She resisted the man's chest with her bare hands, and the man's scorching body temperature ironed the woman's delicate body, she begged and struggled, "Fu Jingsheng, calm down, don't let impulsiveness ruin your past relationship with me!" ”

But no matter how she cried and roared, she couldn't shake the pity of the people on her body, "Ah Liang, you can only be mine, no one can take you away from me, even if the ghosts and gods open the way, I will definitely let them come and go." ”

The woman's soft and white skin, like a freshly peeled fresh lotus seed, is clear and moist, coveted, and the man does it in one go, peeking into the mystery and yearning of the winding path leading to the secluded place.

The starry night was long, and the ink-splashed sky covered the last trace of moonlight, and the diffuse darkness also paused all of Ruan Liangyuan's senses.

She looked at the dazzling red on the bed, forgetting how the man turned his hands into clouds and rain on her, and only remembered that when he was dying, he said, "Ah Liang, I'm sorry!" Forgive me! ”

Fu Jingsheng's pious apology, as if she was a stump that was not carefully broken off, was favored, and she was grateful to hope that he could take care of her.

When he looked at him apologetically, she only replied coldly, "Fu Jingsheng, I can't forgive you in this life!" ”

The intrusion of the maid Yingyue interrupted all the previous scarlet fragments, and Ruan Liangyuan looked at the woman who ran to her, gorgeous and charming, no worse than the Jiao'e in this colorful pavilion, "Miss, Fu Shizi is ......"

Hearing that Yingyue was looking for him again because of Fu Jingsheng, Ruan Liangyuan frowned unhappily, and his half-closed beautiful eyes unconsciously flashed with patience, "What's wrong with him?" ”

"When I saw Fu ...... on a cold night, he knelt in front of the ancestral hall of Shangshu Mansion."

"Ancestral Hall?" Yingyue nodded heavily, although I don't know when Ruan Liangyuan looked indifferent to Fu Jingsheng, but Yingyue was tight, she always thought that only a man like Fu Jingsheng who was upright and introverted was the most suitable for their young lady.

Therefore, she asked Han Ye to inquire clearly before she came to Ruan Liangyuan.

Seeing that Ruan Liangyuan was still indifferent, Yingyue was a little anxious, and her temperament on a cold night was as cold as his name, taciturn, and unkind.

Even he couldn't see today's events, "Miss, I heard that the prince knelt in front of the ancestral hall with the tablet of the eldest lady when he came back from Dali Temple, and saw that it was going to rain outside, so you weren't worried?" Yingyue knew that Ruan Liangyuan cared most about the eldest wife of Shangshufu, so she said seriously: "Today is the Cold Food Festival, and the eldest lady has been gone for five years. Now, the second wife is also in power, I am afraid that I will not agree to the eldest wife's tablet into the ancestral hall, the poor prince has to be beaten so often at this time of year, and in the end, not to mention the injury, the eldest wife's tablet is not from where to go back and forth. ”

Yingyue raised her eyes and looked at Ruan Liangyuan and waved her hand to let Jiao'e go out, and she hurriedly went to the shelf on the side to take off the thick robe and draped it on Ruan Liangyuan's body.

"If you don't say it, I'm about to forget, this second wife has been beautiful for too long, and she can't remember her identity anymore."

Listening to Ruan Liangyuan's words, Ying Yue breathed a long sigh of relief, thinking that Fu Jingsheng could suffer less pain.