Village Girl Struggle

In the dead of night, people are quiet, the moon is in the middle of the sky, outside the vast expanse of sky, sprinkling clear and brilliant pieces to the world.

A little moonlight shines through the embroidered curtains of the flower windows, casting a beautiful hazy light and shadow in the house.

Inside the heavy curtains, the sinking water incense in the Boshan furnace has been burned to ashes, but the aroma has not dispersed, and it is still mixed with some intoxicating sweetness, directly instructing people's face to be red and heartbeat, and the breathing is just falling into decline.

There was a sigh from the depths of the house. A slender hand stretched out from the red gauze tent covered by the Qiangong Bed. It was transparent and white, but with distinct bones. The ten fingers held the red gauze and hung it silently on the roll canopy. Two small golden hooks hanging down from the top, just like half of the curtain slowly opened, revealing the deep spring color inside the bed.

This Qiangong bed is almost the size of half a house. The head of the bed is covered with a screen painted in pastel colors. The painting is lingering between the two flying butterflies and flowers. The embroidered quilt on the bed is fragrant and soft. People and children lie together.

That hand went from the light cupboard inside the bed and lit it with a candle, and the room between the big bed suddenly became brighter.

Murong Feng held the candlelight in one hand, his eyes full of love, and lingered tenderly on the sleeping woman.

Dahongjin is underneath the body with half of its back exposed, the flesh and blood are uniform, with a perfect ecstasy curve, that exquisite butterfly bone, exquisite clavicle, slender snow neck, warm and fragrant nephrite between the chest, beautiful as snow peach, delicate tentacles Such as melting fat...

Last night we had a moment of joy, a secret appointment and a pity, and bliss.

After only a night of madness, the snow skin that can be broken by the bomb has left his own little marks, and it seems to make people have the urge to burn again...

Murongfeng stretched out his left hand, and gently counted the marks of enthusiasm, his eyes fascinated, but with a trace of desperate madness.

Jiang Ying, Jiang Ying, Jiang Ying...

My little Yingying...

She is the only woman who can affect his emotions in the past two decades.

She is the most noble golden branch and jade leaf in the world, the most romantic and beautiful woman.

She was named in the Huanhua Dynasty, and under the pomegranate skirt, she has worshipped many heroes.

Murong Feng greedily watched the beauty of the beautiful woman sleeping like a spring begonia, stroked the flawless snow back with her fingers, gently lingering along the dimpled midline, the tentacles were slightly cool and smooth, and the flames in his heart burned more and more. strong.

There were lights and strange palmistry when I wanted to come. Although Jiang Ying closed his eyes, there was a vague noise in his red lips.

"…do not want…"

However, Murong Feng leaned forward reluctantly, put the beautiful lady in the quilt in his arms, and called out softly: "Yingying, yingying."

With long eyelashes moving lightly, Jiang Ying opened his misty eyes, and in front of him was an overly handsome man's face.

??Ah! The tip of the nose is almost touching!

And that person’s body was also close at hand, none of the two people who leaned very close had a strand on their bodies, and they were even close to each other from the waist to the abdomen. She even felt the fiery desire, so she stunned herself. On your lap...

Jiang Ying was stunned for a moment, then found his thoughts, and looked up and down at the people around him.

Well, I didn't expect Xiao Fengfeng's body to be really good.

As the sister of the female emperor of Huanhua Dynasty, she is a prince, and she is 20 years old, when the peach blossoms are thick.

Over the years, I have been idle and idle, and I have met a few blue confidants. These confidants are all well-born, outstanding in appearance, and elegant, and they are the icing on the cake for her career as a wealthy idler and prince.

Xiao Fengfeng is one of them, and he has known each other for three or four years.

Speaking of which, Xiao Fengfeng is really a good lover, the third son of the Murong family, with orthodox and noble blood, handsome appearance, temperament like an immortal, capable of painting, and good skill. In addition, he is knowledgeable and considerate. There will be novel gifts on New Year's Day and birthdays. When you are sick and depressed, you will come to comfort you, and there will be small surprises from time to time.

But this one was too bold. Yesterday, I asked her to come to this other courtyard, saying that there are strange flowers to enjoy and wine to taste. Believing it to be true, she happily came to the appointment.

Unexpectedly, this guy turned out to be drunk and dragged her into the room with a crooked idea, half-strong and half seductive, doing everything possible to seduce her both soft and hard, **** and undressing, squeezing her hands,...

Cough, she was so drunk that she was dizzy, her eyes were heavy, and she was not strong-willed, so she had to push her half and half on the spot.

There were several spring breeze in the middle of the night, and she was so tired that she just touched the pillow. Before going to bed, he was thinking viciously, huh, when it's dawn, it's not too late to settle the ledger with this scheming guy!

It should be noted that she is not indecent, passionate and not indiscriminate, and has always followed the principle of always going to the flowers and leaving the leaves alone. Although she is over twenty, she still guards herself like a jade, and intends to save the beautiful first experience to the wedding. Yes, who knows it's gone so inexplicably.

Of course, Murong Feng, a courageous fellow, also suffered a huge loss.

The famous man has lost his first time, can he still marry in the future? Um,...this is a bit too much, and now there are many families, so I don’t care too much about whether this son is the first time.

She was thinking about the matter, but felt that Xiao Fengfeng's hands seemed to be dishonest, and fires everywhere on her body, Jiang Ying pushed Murong Feng away, a little displeased.

"Don't make trouble, there are still important things to do today."

Murong Feng's eyes darkened, but instead he rolled up a strand of Jiang Ying's long hair, playing with his fingers, as if asking casually.

"What's the matter with Yingying?"

"Today..."

Originally just casually speaking, Jiang Ying suddenly remembered that there was actually an appointment today, at noon today, ah, that location is far away from this other hospital, it will be too late!

Jiang Ying suddenly burned his eyebrows, pushing Murong Feng away and about to jump up, but he covered his head with a scream.

"Ah, it hurts, you, what are you doing by pulling my hair, let go!"

Jiang Ying pulled back his hair, this little Fengfeng! Today, there is no wink so much, you should let go immediately when you see yourself jumping up!

Murong Feng turned over and pushed Jiang Ying, who was like a lively fish, back on the bed, his face a little dark.

"Yingying already has me, whose date do you want to go? Huh?"

"Of course it's my future Masao... date..."

Jiang Ying was right and confident, but seeing Murongfeng's expression at this time made her heart startled and her voice gradually lowered.

It is true that the candidate for her husband has been drawn up by the emperor sister and the emperor. It was originally planned that the two will begin to get along before the wedding and cultivate their relationship. This candidate is naturally not Murong Feng.

Who would let...Xiao Fengfeng be the brother of the emperor’s side husband? A sister in the same family should not marry two brothers. This would break the balance in the court. Moreover, Xiao Fengfeng’s mother would be too scheming to pass by. The old ladies who plucked their hair treated themselves as mother-in-laws, but they were 10,000 unwilling.

But in front of you, the dark eyes dripping with water?

Also, the tightly pressed lips were so pale that they lost all their blood.

Didn't he know it, he had fallen so deeply?

Last night,...Oh!

Thinking of last night, Jiang Ying stretched out her hand to caress Murong Feng's tight thin lips, and opened her mouth apologetically, "I'm sorry, Murong Feng, I shouldn't have messed with you, you, you forget me."

Murongfeng seemed to be a statue petrified by Jiang Ying with a spell. His handsome face stared at Jiang Ying dumbly, as if mumbling to himself, and as if he was whispering pleading, "...My little Yingying, what about the side husband? Willing...be a side husband?"

It's not that he doesn't know his own mother's calculations and the situation of his brother.

He also knew that the emperor and empress in the palace would never consider themselves a righteous husband. That's why he had the madness of last night, desperately.

If it was Xiao Yingying, he might, possibly, endure sharing with a man?

For a moment, Jiang Ying really wanted to agree to the beautiful man in front of him. He was just a side husband. Maybe, maybe, there would be no disadvantages brought about by the marriage with the Murong family again?

However, she shook her head slowly. As the prince, she could not share the worries for the emperor, but she could no longer increase the burden of the emperor.

Wasn't it okay for the side husband?

Even with the blend of fish and water like last night, wouldn’t it work?

Murong Feng stared at Jiang Ying in a daze. Instead, his heart settled, and he placed it firmly between his chest, looking at the face in front of him that looked like the most delicate flower in the world, which was as bright as a star, like this But * and a hateful person.

Mine, mine, are mine, no one can take it away.

Whether it is the emperor's father or the queen's majesty!

Then, let's die together!

With a faint smile on the corners of Murong Feng's lips, he leaned heavily and kissed Jiang Ying's soft red lips.

"phoenix…"

Unprepared, Jiang Ying still opened his eyes wide, and suddenly noticed the madness in Xiao Fengfeng's eyes, but it was too late.

Just to say a word, the deadly poison flowed from Murongfeng’s lips and teeth to the throat of his obsessed* person. It was just a few shallow breaths, two skin-to-skin blind people, who seemed to be lingering. My son stopped his heartbeat and breathing.

This is the story of a peachy case involving a prince and his little lover in the Huanhua Dynasty.