a hoarse voice full of temptation in her ear, "I like your body more than your people. ”

She wanted to refuse, wanted to resist, but she had already slumped into a puddle of mud, deeply embedded in the nails of Mo Guhan's back, and the intermittent soft moaning was desperately shouting, declaring her need for Mo Guhan.

Mo Guhan called her name over and over again, and every crazy request was a punishment for her stubbornness.

She lost.

"Queen Mother, the time to worship ancestors is almost over."

Mama Qin reminded in a low voice.

Yuehua's sluggish brain just began to work. On the first day of today's new year, Mo Guhan still has to get up early, go to the ancestral hall to worship his ancestors, and then return to the court to accept the congratulations of the ministers in the Taihe Palace, and then return to the Qianqing Palace. According to the regulations, Yuehua should lead the concubines in the palace to greet Mo Guhan for the New Year.

Yuehua looked at the white sky outside the window, and finally asked out loud, "What time is it?" ”

As soon as she opened her mouth, she couldn't help but be startled, and her laziness was mixed with a thick sweetness that could not be dissolved.

"At the end of Chen, someone from the palace has come to deliver a message, saying that the emperor's court meeting is about to end. I'm afraid I'm going to go back to the palace soon. ”

Yuehua was taken aback and quickly got up, only to feel as if her whole body had been crushed, and she was sore everywhere. She couldn't help but moan softly and frowned.

Mama Wei looked at her distressedly, holding a stack of palace clothes embroidered with red gold and silver thread in her hand: "Come back in a while, just take a bath, Niangniang bear with it for the time being." ”

"Why didn't you call this palace earlier?"

Yuehua was a little annoyed, at the beginning of the year today, if the hour was delayed, wouldn't it become a joke?

Mama Qin said in a low voice: "It was the emperor who explained that when the time comes, he will order someone to come over to inform you and not let us disturb your rest." ”

Yuehua's face turned red, she didn't dare to delay any longer, gritted her teeth and endured the discomfort, got up to clean up and wash, and the palace people surrounded her, tidying up her skirt with her hands and feet, and dressing up.

Mama Qin's hands were very skillful, and the fat powder was lightly blended, so as to cover the haggard color on her face, she outlined it with a pen, skillfully dotted her lips, and without fine dressing, Yuehua became radiant again.

She covered the beautiful spring color around her neck with a vertical collar cloak, and went out in a panic, waiting for a shoulder outside the palace, and was supported by Xiangshen to sit up, the little eunuch walked like flying, and arrived at the Qianqing Palace before Mo Gu Han returned to the palace.

Concubine Ling, Concubine Ya, Concubine Crane and others have been dressed and waited for a long time. At this time, the humid fog of the harsh winter morning has not yet dissipated, and the air still carries the smell of moist earth. Several charming ladies are slim and slim in the thin mist like practice, like a fairy in Yaochi.

Today, year after year, everyone has spent a great deal of effort to dress up, festive but not gaudy, charming but not enchanting, eyebrows and eyes flying, meticulously crafted, bound to compete for beauty, compare the people around them.

Even Lan Ting, today, obviously glows with a different and refined atmosphere, wearing a tender green tunic palace dress, embroidered with two vivid larks on the skirt, and a fox fur piping silver ratskin cloak, delicate and pretty, like a bright spring onion.

Yuehua's shoulders rushed all the way over, and the four of them stopped talking, and they all turned their faces to stare at it, their eyes a little weird.

She lifted her collar unnaturally, and with the support of Xiang Shen, she slowly stepped off the sedan chair, only to feel that her feet were floating and her legs trembled involuntarily.

The four of them stepped forward to salute, Yuehua cleared her throat, and raised her arm with sourness: "Get up, don't be polite." ”

Concubine Ling had already stood up, with a sneer on the corner of her lips: "Why is the queen so calm today, just come at this hour?" ”

Yuehua saw that she was about to start a battle when she met, raised her chin slightly, and looked in the direction of the Forbidden Heavenly Street: "What's the matter, is it late?" Or has the emperor returned to the Qianqing Palace? ”

"According to the time of the day, the emperor should have returned to the palace a long time ago. The queen mother is really good at pinching a little. ”

Yuehua paced forward and walked to the front position, as if she didn't care about Concubine Ling's tone of not being yin or yang: "Today is different from the previous court meeting, not only the vassal country to which it belongs will come to the Hajj to see, but I heard that the envoys left in Chang'an in Xiliang will also worship our emperor today, in order to show the meaning of submission, and the court affairs are naturally cumbersome." The palace thought that Concubine Ling had served the emperor the longest time, so she should not say such ignorant words. ”

Concubine Ling didn't get a bargain when she got up early in the morning, especially the position where Yuehua was standing, which was the place where she led the concubines to greet Mo Guhan in previous years, and it was also the most eye-catching, and she became more and more jealous: "The concubine just doesn't dare to be pampered and arrogant, so she waits here early." ”

The implication of this is that Yuehua is pampered and proud today.

Concubine Ya tugged at Concubine Ling's sleeve and muttered in a low voice: "Today, the queen mother has inherited her grace for the first time, and she is naturally a little tired. ”

It wasn't loud, but it was enough for several people to hear it clearly.

Yuehua turned her head suddenly, staring at Ya Concubine, with a sneer on the corner of her lips: "This palace is really curious, who did Ya Concubine Niangniang listen to?" Could it be that in the Qingqiu Palace of this palace, there are still the eyes and ears of the concubine? ”