Jiang Sleeve Zhu was a little uncomfortable stared at by Han Zai's deep and scorching gaze, she avoided his gaze and found a topic at random, "By the way, how did you guess that Concubine Lu Guifei would come to Qiuxin Palace tonight......"

But before he finished speaking, Han Jae suddenly took two strong steps, his eyelids drooped, and his long and dense eyelashes cast a crow shadow on his eyelids, and he didn't answer her question, he directly lowered his head and kissed it hard.

In order to send her back in time, he didn't have a good time in the study compartment of the Changjie Palace, and only scribbled to get close to her.

Now that the matter has been resolved, the long night is long, so it is natural to take it slowly, so as not to live up to it.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu has just experienced an accident, her heart is full of panic, her legs and feet are still soft, how can she be interested in serving the big Buddha in front of her, her eyebrows frowned, her hands pushed his chest hard, and her face was full of reluctance.

Han Jae was quite impatient with her, so he could only let go of her for the time being, but his eyes were full of lust and displeasure, scarlet, and he stared at her heavily.

"Jiang Sleeve Zhu, tonight's catastrophe has been avoided by the king, shouldn't you serve the king well now and do your duty?"

Jiang Sleeve Zhu heard the threat in Han Zai's words, and even though there were countless fears and grievances in his heart, he could only grit his teeth and suppress it stiffly.

She swallowed all her dissatisfaction, and when she raised her head again, there was only moist coquettishness in her eyes, she looked at him with water, and said softly, "It's that I don't know how to lift, which makes the prince disappointed." ”

Seeing her like this, Han Zai's sword eyebrows raised slightly, his two fingers picked up her delicate chin, and gently rubbed it, the dark light in his inky eyes flowed, as if he had something to say, but he hesitated for a long time, and finally said nothing.

The two looked at each other quietly, and finally Han Zai lowered his head first and bit the delicate lip of Jiang Sleeve Bead carefully.

The woman's lips are surprisingly soft, with a faint fragrance of roses, and she can't let go of it as soon as she gets it, just like the hibiscus recorded in ancient books, which makes people nostalgic and addictive.

The gang in Han Zai's heart became more and more vigorous, he couldn't help but clasp her waist and press her delicate figure hard against him, and the two were close to each other, leaving no gap.

The sandalwood is rising, the room is quiet, and only occasionally there is a candle bursting sound.

Han Zai kissed deeper and deeper, Jiang Sleeve Zhu couldn't bear it, but his waist was pinched, and he couldn't escape, so he could only raise his head back high, like an elegant crane singing loudly, and like an anchovy thirsty for water.

When both of them were drenched in sweat, Han Zai let go of Jiang Sleeve Beads, and he picked her up and walked to the red carved bed in the dormitory.

In the curtain, the goose-yellow dress was peeled off, and Han Jae fell a series of kisses from top to bottom, especially on the cinnabar mole that was as red as blood at the back of Jiang Sleeve Beads......

At this moment, he seemed to forget that a few days ago, Emperor Qingli, his uncle, had died in this bed.

When the sky was about to dawn, Han Zai was completely happy, and he needed to rush back to the Changjie Palace before dawn, so Jiang Sleeve Zhu could only drag his tired body and wait for him to freshen up and dress.

From combing men's hair in a bun to wearing a jade crown to changing clothes and boots, she did it extremely clumsily.

also saw with his own eyes how he went from a ruthless oppressive jackal to a high-ranking regent in Daqing.

"In the future, you will go to the Changjie Palace every other day." Before Han Zai left, he pinched Jiang Sleeve Zhu's waist and stared at her moist and red lips, which was non-negotiable.