Ghost eye mad concubine is too hot

Chapter 159 The Grand Finale (8)
Even though she was moving her chopsticks, she didn't see her mouth moving. According to visual inspection, from just now to now, she has only one movement, and that is: swallow.Even the chewing process was omitted, which shows how hard she bit it just now.Most of them lost a piece of flesh and bled a lot, um...[-]% are also swollen.

What a stubborn woman...

There was an inexplicable anger in my heart, which turned into helplessness, and soon turned into tenderness.

He really couldn't do anything about her.

It was in the past, it is now, and it will probably be in the future.

Thinking like this, Murong Heng suddenly stretched out his hand to hook her slender neck, parted her thin lips and kissed her, and at the same time took a sip of wine into her mouth.

He only felt a slightly pungent heat flow and the aroma of grapes slipping between his lips and teeth, Huo Ruge almost subconsciously swallowed the liquid full of fragrant air into his stomach, and only then did he notice the person who suddenly approached him.

"Alcohol can be painful." Murong Heng let go of his lips, licked away the deep purple wine overflowing from the corner of her lips with the tip of his tongue, and smiled all over the country.

He spoke implicitly, and laughed indulgently, combining the two into one word, that is: cheap.

She has always known his shamelessness and perversion, and now she has finally discovered a new skill in him.Thinking about it, she feels very proud. Her man must not be too boring, otherwise she won't be able to please her. Then how will she live in the future.

This meal was a battle of wits and courage, full of taste, after drinking a pot of wine, Huo Ruge was already a little tipsy, but Murong Heng's expression was still clear, he didn't look like he had drunk at all.

Looking at the woman beside her with disordered eyes and a little crimson complexion, Murong Heng couldn't help but slander secretly.

It is only at this time that she is not so sharp-edged and looks like a woman.

"Murong Heng, have you ever flown a kite in winter?" Just when his sight became a little vain because of her, her voice suddenly reminded her, whether it was intentional or unintentional, or maybe it was the psychedelic effect caused by alcohol, Her tone floated softly in his cochlea, like the catkins floating across the streets and alleys in spring, and also like sweet rice flower honey.

"Do you want to fly a kite?" Instead of answering her question, he asked a rhetorical question, and Murong Heng held her in his arms.Perhaps because of drinking, her body was a little hot, like a small stove, and it was just right to hug her to keep warm in this winter.

Nodding slowly, Huo Ruge frowned, wrapped his hands around his neck, and hung the weight of his entire upper body on him, as if he was playing tricks, but also as if he was hugging him hard.

Her capacity for alcohol is not bad, and she is not too bad to start talking nonsense and smelling of alcohol after only a few drinks.It's just that she really needs an opportunity, a chance to put aside all her dignity and sharpness in front of Murong Heng.

Only by holding him like this now, can she truly feel his reality, his body temperature, everything about him.

They are obviously so close, so close that they can hear each other's heartbeat clearly, but for them, this is not enough, not enough at all.He wants to give her more, and she wants to give him more.

Silence spread in the room gradually filled with winter sunlight, it was not until a long time later that Huo Ruge let go of the arms tightly wrapped around Murong Heng's body.

"The weather is so good, wouldn't it be a waste of such good sunshine and air if you don't go out..." She paused, then reached out and patted his face, "A man should have a masculine air. Not feminine, but the skin tone is indeed a bit lighter."

Hearing this, Murong Heng was not annoyed at all, he just rubbed the tip of his nose lightly on the bridge of her nose twice, then held her hand and stood up, said with a smile: "Let's go out to bask in the sun."

Before he could finish his sentence, a quick dry cough came from outside the door. It sounded like someone choked on it. There was no sense of disobedience, and everything was harmonious.

Pushing open the door, Zhan Feng, whom he hadn't seen for a long time due to recuperation, stood there. The stiffness on his face had just faded away, and there was still some unnaturalness left.

Seeing his master and his master suddenly appearing in front of him, he was startled for a moment, then he wanted to salute, but was stopped by Murong Heng.

"Today, the king will go out to bask in the sun with the princess, and I will leave all the big and small matters in the house to you."

Basking in the sun?Did he hear correctly...

Jianfeng frowned slightly, Zhanfeng was confused.Subconsciously looking towards the slightly harsh sunlight in the courtyard, he was in a mess.Could it be that the sunshine outside is different from that in the mansion?Is it more dazzling and eye-catching?
Even though he was puzzled in his heart, Zhanfeng still took his orders in a calm voice, and finally watched the backs of the two people to the corner of the corridor, then closed his eyes and looked up at the sky.

The master's mind seems to be more difficult to guess than before.

Even though the air was permeated with a bone-chilling coldness, Murong Heng and Huo Ruge held hands from beginning to end.Walking on the wide streets of the capital, they looked like a couple, a perfect couple.

Perhaps because of the close of the new year, the locust trees along the street were wrapped with bright red silk cloth by the guards on duty. The silk cloth fluttered in the slight northwest wind in winter, like flying flames, burning This piece of cold.

Along the way, neither of them said a word, as if they had an excellent tacit understanding, as if they could convey their hearts to each other with just the palm of their hands.

Looking at the big red lanterns hung in front of the doors of every house on both sides of the street, Huo Ruge couldn't help feeling hesitant.

The end of the year is approaching, everyone will relax their vigilance, and only this time is the best time to wipe out Lu Xiao's remnants and take Xi Liang into his pocket.But in turn, this can be exploited.At this time, whoever can seize the opportunity can be called the final winner of this battle.She hoped that that person was Murong Heng, but she also didn't want it to be him.

Whether he wins or loses, it will only make him intentionally or unintentionally become a thorn in the flesh of some people with a heart, and he will not be able to pull it out.

This is a dead move that has no way out no matter whether it is forward or backward. Murong Heng voluntarily challenged it, and it was Murong Qi who pushed him to this point.

She once wanted to ask, after successfully capturing Xiliang, who would take over the already devastated regime.But now it seems that this question has become meaningless.

These questions are too complicated and beyond her ability.She only hated that she was not strong enough, unable to give him the greatest support, unable to escape from this chaotic and difficult pursuit of rights, so she left far away, only enjoying the world with him.

After all, he is King Jing of Tianqi Kingdom and Murong Heng of Tianqi Kingdom, and she can only be his princess, his wife.

"What are you thinking..." A cool voice suddenly came from next to my ear, like a question, like a statement, and like talking to myself, it was hard to distinguish for a while.

Suddenly looking back at the person beside him, but quickly slipped his eyes to the beautiful and slender fingers of that person, and then pointed to his left hand: "This one, it seems that it will fly higher and farther."

(End of this chapter)