The emperor's favorite gentleman is enchanting

Chapter 56
Thinking about it, Rong Qiannian smiled even more.

Xiao Chen just took her hand, put it on his lips, and kissed lightly: "Fool, I will fight in this world." Brushing her face, his fingertips slowly fell on her lips, "And you, keep I'll be fine."

In a word, the earth is not old, the sky is not barren, but she, as if forever, in the eyes, his appearance, drunk her, and in the dizziness, she read a sentence: "I'm done."

After finishing speaking, he bowed his head and sucked his lips, which was cool.

His slightly light blue eyes slowly closed, his eyelashes hit her eyelids, his lips and teeth were lingering with her, and hissing with her without skill.Under the window paper, the moonlight is in her arms, and she is in his arms.

This night, the dawn breaks on the lips.

The lingering panting gradually melted into the night, warmed up a little, and then slowly fell again. He opened his ink-stained eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "What's wrong?"

Her cheeks were flushed, she saw his appearance in her eyes, he looked as good-looking as drunk, and said in her mouth: "Shang Rong."

She was dazed, the name slipped out unintentionally.

Suddenly, his splashed ink eyes froze, and his tenderness faded away. With a cold face, he leaned over and bit her lip.

Rong Qiannian gasped, her face wrinkled in pain.

After all, Xiao Chan was reluctant to part with it, lightly licked the place where she had bitten, and put his lips on the corner of her mouth: "Eleven, don't think about others, I don't like it."

The voice was muffled, with uncertain cautiousness, slightly childish stubbornness, a little depressed, um, a little sour.

Oh, Rong Qian was enlightened and smiled: "I like it."

Who said that a woman is only cute when she is jealous, is there any cuter man in my family?Rong Qiannian was elated after such a comparison.

"You like Shangrong?" Leaning over, he took another bite, "Huh?"

The last word has a high-pitched ending, and it turns a thousand times, bewitching and seductive.

Rong Qiannian was in a daze, and never thought: "I just like you." After thinking about it, he continued to explain, "I just suddenly felt that he resembles you."

"Where is it like?"

Xiao Chen was very close to her, his hot breath sprayed on her neck, itching, he wanted to scratch, but he couldn't bear to move, his expression was very blank, and he replied: "Eyes." At the end, he added, "There is still breath. "

Xiao Chan was silent, thoughtful, with deep blue shadows in his eyes.

Rong Qiannian held her breath and was silent for a long time, the tip of her nose was Xiao Shan's breath, a little sour and hot.

Well, the man seems to be angry.

Rong Qiannian was very obedient, reached out to hug him, raised her head and said firmly: "Even if his eyes are like yours, and his breath is like yours, I only like you." He raised his hand and stretched out three fingers, "I swear."

Xiao Chen stared at her, her heart trembled, and she quickly added a finger.

Suddenly, Xiao Chen chuckled, grabbed her hand, and said in a soft voice, "I believe in you."

Rong Qiannian smiled like a sneaky cat, hugging Xiao Chen, rubbing against her.

For a long time, in my ear, his breath was very light, and his voice was uniquely gentle, he said: "In this world, I have never believed anyone, but if you tell me, I will believe it."

Inexplicably, she felt that her eyes were a little sore, she leaned over and kissed Xiao Shan's face, and then her eyes fell on her lips.

Suddenly there was a voice that repeated in Rong Qiannian's heart repeatedly: Even if I lied to the world, I would not be willing to lie to you.

In a blink of an eye, a few days have passed, and the Kyoto Prosperous Hundred Flowers Festival is ushered in.

The feast of hundreds of flowers, outside the gate of the palace, the beauties of Xiangche, it really is a day to compete with each other.

"Ah Choo!" Rong Qiannian rubbed her nose, looked at the beauty and shook her head, what a thick layer of makeup was needed.

Bored, Rong Qiannian kicked the stones under her feet, Wen's Chunchun reminded her by her left ear: "Nianhua, I have written down everything my mother told you."

Rong Qiannian picked out her ears and poked the marshal's stomach: women are long-winded, we've said it all.

"Mother, don't worry, I know how to measure." Rong Nianhua wore a wide-sleeved floor-length woven skirt today, a light purple color, long hair half up, and luxurious makeup.

Wen nodded in satisfaction, and turned to look at Rong Jinxiu: "Jinxiu, mother will go to worship with your father later, so I can't go there with you, follow your sister, don't cause any trouble. In the past, I I'm used to you, when you enter this palace gate, you'd better restrain your temper, your father is a prime minister, you have to weigh your own status before doing anything."

Rong Jinxiu's pretty face sank, she curled her lips and complained: "Mother will scold me, I'm so sick of hearing it."

"Nonsense, don't think about the ridiculous things you did before."

Speaking of the grand banquet in the palace that day, Rong Jinxiu immediately became angry, and stared at Rong Qiannian: "Then how can I blame it, it's not her."

Damn, you can get shot while lying down.

Rong Qiannian rolled his eyes, and the Marshal in his arms rolled his eyes too, raised his head and sighed heavily: "Hey!" Grinning, giggling, "everything wrong is Xiao Jiu's fault."

Those nimble eyes like a fox shone brightly, and he smiled so triumphantly, there was no sense of admitting his mistake.

"You still have face?"

Rong Jinxiu was so angry that her small face trembled, her face trembled wildly, Rong Qiannian felt her nose itching even more, and she backed away again and again.

Wen's eyes narrowed, and he reprimanded softly: "Okay, outside this palace gate, don't be seen as a joke." Looking back at Rong Qiannian, she said with grace and generosity, "I don't care about the past for now. , don't forget, your surname is Rong after all, I don't tell you the reason why you should be honored, you can understand what to do, you should carefully consider what to do, if your sister enters the East Palace, naturally she won't treat her sister badly."

What is it called?Slapping a sweet date?
Wife, when I slap someone, you still don't know how to eat sweet dates.

Rong Qiannian hugged the marshal, looked up, and listened attentively: "The words are so familiar." She lowered her eyes as if thinking deeply, and suddenly realized, "Oh, Erniang also said it last night."

What is it called?Misfortune is diverted from the east.

I am afraid that the world will not be chaotic, this guy is the happiest.The fisherman benefits, and this guy is the best.

Sure enough, Wen's complexion changed drastically, and his eyes flew to the west side of the palace gate: "Good job, Lin Wanhua."

Lin Shi turned a deaf ear to her half-close or not. She was dressed in a plain white dress, her black hair was scattered on her shoulders, and she had no makeup. She was so beautiful that she was alone in the world.

Rong Qiannian looked at herself, depressed, she was all dressed in white, why did she look like a fairy when she was born, but she looked like a quack.

"Fantasy, you haven't been out of the mansion for many years, so you just take advantage of this Hundred Flowers Festival to perform well."

The woman's voice was elegant and traceless: "But you want me to fight for the position of Concubine Liang?"

"Prosperity, mother knows, if you want it, there must be a seat for you in the East Palace."

Rong Fuhua raised her head, the palace gate reflected in her black eyes was dim, she smiled erratically, for a long time, and whispered: "But, mother, I don't want that seat."

(End of this chapter)