Comprehensive film and television: the queen is charming and has many children and blessings

When the Eighth Prince and the Ninth Prince learned that Li Jingui was killed by a flowerpot falling from a high altitude, they knew that their plan to plot against Yinzhen had failed.

Even if Yinzhen was drugged, he could still deal with him cleanly and efficiently.

"It's hateful that even God is on his side!"

The Ninth Prince couldn't hold back his excitement and spoke. He and the Eighth Prince had been friends since childhood, so naturally, they were of the same mind.

As the fourth prince, Yinzhen was old-fashioned and strict. When he went to the study, he always helped the emperor to monitor their every move. He was the one who annoyed him the most.

The Eighth Prince was also unhappy, but he was calm and composed, "Ninth brother, walls have ears."

The Ninth Prince was unhappy, but he had to go with the Eighth Prince to find Yinzhen and act like a friendly and respectful brother.

Yinzhen was so busy that he finally noticed the difference in his body when he was taking a bath at night. As a royal grandson and a noble, anyone who dared to hurt him would be punished.

But he was not in that mood at the moment, because he realized that what he was experiencing was not a beautiful erotic dream.

Yinzhen wanted to give instructions to Su Peisheng several times, but he swallowed the words back when they came to his lips, and finally fell asleep with a gloomy face.

He thought he would not be able to fall asleep, but unexpectedly he fell asleep so quickly.

The scenes in the dream were extremely clear, as if he were there. He left the room with a burning heart and walked to a place in a daze. He saw a person dressed as a palace maid, holding a jar, bending over and doing something.

Driven by curiosity, he asked, "Which palace are you from? What are you doing?"

The other party was startled by him and knelt on the ground with a plop. "Master, please allow me to report. I am a maid in the flower room. I am collecting night dew at dusk."

The other person was a little palace maid, and he should have left, but he didn't want to be attracted by her exposed neck.

"Keep your head up."

The other party slowly raised his head, his eyes drooping, and did not dare to look directly at his master.

She was a girl who knew the rules. He was satisfied, but his eyes were fixed on her face. He remembered this palace maid.

"Do you admit your guilt?" His tone was stern!

"I didn't know! Please forgive me, Master!"

He stared at the neck as white as cream and became even angrier. "You were originally a tea-serving maid, how dare you say you are a flower-room maid! You may not look young, but you are quite courageous!"

"Master, I didn't lie. I am indeed a maid in the flower room. The reason why I came to serve you today is for a reason..."

The other party explained, but he was so shaken by her fair neck that he couldn't think. He didn't hear a word of what the other party explained.

When he came to his senses, he had already confined her in his arms, his fingers caressing her slender, white neck, which he felt was smoother than the finest jade.

The fire in his heart burned more and more vigorously. When he saw her earlobes, which were as red as red marrow beads, his mouth became dry and he always felt that these earlobes could quench his thirst.

Naturally, he would not feel wronged. He held the earlobe that looked like a red marrow bead in his mouth, and his mouth was indeed filled with saliva.

Just like that, his anger grew stronger and stronger. His nose was filled with the unique fragrance of the other person, which he could not tell. Recalling that she was a maid in the flower room, he guessed that it was probably the scent of flowers.

The other party kept shrinking back, wanting to refuse but not daring to make any big moves. His eyes were very red, and he bit his lips hard, as if he would not give in until they bled.

He was furious and was unwilling to let her go no matter what. He was obviously not a young boy, but he pressed her down on the ground and then moved to the rockery.

He seemed to have returned to his youth, tirelessly doing it again and again.

After all, she had never been taught, and she scratched his back one mark after another, her eyes were dazed, and she kept crying.