Leader Lan Palace

Chapter 1982: No Compassion (37 More)
After more than half a year of intimacy, Wanxi's soul is about to fly, but she still can't help feeling a little shy.

The heartiness in her body was wrestling with the little shyness in her mind, making her feel like she was about to faint, but she was still able to hold on to her talk.

"...Master, be gentle. The walls are about to crumble, and the kang is about to collapse."

The emperor was concentrating on one thing, and the veins on his forehead twitched hearing her being so talkative.

It's just that he couldn't concentrate on speaking, so he freed up a hand and pinched her cheek as a small warning.

Wanxi bit her lip, and resisted for a while, like dying, but she still said, "...Slave, at least I just gave birth to Xiaoqi, so I am so energetic. I have everything, everything, fragments~ "

Wanxi, this little talker, seems to be politely refusing, but in fact, the effect on him is completely different—the more she mutters like this, the more he feels that she hasn't conquered her yet, and she still has her heart chattering. nagging; besides, these words also stimulated his desire to go.

Instead, he intensified.

He barely spared one ten-thousandth of his strength, and announced hoarsely in her ear, "...I'm going to break you to pieces!"

It's really vicious and murderous, like an emperor who is using soldiers to unify the world with martial arts.

But Wanxi was inexplicably distracted again, and there was a soft child's voice in her mind, singing loudly, "We are two, so affectionate! It's like taking a piece of clay, squeezing a you, and molding a me. Suddenly happy, break it all. Re-enter the water, reunite, refine, and reconcile. Knead another you, and then shape me. During that period, during that period, I also have you in my body, and you also have a body in your body. I……"

That book is "Wo Nong Ci" written by the wife of Yuan Dynasty calligrapher Zhao Mengfu.And Zhao Mengfu's calligraphy is still one of the emperor's favorites.Therefore, thinking of this poem at this moment seems to be a kind of destiny in the dark.

In the end, maybe it was because of the emperor's cruel words, or because of the thought of this poem, Wanxi not only failed to make the emperor calm down, but the fire in her heart became more and more intense.

The feet are not wearing socks, so they are very agile and comfortable.She intentionally wrapped her knees tightly around the emperor, and that little foot—but naughtily stretched it out, hooked it, and turned it again.

Immediately, the emperor's breathing became tight again, beads of sweat fell from the corner of his forehead and hit the corner of Wanxi's mouth.

The emperor lowered his eyes, and fierceness flashed in his eyes; Wanxi raised her eyes to look at him bravely, with the same brightness and firmness in her eyes, but there was also something more——that can never be erased, just as light as a begonia, and so thick Just the right soft language light red.

The eyes of the two collided, entangled and stirred.

The emperor suddenly clenched Wanxi's left and right waists——

Wanxi suddenly lost her soul, and her whole body soared into the sky.

There is only an inexplicable question in my mind: Isn't this winter, isn't this just snowed?Why do I feel that nine little suns are rising up in my body?

Are those the nine sons of the Emperor of Heaven on the hibiscus tree?It must be supported by the golden crow, so that the east can rise and the west can fall, so that the sky and the earth can clearly distinguish day and night?

The scorching gurgling stream - completely makes the winter cold far away.
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The world is spring.

The queen went back to the palace, and Concubine Xin became the ruler of the queen's palace again.Even if Lin Guiren is still present at this moment, she can completely control it in the palm of her hand.So at this moment, she can relax a bit.

Le Rong came to report, "Yu Rui is here."

(End of this chapter)