Proud Concubine Difficult to Train: My Palace Comes from Modern Times

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The sound of breaking the fence shook the membranes harshly, and Eunuch An, who was guarding downstairs, turned pale with shock.

When she saw clearly that the person was actually the current emperor, she was suddenly startled!

He yelled loudly: "Come on, the emperor has been attacked, come and escort——

The general's wife has been kidnapped, chase after her——

Hurry up to the imperial physician, hurry up to the imperial physician—"

The piercing ups and downs of the piercing voice resounded in the night, making people panic.

Immediately, all the imperial guards guarding a hundred meters away heard the sound and came forward, and within a short while carried Su Gu Leng up to the pavilion.

At this time, Sugu was severely injured, the back of his head was bleeding from the white jade pot, and the palm on his chest almost knocked his internal organs out of place.

After half a cup of tea, Su Gu Leng had been bandaged up by the imperial doctor, and when he regained consciousness, his first reaction was to grab Eunuch An and ask sharply, "Where's Mrs. General?" Demonstrating the inviolable arrogance of His Holiness.

Eunuch An's face turned pale, he was no stranger to such eyes after serving for 12 years, and his body trembled like fallen leaves: "I report to the emperor, Yu Jinwei has sent people to track down, and now the general's wife has been taken away by someone, and her whereabouts are unknown."

Hearing this, he suddenly let go of his hand, and Sugu's cold and stone-like pupils shrank in shock, and the cold air hit his chest and instantly turned into a roar: "Get out, get out and search for people, I can't find the general's wife And the assassins, all come to see me."

The violent voice resounded through Yunxiao in Qingyun Pavilion, shaking people's fear.

The faces of Eunuch An and the Commander of the Imperial Guard were as pale as paper, and the emperor's brutal roar almost shattered their livers.

The fists under Minghuang's sleeves were clenched tightly, thinking of the 'red wine' she drank tonight, the emperor's ruthless black eyes were painfully tight, and regret and jealousy never felt before.

Who is that person?

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hot--

It's like a sea of ​​fire!

The body seems to be separating from the consciousness bit by bit, and the layers of dryness and heat in the body are like a beast, like a raging wave, like a torrent, making people lost and sinking.

Even though she knew that she was being hugged tightly in someone's arms at this time, the cold wind at night still pierced through her bones like a blade, unable to dispel the increasingly hot and dry body in her body at all.

"Mmm - it's so hot!" The woman in her arms murmured unyieldingly, Yousi's voice was charming and seductive, provoking his most sensitive fragility in the man's ears, making his body stiff like a stone, and his forehead even tighter. Layer after layer of cold sweat was secreted, and the whole body burst into hot sweat, almost soaking her and his clothes.

The man hugged her waist tightly, and his passionate eyes were full of reluctance, distressed and regretful, with mixed feelings in his heart, he leaned over and whispered in her ear: "I'm sorry!"

The scorching heat made Jun Ziyan unbearable from the irritating tickle, and the face of Ruoli was so red that it was almost bleeding, and he groaned a few times uneasily, telling himself with his feeble reason that at this time, he should not approach any man.

Stretching out his hand to push him away, struggling uneasily, Zhu Chi's lips parted slightly: "Let go, let me go." Quan's eyes were slightly opened, and the long eyelashes trembled slightly, sweating and struggling to open them. But she could only see a round and half crumbling cold moon, and the feeling of vainness was getting stronger and stronger, making her almost addicted.

His body was suddenly laid down on his back, and when he found that there was a cold bamboo couch under him, Jun Ziyan's body and mind froze. Come here, I beg you—"

Absolutely, save me, why don't you show up.

The heavy panting kept changing as she spit out, her eyes were pitch black, she couldn't see the outline of the room at all, she groped in panic, reached a corner, shrunk herself into a ball uneasily, and held her hands. Ting held her breath, her heart that was nearly burst by the dry flow, opened her mouth and bit the back of her hand, biting tightly, not letting herself make that shy voice, and she was unwilling to let go until the blood seeped into her nose.

Tears kept flowing from the tight eyelashes, where is her soul?

The sound of the belt getting wider resounded in the room, attacking Jun Ziyan like the sound of broken bamboo, which made her nervous. The next moment, her body with only a sliver of reason fled in panic, and her body fell heavily on the ground. Instead of waking her up, it was like thousands of ants gnawing at her sense organs, causing layers of numbness that couldn't be driven away.

The man's anxious voice entered the film, so familiar yet so strange.

He hugged her again on the bamboo floor, pressed her writhing and struggling body, and said something close to her ear.

However, she couldn't hear clearly, and only felt a humming sound, and when his hand touched his bare chest, the masculine breath swayed in her nostrils, making her despair, collapse, and finally turned into a sob: "Don't touch me, I won't let you touch me, I beg you, I beg—"

The man aggressively and eagerly attacked the city with his hard and powerful tongue, holding her tightly, sometimes pecking her in distress, sometimes aggressively, and sometimes kissing her with compassion and sincerity.

The arms tightly clamped her in his arms, as if only in this way, he and her would not be separated, and could truly be lingering and unswerving to death.

The thick hand was soothing on her slender back, and the kiss moved to her earring reluctantly, and the mellow voice whispered softly in her ear again, like the fragrance of fine wine, tempting to taste.

For some reason, Jun Ziyan gradually stopped resisting, as if accepting his fate, as if rejoicing, tears fell from the corners of his eyes, lingering with kisses, unable to extricate himself.

The skin is close to each other, as if encountering spring dew, you can taste the marrow!

Jun Ziyan frowned, clasped his shoulders with both hands, was almost breathless from the suffocating kiss, and groaned uneasily from the tight red lips, provoking the man's most fragile self-control, making his The breath became more and more chaotic.

The belts gradually widened and fell off one by one, the bodies of the two were burning like fire, as soon as they hugged each other tightly, it was like a wildly burning fire that was out of control and burning hotter and hotter.

When the belt is untied, the blue silk is like a waterfall of three thousand, the hair is entangled, and the limbs are entangled, like a knot that cannot be untied, destined to be unable to break free from the fate of this life!

When they were closely bonded, the two couldn't help suppressing their necks and humming, the tingling feeling surrounded them like a net, and the vines in their hearts were wildly entwined, if possible, they only wished to go to the end of time.

The gentleman said that the nail clippers entered the man's solid skin, and he felt that the vain feeling had been driven away by the real pain like waves. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he called out the name he had been thinking about all the time.

The man froze, hot tears poured out of his dry pupils, dripping down her blushing cheeks and slipping into her hair, the next moment he bent down to prove his existence was real with a suffocating and complicated kiss, a Calling her name, and her breath chaotic, addicted, ups and downs.

I hope that after this night, I can leave an imprint on her body that I can't erase in my life.

In the pitch-black room, you can’t see any outline of the furnishings. You can vaguely see through the cold light of the waning moon on the window panes. On the cold bamboo and wooden couch, there are multiple shadows, and the glass is dripping with sweat. Ups and downs in this tight bamboo house, never resting all night!

Outside the bamboo house, the green bamboo forest became mottled with broken bamboos. A man was kneeling on the ground. He clenched the blade tightly in his hand, tears fell to the soil, and his heart felt desolate.

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Power outage, stuck, Maruko burst into tears~~~~