Hanyue was pushed down in the carriage, and before she could scream, her lips were bitten by the other party.

All she could do was let out a series of whimperes.

Sikong Yanfei lowered her head and tore up the rest of her clothes.

The snow-white body as jade instantly reflected the inside of the carriage a lot brighter.

Hanyue was ashamed and afraid, and hugged herself desperately with both hands, and finally when he let go of her mouth, she gasped.

"You...... You're crazy......"

At this moment when she will be haunted by all kinds of rumors, this man dares to do such a thing to her, is he really not afraid of being ridiculed by the world because of this?

Sikong Yan looked at her body carefully, and her voice was hoarse, "Since I will come to save you, I don't care about this." ”

Han Yue choked and trembled.

He even said he didn't care! Not care!

She turned her head to the side, avoiding his gaze, suppressing a louder cry.

Sikong Yan pinched her jaw and forced her to turn her face back.

"If you want to cry, cry generously, you weren't such a hypocritical woman before."

Hanyue bit her lip tightly, tears rolled and rolled in her eyes, but she refused to fall.

Sikong Yanfei sighed, lowered his head and kissed her lips again, churning, as if he wanted to suck her whole body into his body.

Hanyue's brain gradually became chaotic.

"I didn't...... I really don't ......," she whimpered in the predatory kiss.

Sikong Yan didn't say a word, just bit her lightly with his teeth, sometimes pulling, making her exhale in pain.

"Stop, stop......" She couldn't resist reaching out to push his shoulder, but the outstretched hand fell on his face, and her weakness made the movement look more like a stroke.

Sikong Yanfei felt the itching on her cheeks, and her little hands were like feathers skimming the surface of his skin, bringing a strange shiver.

Supple.

That's the only word he can describe.

He seemed to feel that the woman under him had turned into a puddle of water, a cloud, changing shape at will under his control.

Sakura's lips opened slightly, and the corners of her slightly hung eyes were really charming, and the spring soul was chaotic.

He opened his mouth and exhaled a cloudy breath, pulling his clarity back a little.

It's so dangerous, he hasn't lost his mind like he has in all these years.

Looking down at the man in his arms, he let out a low roar and ripped open his robe.

Han Yue suddenly felt a chill on her body, and the person who pressed her just now was already sitting there.

Looking down, she couldn't help but blush.

"You...... You can't ......" even if it was a refusal, but her voice sounded annoyed, as if she was extending an invitation to him.

"It's really flattering." Sikong Yan smiled lowly, "It is only right for you to be my wife and warm my bed." ”

"But...... This matter is not good for you. She was reminding him that taking her body at this time would bring him endless trouble.

Sikong Yan leaned over and pressed over, his deep eyes even more profound, "I'll handle this matter, don't say much." ”

Half a couch is fragrant and soft, wishful thinking.

He never knew that he could make such an urgent move, and he didn't care about anything else, he just wanted to turn over and plunge into this boundless wind and moon.

But just as the city gate was about to break, Sikong Yan's body suddenly froze, he lowered his head, and met Han Yue's shy eyes in disbelief.

"Moon...... Still there? ”

Han Yue's face flushed, trembling in his arms.

Even if she is a human being in two lives, such a straightforward inquiry still makes her not know how to answer.

Sikong Yan's brows furrowed deeply.

Han Yue was the maid of the Marquis of Yichang before, and at that time, he had already regarded her as Qin Zhengjing's concubine, and then changed hands several times.

He never expected that she would still be perfect.

Just when Hanyue was stiff and didn't know what to do, Sikong Yanfei pulled away and left.

She looked at him in surprise, wondering why he had suddenly retreated.

"Month." Sikong Yan's low sigh came faintly, "By my side, don't go again." ”

Han Yue pursed her lips tightly and did not make a sound.

Sikong Yan took a deep breath, pulled her clothes, and wrapped her.

Han Yue was full of suspicion about his move, although she was grateful to him for coming to the rescue, but it did not mean that she was willing to become a woman in his back garden.

And presumably in his Hou Wanzhong, he has long since known how many women there are.

He is the emperor's uncle, but she is just a lowly woman.

They are not compatible, and they are not worthy of it!

The carriage swayed, even through the thin clothes, she could feel the heat of his body, his face still had a redness that had not yet dissipated, and the depths of his sharp starry eyes were a thick spring color that could not be dissolved.

But even so, he really didn't move her again, just held her in his arms, his chest rising and falling violently with his breathing.

Han Yue pillowed on his chest, and after a while, he actually fell asleep.

The carriage traveled for four days before approaching Qingcheng.

Hanyue has been left in the carriage by Sikong Yan, and she usually washes in the car, so she has been quite calm these days.

Even though the people who accompanied her outside had all kinds of speculations, they couldn't reach her ears.

Sikong Yanfei completely blocked the news outside, and the people around him would not chew their tongues.

Hanyue leaned comfortably on the couch, the sun shining in through the car window, and she lazily closed her eyes.

There was a rush of horses' hooves.

Han Yue opened her eyes and followed the prestige, only to see a guard riding a horse and saying, "Luo Yan, the prince of the country, is here." ”

Hanyue sat up straight with a "whoosh", but because the movement was too violent, she hit the arrow wound on her arm, and she gasped in pain.

"What's the hurry?" Sikong Yan's faint voice came from behind him, "Where is Luo Yan now?" ”

"We've reached the front mountain pass."

Sikong Yan glanced at Han Yue, "Change your clothes and freshen up." ”

In other words, this time she is also going to meet people.

Hanyue turned around to tidy up her appearance, but her heart was fluttering and beating, and the fingers holding the jade comb were faintly pale due to excessive force.

Sikong Yanfei glanced at her, didn't say anything, turned around and got out of the carriage first.

Han Yue lingered in the carriage for a while before settling down.

It turned out that according to her assumption, she would no longer have anyone to rely on in this life, and now there is an imperial uncle by her side to support her.

What are you afraid of!

Han Yue patted her cheek hard, making her complexion appear faintly red, and then she got out of the carriage generously and decently.

The carriage had stopped by this time, and all the entourage was on standby.

On the road not far away, smoke and dust rose from a horse, and dozens of men rode towards this side.

The first person is Luo Yan, the prince of the patriotic state.

Han Yue subconsciously took half a step back and hid in the shadow of Sikong Yanfei's body.

Sikong Yan turned his head to look at her, his deep starry eyes were like sharp knives, only slightly softer when they swept over her face.

But the softness was only fleeting, and soon, the coldness regained his eyes.

Luo Yan jumped off the horse and looked at Hanyue at first glance.