The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

Yun Qianyue didn't enter the room, but leaned against the door frame and looked at Rong Jing lazily.

Although Rong Jing closed his eyes, he hadn't slept all night. When he saw Yun Qiangyue, he was first happy, and then looked at her faintly.

Yun Qianyue thought of looking at Rong Jing across the bead curtain, as if she were separated by a heavy mountain, and the mountain was surrounded by clouds, but fortunately she could still see Rong Jing's face clearly, and even could clearly see his face. Every expression. So is it worth her to walk across thousands of mountains and rivers to him? Not afraid of thorns and rain all the way?

"Fortunately, you have a conscience, know to come back!" Rong Jing suddenly said aloud, his voice a little dull.

Yun Qianyue didn't speak, and her eyes were covered with a layer of cloud, but a glimmer of light broke out in the cloud. The light was condensed into a mirror, and the face of the landscape was reflected directly in the mirror, picturesque and elegant. .

"Come here!" Rong Jing spoke again, still dull.

"Why the past? I want to go home!" Yun Qingyue suddenly rolled his eyes, snorted angrily, and turned away. But the footsteps hadn't taken off yet, the bead curtain made a clear sound, her arm was pulled by someone, and a shadow was covered in front of her. She looked up, her waist was held tightly by an arm, just about to open her mouth, on her lips It was soft and covered with a pure and elegant breath. She opened her eyes to Rongjing.

Rong Jingruyu's hand covered her eyes and covered her eyes. The lips that had originally covered her lips were changed to nibble gently to contain her tender lips in her mouth.

Yun Qianyue's eyes were dark, and she had never tried such a kiss, and her heart suddenly tremble slightly, even with her body.

Rong Jing deepened the kiss, lingering between lips and teeth, not urgent, not fanatical, but **** tangled, seems to turn her entire body into water, rubbing into his body.

The fresh wind blew, the bead curtains fluttered, and a clear, melodious sound was heard. The fresh breath of the purple bamboo forest blended with the unique medicinal fragrance from the medicine garden. Both contradictory and harmonious.

In such an atmosphere, Yun Qianyue, everything in her mind and brain drifted away. It seemed that there was only herself and the person holding her between heaven and earth. She was like a small boat in the sea, swirled by a vortex of big waves. At the center of the vortex, hundreds of revolutions and thousands of times, split her inch by inch, swallowed up, but it was as sweet as sweet.

For a long time, until Yun Qingyue was about to suffocate and could only breathe with the breath from Rongjingdu, Rongjing let her go. When she was soft, she would slide to the ground.

Rong Jing hugged her, and took her back into her arms again, smiling lowly, "Look at you for a bit!"

Yun Qianyue gasped, and Yan Yan stared at Rong Jing angrily, angrily said: "Deng Tuozi!"

It is a pity that although she is angry, both the expression and the voice are stained with emotional husky and charming. That anger is not only without a little deterrence, but also makes the heart holding her.

Rong Jing suddenly lowered his head, and his lips fell again.

Yun Qianyue immediately dodged her head, but she was kissed by him, she stared at him, and her face was reflected in her misty eyes, her small face red as smoke, especially herself Her eyes were full of water and she could see clearly in his eyes. She suddenly closed her eyes and felt that she had been planted in this man's hand for the rest of her life.

This time the kiss was extremely deep, so deep that it was unstoppable.

For a long time, Rong Jing suddenly pushed away Yun Qingyue, picked her up and hugged her, and walked towards the house. Bead curtain made a collision sound because of his eager footsteps.

Yun Qianyue was dizzy and could not find the feeling of He Xi tonight, but felt that his body was empty, as if in a cloud of mist, misty and misty. It wasn't until her back was lying on the bed that she pulled back a little consciousness, her closed eyes opened, and Rong Jing's body had fallen down and pressed against her.

The lips were kissed again, the skirt was ripped open, and the sullen robe slipped off her shoulders, exposing the delicate collarbone and snowy skin.

"Yun Qianyue, there is time today. Let's practice the seventy-two spring..." Rong Jing's voice was extremely low and dumb. The lip teeth moved away from Yun Qiangyue's lip flaps, scratching her clavicle skin, leaving traces of red powder.

Yun Qianyue suddenly shuddered, and the heartbeat stirred by the emotional wave slowed down half a beat. Xu Yu, she quickly supported Rong Jing's body with her hands, her tone was a little shocked, a little frightened, a little low, a little dumb, a little charming, a little flustered and pitiful, and wronged, "No..."

"No?" Rong Jing raised an eyebrow.

"Well, don't!" Yun Qingyue shook his head, and Seventy-two Springs was not playable.

"I thought you actually missed it." Rong Jing looked at Yun Qianyue, and his eyes could no longer see his past clear spring touches. Now it is filled with fog and faint red, which is naturally lustful.

"I don't want to, I really don't want to..." Yun Qianyue shook her head, explaining with some eagerness, "I just want to watch others play, I don't want to... Ah..." She didn't finish a word, was bitten by Rongjing, some Hemp, a little itching, and a little pain, her heart twitched with a flick, and she almost couldn't help shouting.

"I think we actually act better." Rong Jing raised his eyes and looked at Yun Qiangyue, pressing the weight of the whole body on her, and Qingdai's ink eyebrows picked slightly, "What do you say?"

"We are not qualified at the moment..." Yun Qiangyue didn't dare to look at Rong Jing's eyes, and his voice was weak.

"Huh? Why is it not enough? You talk about it, I listen to it." Rong Jing reached out and picked up Yun Qianyue's strand of green silk, and flicked her little red face with the strand of green silk.

Yun Qingyue felt itchy on her face and reached out to brush it off, but her hand was held by Rong Jing’s hand and entangled with her five fingers. She used another hand to brush it, and the other hand was also held by Rong Jing’s hand Hold it, lift her arm over the top of her head, hold it with one hand, and loosen the strand of green silk with the other hand. Ruyu's fingers touched her small face, and her fingertips lingered, gentle as water.

"We...we are not yet a teenager." Yun Qianyue suffocated and uttered a word.

"Well, this is a problem." Rong Jing seemed to think seriously about Yun Qiangyue's words. Just when Yun Qiangyue was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly changed his voice, and the lips fell down, covering her lips. After brushing her lips and teeth, and blending all the breath in her mouth into his breath, he said dumbly: "You Kwai Shui is here, all right!"

"Kui Shui can't come, I... I haven't opened it yet!" Yun Qiangyue felt like fish on a cutting board at this time, waiting for someone to figure out what dishes to use, yes Steamed fish, braised fish, boiled fish, sauerkraut fish... After pondering it, it went out of the pot.

"Don't open it?" Rong Jing blinked suddenly, and misty eyes glanced at Yun Qianyue under him, gazing across her face, lips, and ears, and then looked at her collarbone, breast, All the way down, after seeing Yun Qianyue's whole body seemed to be burning, he slowly said: "I saw that the long open place is long open, it can be used..."

Yun Qianyue couldn't wait to find a ground seam to drill in. She lived for two lifetimes. After being looked at for the first time by someone, she said that it would be usable after being opened for a long time. She turned her head away and stopped looking at Rong Jing. She blushed and said angrily: "The flowers that devastated the motherland are criminal, do you know?"

"The crime should not be overwhelming. Anyway, no one would dare to treat you. You dare to destroy even the emperor's sword." Rong Jing shook his head, his lips fell again, and kissed Yun Qingyue's neck. The hand slid down her chest, circled around her waist, and lingered on her lower abdomen, with a downward trend.

"Rong Jing..." Yun Qingyue suddenly had the urge to cry. Although she was sometimes bold and wild, she also divided things. In fact, she was still extremely timid and conservative in the matter of men and women. In the past, Rong Jing and she have not been intimate, and there have been more fanatics than this, but they have never been like this. Where has she experienced such a romantic battle, and she can't bear to lift a trace of strength.

"Um..." Rong Jing responded, but buried himself in kissing and stroking. Seemingly addicted, tasting her beauty, breathing on Yun Qingyue's neck and body, the bright and wide bed made her breathless.

Yun Qianyue felt that she was about to burn, this time even worse. She thinks she will be able to cook today, whether it is steamed fish, braised fish, boiled fish, or sauerkraut fish, she will definitely be able to cook one, or if the seventy-two springs are all used, she will not be cooked. Every kind of fish can be used, it is estimated that there is her favorite hibiscus roasted fish.

Rong Jing's hand finally reached the inside of Yun Qiangyue's thigh...

Yun Qianyue suddenly held her breath. At this moment, she stopped breathing...

Rong Jing didn't take it one step further, and stopped kissing. He seemed to be thinking about something with his head down, his expression extremely serious.

Yun Qianyue looked up to see him, only to find that his crescent-white brocade was still worn intact on his body, well-dressed, but his face was slightly pale pink, and the skin exposed on his collar was also light pink, lips Petal because her kiss with her is also redder than before, she looked at him and suddenly raised a kind of beauty, throwing away his young aging, planning, throwing away his gentleness, gracefulness, throwing away his mouth poisonous and poisonous , Black heart and black lung, he is a young man, just in good old age, Fenghua Zhengmao, Zhilan Yushu. All good vocabulary in the world can be piled on him. No matter what beautiful untouchable things are resting on him, he can afford it, "Jin Yi Xue Huayu color looked back and smiled. "" "Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled.", "Zunbi Tianzi, Yagai prince." This is Rongjing, Gaoyang in the cloud, like a poem. Suddenly a touch of emotion rose in her heart, so beautiful and beautiful, and now the son is like jade, what is she retiring? Suddenly she raised a strong possessive heart and reached out to pull Rongjing's belt. Her hand moved faster than her brain.

Rong Jing was thinking about something seriously, feeling Yun Qingyue's movement suddenly startled, looked down at her.

Yun Qianyue smiled lightly at him, his voice was very soft and charming, and he exhaled like blue, "I have decided! Listen to you, let's try the seventy-two spring. I think it is better for us to act. We can empathize. You I am in you, I am in you."

When the words fell, her fingers gently pulled the jade belt around Rong Jing's waist.

Rong Jing's body trembled, Yun Qianyue's hand had already penetrated from his brocade, and touched his smooth skin, she took a light breath, so smooth, so delicate, like a brocade, like his Like a human being, her bones and bones are warm and moist. She remembered his years of cold and torture, and also remembered that she helped him get rid of the cold and poison at Lingtai Temple in Qingquan Mountain that day. Layers of ice overflowed from his body, from inside to outside, right That kind of reincarnation baptism has melted into his present ice bone? She suddenly wanted to see it eagerly.

Rong Jing suddenly took Yun Qianyue's hand.

Yun Qianyue looked up at him, charming, and his voice was low and gentle, "Now we think you are so delicious, um, you can try..."

Rong Jing was stiff.

Yun Qianyue's lying body was half-turned up, leaning closer to Rongjing. He wrapped his arm around his neck and gently bited his ear. Sensingly, Rongjing's body trembled, and she smiled lowly, "Well, you said Is it good for steamed fish? Or braised fish? Or boiled fish? Or sauerkraut fish? Well, although Hibiscus fish is good, unfortunately I won’t do it..."

Rong Jing's long eyelashes flashed, his voice was dumb to the extreme, and he seemed to endure to the extreme, "Yun Qianyue, don't tell me you want to eat!"

"I miss it!" Yun Qingyue nodded, and her lips left Rong Jing's ear and kissed his lips.

Rong Jing breathed suddenly.

Yun Qianyue kissed him lightly from the corner of his lips, Xu Si, his tongue protruded into his mouth, lingering with him, Rong Jing's breath was a little muddy, but his body was completely stiff.

Yun Qingyue felt Rong Jing's unprecedented tightness. She suddenly had an extremely strong feeling. It turned out that she was not only confused by him, but also had a chance to turn over if she backhanded. This will be known without a try! She got rid of Rong Jing's hand, hugged him, and pulled the brocade inside him.

Rong Jing's breath seemed to stop, and there was only a thick or light snow lotus in the bed.

Yun Qianyue stripped Rong Jing's brocade, and watched him slide down from his shoulder. Although it was just before dawn, the light outside was a little dark, but she still clearly saw his skin, squinting* * The color is covered by the stunning color, she can't help but muttered: "Is this the legendary blow bomb can be broken? Why can men have such good skin..."

Rong Jing seemed to wake up suddenly. He pushed Yun Qiang away, his wrist moved, and the slipped Jinyi returned to his body instantly. Covering his bare skin tightly.

Yun Qianyue is still in the dim Huanghua, unable to extricate herself, and continued muttering: "I finally understand why it is the color of'Jinyi Xuehua jade.' Why didn't you realize that you made warm jade before? Ice muscle jade bone, The blow can be broken..."

"Yun Qianyue!" Rong Jing seemed to grind his teeth. "I'm a man!"

"Yeah, you are a man, I know!" Yun Qingyue nodded sternly, and looked under Rong Jing.

Rong Jing suddenly felt that a big stove was covered on his head and body, and the source of the stove was the woman in front of him. She had already been steamed by him, but now in turn it is salted fish turned over to steam him. A flash of annoyance flashed across his face. Suddenly he pulled his brocade to cover Yun Qianyue's head, and his voice was bitten. "Yun Qianyue, where are your eyes looking?"