Venerated Venomous Consort

Because Yun Qinglu was injured, the ancient ink did not assign any tasks to her, only let her calmly recover.

Love is a very sad thing. Yun Qinglu is really hurt by this body. He hates love for the emperor, but he also knows that he is still hopeless in this life, or she and he originally had no chance. ......

However, this is not the most satisfying thing for her. The most satisfying thing about her is that her ‘Imperial robes’ are gone!

The doll who has been with her, has always given her countless soothing dolls actually disappeared in her storage bag!

Therefore, in the past few days, she was in a state of injury, and the whole person was like an ant on a hot pot.

I am afraid that her doll will be discovered by Emperor.

If found, she is really dead!

This night, she was alone in bed and couldn't sleep, the door slammed, and the cockroach opened, and one person came in.

Brunette purple coat, mask covering.

Yun Qing Luo jumped up and said: "You!" She ignored her hurt body and threw herself in front of the other hand: "Where have you gone in the past few days?! No, how do you run yourself?" ??" This person is the one she lost.

She jumped too fast, shook the wound, and bent down again.

The man sighed softly, picked her up and put it back on the bed: "You are still hurt, why are you so careless?" The voice is as gentle as ever.

Yun Qinglu was angry and grabbed his collar: "Say! How do you run yourself?!"

The man pressed her back and kissed him.

Yun Qing Luo shook a little, grabbed his neck, and his voice trembled: "You..." closed his eyes and whispered: "拂衣......"

There was a shimmering flow in the eyes of the man, and in the kiss, he raised his hand and opened her clothes, revealing the white sheep-like exquisite body, fingers raging...

Obviously, this is something he often does with her, so this person is very skilled.

Yun Qing Luo’s body is shaking again, and the tears flow more urgently, not to be rejected, but the name of the frequent emperor’s robes...

It seems that she and her are the ones in her mind.

The man stared at her, the smile on his lips was gentle, but the bottom of his mouth flashed a disgust, and he sent her to ‘heaven’ with his hand.

When Yun Qinglu returned to reality from heaven, she looked at the doll in front of her eyes and turned her back into disappointment. He pushed him away: "You roll! You are not him! No! Don't smear me..."

When she pushed him away like this, he would quietly retreat to the side, waiting for her to put him in the storage bag.

But this time it didn't. He took a step back and then approached him. He grabbed her shoulder and chuckled: "Yun Qingluo, when do you deceive yourself?!"

Yun Qingluo was hurt by his shoulder, but he stared at him with shock: "You..."

The man sat on her side, and her fingers touched her chest. When she pressed it, she pressed it at the broken bone. When she was clear, she felt a cold sweat and subconsciously resisted him...

But the manpower is infinite, she is in the injury, so that she can't make much effort, and she is completely imprisoned in her arms.

The man still smiles tenderly: "Qing Luo, you hurt like this, there is no hate?"

The finger climbed to the place where she was worn by the sword. It was already crusted, but it still hurts a lot. The gentle tone of the person, but the movement is not pity, and directly reveals her blood with her fingers...