"I have been adopted by the old city lord since I was a child, and I will never betray him for this nurturing grace alone. Qingzhu, in fact, I ......"

"Green Bamboo Girl." Feng Yu appeared with the doctor, interrupting the second half of Huang Xiao's sentence.

Qingzhu was originally facing away from Huang Xiao, and was turned around by Feng Yu's shout, which happened to meet his eyes, the time was too fast, and the emotions in his eyes had not yet been cleaned up.

"I found an old doctor, you take him ......" The white-haired old man carrying the medicine box followed behind Feng Yu.

Hey, looking at the expressions of the two, it seems that he came at the wrong time, guilty of sin.

The old man stroked his beard and said, "Where is the patient?" ”

"Inside, you can come in with me." Qingzhu stepped forward and hugged the old man, without glancing at the phoenix.

"Hey, what else are you seeing?" Feng Yu touched the god with her elbow and teased, "Why, it's not happy that the strange brother came to interrupt you?" ”

Huang Xiao is a stuffy person since he was a child, it is not as good as Feng Yu's tongue trembling lotus, and he glanced at Feng Yu to return to his own world.

On the stage, the competition between Ji Qingyuan and Jiang Xian was in full swing, and off the stage, the guests were eager to try. At the twentieth plate of pastries, the two finally felt a little unbearable, and their stomachs began to swell, but they still patiently ate them in their mouths for the sake of the man.

Jiang Yanqi took advantage of the emptiness of the pastry to sneak a glance at Ji Qingyuan, she still ate with relish, and there was even one more empty plate than her. Is she really that good at eating? Or do you have a small appetite and don't know how to eat? She wondered about her odds.

Ji Qingyuan just likes to eat, the pastries in the palace are much more exquisite than outside, and as for her stomach, she is quite full, but her desire to eat is still relatively strong, and she can stuff a few more plates. She also glanced at Jiang Yan from time to time, and her expression changed a little, and she probably couldn't hold it anymore. She cheers herself up in her heart, steady, and can win.

On the twenty-seventh plate, Jiang Yanqi really couldn't stand the feeling of his stomach being stretched out, accompanied by a stuffy chest, as if food would come out of his throat at any time. But as long as she thought of Baili Lian, she closed her eyes and swallowed another piece of pastry.

"Gross." Jiang Yan covered his mouth, held the edge of the table with both hands, and twisted his eyebrows.

"Where's the Imperial Doctor, hurry up and announce the Imperial Doctor!" The queen suddenly stood up from her position, and was anxious.

"Doctor Xuan." Jiang An's expression was calm, and his voice was unhurried.

"It's finally over, and I said they had to get rid of all the pastries on the table."

"Looks like Mrs. Baili won."

"It's okay, it's embarrassing to lose."

"If you want me to say that the princess shouldn't agree, she will lose her wife and the soldier's deal."

"How? Does your stomach hurt? The victory and defeat have been divided, Baili Lian jumped on the stage to help Ji Qingyuan and said with concern.

She lost, completely lost.

Jiang Xianqi looked at his concern for Ji Qingyuan, and when he saw Ji Qingyuan's eyes, the gentleness was about to overflow, which was completely different from the superficial tenderness when facing her.

"I can hold on, you see, I won." Ji Qingyuan burped as she spoke, she tugged at his sleeve and wagged her tail like a puppy for praise.

"Yes, yes, you won me. I asked Qingzhu to call a doctor and go down to prescribe a side medicine for you. Walk. In public, he was inconvenient to touch her round belly, so he grabbed her shoulders and stepped off the stage.

Jiang Yanqi was supported by Shuyan and walked back to the royal seat. As soon as he came on stage, all his attention was on Ji Qingyuan and he didn't look at her, she thought that her tenderness and love were about the end. She never got a response.

"Father." Jiang Yanyu stopped the steps of the inner hall and said to Jiang An.

"Let the Imperial Doctor treat you first, and I'll talk about what you want later." He understood his daughter and roughly expected what she would say.

"Qi'er volunteered to go to a foreign tribe and make peace." Since she wanted to forget, she went far away and married someone else.

"I'll talk about this later, go on." She really made up her mind to go to a foreign tribe. It is a good way to stabilize foreign relations and be close to each other. The newly enthroned prince of the Le Wolf clan is said to be young and promising, and is regarded as the king of the steppe by the clansmen.

"I hope my father will think about it carefully."

Wei Junyi carried Liang Tianmo to the palace prepared for them, he put her on the bed, who knew that she held him and refused to let go.

"Liang Tianmo?" He patted her face, the flush on her pink cheeks was not normal, and people who didn't drink couldn't stand a little bit of alcohol.

"Wei Yiyi......" Liang Tianmo naturally leaned on his shoulder, and his voice was gentle and intoxicating.

Wei Yunyi pressed her right hand that touched his cheek and said in a deep voice, "What are you doing?" ”

She looked up in his arms and looked at his resolute chin. Somewhere she got the courage, she climbed on him and approached the thin pursed lips.

Sure enough, the strength of the wine came up, and my mind was blurry.

"Seduce me again?" Wei Junyi lowered her head slightly and bumped into Liang Tianmo's Jianshui autumn pupils, and the candlelight flickered in her eyes.

"Hmm." She snorted softly and wrapped her hands around his neck, "Seduce you." ”

He lifted her chin, the mellow smell of wine entering the air with her breathing, his fingertips rubbing against her tender white skin, "Seduce me, what are you going to do, huh?" ”

What to do to seduce him, what to do to seduce him? It's a mess in my head, and I can't figure it out.

"I don't know." She kissed him directly on the lips and touched him briefly.

Wei Junyi's eyes lit with small flames, and after she was drunk, she unexpectedly took the initiative, and the sultry innocence appeared on her face, which was particularly attractive. There have been too many chores these days, and the two have too little time together, and the last time I made out with her was interrupted, thinking about him as a normal young man, I panicked.

"I'll teach you." He pulled out her hair, and the green silk fell off, as smooth and soft as black brocade.

"Teach me what?" She was crushed under him and wrapped around the crook of his arm.

"Husband and wife affairs."

Wei Junyi's kiss is not gentle, with his unique aggression and forcible desire. He directly pried open her teeth and brutally plundered the air in her mouth. Liang Tianmo had a short period of ignorance, and finally chose to sink.

Her hands gripped the hem of his chest, trembling in the long kiss and slumping in his arms. For a moment, she fell in love with this unbridled entanglement, and in a trance she could feel his concern.

He looked up, and she was like a lily waiting to be released, waiting for him to pick it. He deliberately kept her by his side for something. If he could, he really wanted her to stay with him for the rest of his life, to hell. Even if he is the one who deserves to go to hell.

"Liang Tianmo, call me." Wei Yunyi's breathing gradually increased, and his cold face was dyed with lust.

"Wei Junyi." She obediently did as he was told.

"Call me Yi."

"Yi."

Nimble fingertips untied the ties around her waist and pulled down her shirt, which he had wanted to do long before she wore her clothes.

"Call me."

"Yi."

"Silence." He leaned down in front of her and whispered, a thin, lingering kiss from the center of his brow downward.

She was immersed in his scorching breath, brushing her ears and neck, the air around her sticky from the two of them, and he waved off the light, the sound of messy and ambiguous breathing echoing through the room.

"Hmm......" The next day, Liang Tianmo woke up slowly, his eyes sour. Why did she have a feeling of muscle ache all over her body, that feeling that she couldn't tell and vaguely knew what it was. The touch on her waist was clearly frightening, and the intimacy of her skin made her embarrassed.