Kuai Chuan, fall in love with a fairy

Chapter 600 Overwhelming the Prime Minister's Sick Beauty (90)

He was dizzy again, and following his wishes, helped him untie his belt.

The belt was loosened slowly, and a part of it was still wrapped around He You's fingertips. The thin robe on the young man's body was slightly opened, and the tight texture was looming.

The pitch-black hair, cold fair skin, and bright red lips intertwine with a gleaming charm.

The young man slightly hooked his lips, and the charm at the corners of his eyes and brows appeared, and the dim light fell on him, coating him with a thin layer of luster.

Rong Yan frowned, her raised eye ends were flushed, and there was a shimmering and moist light in her eyes.

He pursed his wet lips, and gently pushed He You's collar away with his slightly cool fingertips.

The girl's skin was snow-white, with a slight pink glow.

Rong Yan hooked her lips.

The cool and soft lips fell on the neck, causing a slight shudder.

He frowned again, subconsciously clutching Rong Yan's wrist tightly.

Rong Yan held her with his backhand, his voice was low and hoarse, and his eyes were full of emotions.

"to beat?"

I don't know how long it took for this patience.

The wind with the humidity of grass and trees blows in from outside the window, blowing the light bed curtain.

He was nestled in Rong Yan's arms again, there were still dots of marks on his white neck, and he slept soundly.

Rong Yan gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips, his eyes fell on her neck, his eyes darkened a little.

After a long while, the boy frowned in distress, leaned over and kissed the side of her neck.

Weiliang's lips were a little soft, and there was a faint itchiness rubbing against the side of his neck. He moved again, and rubbed against his arms again.

It was only when the dawn was faint that Rong Yan got up carefully.

The young man was wearing a moon-white robe, his soft black hair was scattered behind his shoulders, and there were a few lingering marks on the open neckline against his fair skin.

Rong Yan walked lightly, without disturbing the sleeping girl on the bed, and lit the soothing incense.

Ah Qi, who had been ordered by Rong Yan early on, stood guard in the yard, and when she heard the sound of the door opening, she saluted respectfully.

"Master, everything is ready."

Today is the ancestor worship ceremony, and it is also the time to end all this.

Rong Yan gathered his robes together, with cold brows and eyes, he responded lightly.

"Let's go."

There was a slight coldness in the young man's brows and eyes. When he looked back, his smile softened a little in an instant, and the corners of his lips curled up.

Yin Chang started preparations early, and changed into grand and complicated costumes.

The carriage traveled all the way to the imperial mausoleum, and it took half a day to arrive at the foot of the imperial mausoleum.

Yin Chang was still a young boy after all, so he seemed a little nervous and uneasy in this situation.

He looked at the endless mountains in front of him, his face paled a little.

Rong Yan was dressed in a crimson purple official uniform, with a small sapphire hanging on his forehead. The young man had unparalleled eyes and brows, and his back was straight.

His brows and eyes are light in color, and his voice is also indifferent, unable to withstand the slightest disturbance.

"Your Majesty, it's time to begin."

The young man lowered his head slightly, but his back was still straight.

He paused every word, loudly: "Chen, I'll be by your side."

The young man was firm in his words, and Yin Chang suddenly gained confidence.

The young emperor frowned, his calm demeanor was somewhat similar to Rong Yan's.

He took a step.

At the same time, Yin Zhi, who was watching from a distance behind, also raised his eyebrows.

"get ready."

The war he had prepared for so long was finally about to start.

Yin Zhi slowly stroked the inside of his wrist, took a deep look at the little emperor Yin Chang who was climbing up step by step, and curled his lips coldly.

Two generations of obsession, decades of preparation, all in one fell swoop.

(End of this chapter)