But Jiang Huaiyang is a person who survives in an ordinary place.

There are countless people who want to calculate him, and there are also people who want to please him, and they have sent sharp blades to him, and they have also sent beautiful women. This gave him a lot of knowledge, so that he only had to touch it a little to know what was in the cup.

There is good wine, but there is also an excessive amount of "coquettish trembling".

This substance is very strong, and I don't know how much this little lady asked the maid to put in it, and even the color of the wine is slightly different from the cup in her hand.

But she was really wronged in this matter, and the reason why the color changed was because Mu Xiang had never done this, and her heart was nervous, and she shook her hand and put it too much. She didn't know much about it, so she sent it.

Jiang Huaiyang stared at the glass of wine in his hand, his eyes draining all his emotions.

It's not that he didn't want to expel the ridiculous dream, but he found that the best tranquilizer was the little lady called Ling Ling in the dream.

He also tried to avoid her, thinking that he would use her to cure this strange dream, so he drove people away, and sent them away with some gold and silver jewelry, but he found that what this little lady really needed was not glory and wealth at all.

He had to admit that the first sight he saw her under the banyan tree—perhaps sooner—had a desire for her, and he could not get rid of it, nor could he cool it.

He let her get close to him again and again, and let this desire burn more and more like the uncontrollable fire in his dream, and the result was that neither of them could escape.

He came out of hell alone, his hands covered in blood. But there is such a beautiful lady in his dream, her hand is to hold the fat powder gold hairpin, which is used to serve flowers and plants in her spare time.

She thought she had a good way of seducing people, but every time she got a little closer to him, she couldn't help but blush the tips of her ears. She seemed so innocent and beautiful, as if she was not at all the same person with him, but this made him almost unable to hold back his desire to ravage her and make her cry several times.

If you really can't suppress it-

Jiang Huaiyang took the obstructive cup in her hand and put it on the side of the case, just like in a dream.

If you really can't suppress it, just indulge it.

Anyway, that's what she's always hoped for, isn't it? Left and right, but give her a place. In this way, he didn't have to pinch the hour to come to this temple every time he wanted to see her.

His eyes were as dark as a deep spring, as if he were about to take her in, "Didn't you cry cold?" And he drank the wine. ”

Ruan Yuyi's body trembled, knowing that he had found out, but she hesitated and didn't dare to take the wine.

She thought about it, but Jiang Huaiyang didn't urge her, as if he was patiently stretching out his hand. After a while, she took the wine, and the temperature of the wine came from the palm of her hand, and it kept penetrating all over her body, and she felt warm all over her body.

She lifted her chin slightly, and the wine flowed into her mouth. The spicy smell filled her mouth, and the wine moved in her throat, and she swallowed the wine, as if it was about to cut her throat.

She choked and coughed sideways, her eyes watering with tears.

But despite this, there was still a bottom left in that cup. Jiang Huaiyang's eyes were gloomy, he took the porcelain cup in her hand, took it into her mouth, pinched her chin, and poured the wine into it.

Her hand was against his chest, but she subconsciously refused, as if she remembered something, lost her strength, and let him move.

After a while, Jiang Huaiyang let go of her and chuckled, "Since you promised to drink, how can you have left." ”

She gasped slightly, her lips opened slightly, and her lips were wet and red, like a ripe fruit, inviting the audience to pick the hair.

I don't know if it was because of the wine or the kiss just now, she suddenly felt that her body was hot and uneasy, and she completely kicked off the futon, and even the clothes on her body felt that it was in the way.

Nguyen Yuyi's hand rested lightly on the buckle. Jiang Huaiyang was accustomed to dark clothes, and now compared with her hands, her hands were lined with more white, and even her fingertips were glowing with a pitiful pale pink.

Her hand grasping the coat gradually tightened, and her mind seemed to be blank, and she could barely think.

She only knew that the man in front of her could ask for help. She took a few steps on her knees on the bed, and climbed up to his broad shoulder, "Your Highness—" Her tail note was dragged out for a long time, trembling slightly.

If I asked her to go down again, her lips opened and closed several times, and she couldn't say anything.

Although he didn't drink much wine, he also felt the medicinal properties slightly, and he could know that the little lady was very uncomfortable at this time. Even though the medicine was almost non-existent, he wasn't much better.

Listening to her begging himself like this, he thought that he had never been a decent gentleman, not to mention that he didn't intend to ask for her body in vain. Thinking so, he grabbed her waist.

There were no curtains in the wing rooms of the temple, but he knew that the little lady's maid would not let others in.

Mu Xiang was indeed guarding the door, but he was also a little worried when he heard the movement inside. She knew that after the matter was completed, the prince would help the young lady.

But Miss has always been squeamish, she can't eat spicy and can't touch the bitterness, and if she touches it a little, she will be blue on her body.

She kept looking back at the closed door, glance after look.

I don't know how long it took for the movement inside to gradually stop, and Ruan Yuyi's crying became weaker.

Wen Pheasant, who was also guarding outside the wing, looked at Mu Xiang with apologies in his eyes, "There is no one else here, there is only one girl and one woman at the moment, why don't you trouble the girl to fetch some warm water?" ”

Mu Xiang suddenly went to prepare warm water, wringed out the towel and hung it on the edge of the basin, lowered his eyebrows and pushed the door in.

She didn't dare to look up, and only put the warm water on the side of the table. Suddenly, Jiang Huaiyang's voice came from above his head, "Take care of your young lady." ”

She hurriedly bowed down, raised her eyelids slightly, and found that Shizi was already wearing boots, and she thought that she was already fully dressed.

After Jiang Huaiyang went out of the room, Mu Xiang picked up a towel to wipe Ruan Yuyi's body.

She was sore and unbearable, and she couldn't tell whether the effect of the medicine had disappeared, she was so tired that she was drowsy, and she was still awake when she touched the cold towel on her body.

Because her hair was still wet, her quilt was also wet. With her hair so wet, she will have a headache in the future, so Mu Xiang took a dry towel and wrenched her long hair first.

On the other side, the clothes were almost dry, so they waited for her to change them. Ruan Yuyi could barely stand on her feet, and it took a lot of effort to change her clothes and pull her hair.

Mu Xiang lifted the quilt and saw that there was a mess on it, and he was even more worried, not knowing what to do.

But in fact, there was no need for her to worry, Wen Pheasant went to borrow the maid from the concubine, and ordered the maid to wash the quilt and the like.

When Ruan Yuyi finished briefly freshening up and walked out of the wing room with Mu Xiang's hand, she found Jiang Huaiyang sitting at the stone table not far away, and when she came out, she also raised her eyes.

(End of chapter)