Time stood still for a second, and Song Qinghui's eyes widened.

The snow season seems to be a little different from usual......

In her impression, Ji Zhangyin has always been gentle and considerate, rational and self-denying.

But now, she smells danger.

"Scaring you?" Seeing Song Qinghui motionless and stiff, Ji Fanxue was the first to laugh, swept away the haze and stubborn possessiveness, and returned to the usual gentleness.

“…… No. Song Qinghui's smile was a little far-fetched, and his voice was indescribably hoarse.

She sat completely on Ji Fuxue, and in order to maintain balance, she had to pinch the corner of his clothes.

Ji Turning Snow prefers to wear thin clothes, and through the light clothing, the place where the skin rubs seems to be as hot as a spark.

Song Qinghui suddenly remembered what she had seen and heard behind the rockery before, and a strange shame caged her heart, forcing her to hold her breath.

What's going on...... She just drugged Ji Chuan Xue, and it looked like she was cheating.

Although Ji Fuxue restrained her dangerous thoughts, her body did not let her go.

A soft, moist touch was attached to Song Qinghui's lips.

"Snow ploughing...... This is the ...... the palace" Song Qinghui hid back vaguely, and reason told her that this place was not suitable for presumptuousness.

Ji Fuxue's hand climbed up from behind her, dragging her back pillow and blocking her escape.

In a place where Song Qinghui couldn't see, the evil thoughts in Ji Fuxue's heart shouted wildly.

The instinctive desires in his heart corroded his hypocrisy, and the twisted and hidden desires had nowhere to vent in his broken body.

He wanted to brand everything about her under his own name.

Some crazy, unspeakable thoughts are like a flood and they become disasters in an instant.

But he was afraid. He learned from the camp just to get Song Qinghui and make her willing to be by his side.

His filth, his unbearability, his intrigues, his wickedness...... If Song Qinghui knew everything about him, he would be completely ruined.

No, it's not time to be exposed!

His heart sank suddenly, and he used all his strength to suppress his ulterior thoughts, and only dared to kiss her shallowly, with a pilgrimage heart, to kiss the god in his heart.

“…… Ah Hui, I just want to ask for a little reward, is that okay? ”

There was an imperceptible aggrieved in his voice, and even though he was in charge, he was still like a disadvantage, waiting for the other party's permission.

The cold plum fragrance on the other party's body mixed with the smell of the medicine shop made Song Qinghui slightly dizzy, and she instinctively wanted to refuse, but Ji Fuxue's demagogic methods were too clever.

His paranoia was like an illusion, and in Song Qinghui's opinion, there was a fog in his eyes, filled with some broken longing.

"Yes...... Just, not here. ”

Song Qinghui seemed to hear the sound of her defense line collapsing.

……

"Did you get the medicine?" Si Wei asked hurriedly.

The palace maid who ran errands shook her head: "My lord, Ji's palm is printed in the Imperial Medicine Workshop, and the people from the East Factory are at the door, and no one is allowed to enter." ”

Meng Changce's boots stomped on the ground, and his eagle-like eyes were cold, "He has suffered some skin injuries, so he needs to seal the imperial medicine workshop?" ”

The palace maid trembled and knelt down: "The slave doesn't know." ”

Meng Changce didn't care about her, and got up directly with a knife.

Unexpectedly, Yan Sujie was a woman, her backbone was quite hard, she had poison hidden in her teeth, and she wanted to bite open it and commit suicide, but she was caught by Meng Changce.

Yan Su didn't die, but bit him through the tiger's mouth.

Meng Changce wanted to send a palace maid to ask for some medicine to compress, but he was used to coming and going in the rain, and this little injury didn't matter.

Unexpectedly, Ji Fuxue, a gelding, couldn't get along with him again.

Meng Changce became inexplicably angry, he wanted to go and see what this bastard was doing.