The princess pushes her close to a woman

The newly lit incense in the afternoon was quietly burning in the corner of the table. As time passed, the light smoke rising from the incense burner disappeared silently, and the stars shimmered into the darkness. From the beginning to the end, there was no disturbed its owner.

The maids guarding the door changed wave after wave, and finally there was movement in the house.

Shen Qingluo was awakened by thirst, her whole body was sore and limp, her throat was burning, half of her body was still being held down by Song Ci, and she couldn't get up. She looked helplessly at the darkness in front of her eyes.

After a while, she couldn't bear it any longer, and tentatively pushed Song Ci, "Song Ci, I'm thirsty..."

The voice that had been immersed in the bed for a long time was a little hoarse, and she elongated her tone, soft and unconsciously with a hint of coquettishness, and her tone was too soft, for fear of scaring the sleeping person next to her pillow.

Little did she know that the spring passion in the corners of her eyes and brows had not dissipated at this time, and her voice sounded more than a little bit more mellow than usual, full of teasing intentions without knowing it.

Song Ci, who was still a little dazed, suddenly became sober. Seeing that the room was pitch black, he lowered his head to quench Shen Qingluo's thirst without even thinking about it.

Shen Qingluo was only stunned for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, the space between her lips and teeth was filled with the cold fragrance, and the sweet, soft and moist fragrance seemed to be able to quench her thirst, making her lose the ability to resist.Suddenly aware of the coolness, the loosely tied clothes fell silently, Shen Qingluo blushed instantly, pushed Song Ci away forcefully, and said in embarrassment: "I, I am really thirsty, not that..."

"Which one?" Song Ci understood, but she couldn't let go of the gentle and delicate jade, so how could she be willing to get up?

"Song Ci," Shen Qingluo pressed her hand, and seeing that she was faintly suspected of breaking free, he quickly raised his head and kissed her as if to comfort her, and said flatteringly, "Can you go down and pour me some water? I'm really thirsty." .”

Her voice was still a little hoarse, Song Ci could hear it, and hurriedly got out of bed to pour water for her.

After Shen Qingluo finished drinking, Song Ci took the cup, and his eyes were a little hot on her, "Qing Luo, are you still thirsty?"

"Okay, thank you Song Jun." Shen Qingluo thanked obediently, and moved inside, "Are you still sleepy? If you are sleepy, go on sleeping."

"Not sleepy," Song Ci went to bed slowly, hugged the slender waist and brought him into his arms, wandering restlessly, "Qing Luo, it's still early, how about..."

Before she finished speaking, Shen Qingluo hurriedly interrupted: "It's getting late, Song Ci, I don't want it anymore, I'm sleepy." While talking, she crawled out with hands and feet, her rejection was obvious.

This has been absurd for an afternoon, and if it continues to be absurd, the body will not be able to take it anymore.

Victory was just around the corner, and she was about to roll down and away from the bed, but Song Ci pulled her back with a little force.

The shallow breath fell to the side of the ear, and Shen Qingluo was wrapped in Song Ci's arms again, so scared that she did not dare to move.

Song Ci felt amused, and sighed pretending to be sad, "Oh, my lady, why are you running away? I'm not a tiger, so I won't eat you."

"Song Jun, I was wrong, I shouldn't tease you today..."

At this time, Shen Qingluo felt extremely regretful in her heart, wishing to cry with her head in her arms, why did she know that she teased Song Ci hard, and Song Ci would bully her back without restraint, why did she still want to tease her today?

Song Ci rubbed the delicate and white earlobe in her hand, feeling it gradually warming up, the person in her arms tightened her body, she couldn't help laughing, "No, lady, you are right, I am indeed elm, I need you to teach me a lot, lady .”

"Song Jun, I was so wrong..." Shen Qingluo wanted to cry, but she hadn't recovered from her strength, and she hadn't left the room all afternoon. If Song Ci went on like this, she would sleep until tomorrow in the sun. , it is certain that the entire princess mansion will know that she is lazy...

Song Ci hummed lightly, and looked at Shen Qingluo begging for mercy with great interest, their emotions changing back and forth, all cute without exception.

In the dark night, Shen Qingluo's eyesight was not as good as Song Ci's, and it took him a while to realize that he was being teased by Song Ci, and shame climbed onto Yuyan's face.

Song Ci easily grabbed her ankle, she didn't feel guilty, and ordered fiercely: "Let go of me, or I will make you look good!"

"How beautiful is it?"

Song Ci said lightly, as if he didn't take it seriously at all, Shen Qingluo stared at her in anger, unable to say a word.

The angry look is also very cute, Song Ci couldn't help but bend his eyebrows, fearing that she would be angry, he coaxed softly: "Okay, Qing Luo, I was wrong, don't be angry, go to sleep."

Shen Qingluo snorted coldly, still staring at her, Song Ci laughed dumbly, "If I don't sleep again, I will..."

"You...threatened me?" Shen Qingluo was ashamed, but helpless, she pulled the thin quilt to wrap herself up.

Song Ci stretched out his hand to tug, but he didn't do so, and simply fell asleep holding the big silkworm chrysalis.

Shen Qingluo originally wanted to share half of the quilt with her after she fell asleep, but she didn't want her to be too sleepy, so she fell asleep after a while.

When he woke up in the morning, Song Ci had already got up and went to the garden to practice martial arts.

After she washed up, she went to the main hall and waited for Song Ci to come back to have breakfast together.

The housekeeper trotted all the way, and a voice came in from afar, "Your Highness, it's not good, the tomb of the son-in-law has been dug up..."

Shocked, Shen Qingluo stood up abruptly, and said angrily to the panting butler, "Who did it? What about the people who guarded the tomb? How do they do it?"

"No... I don't know," the housekeeper was taken aback and kowtowed repeatedly, but fortunately he could still speak clearly, "The guards of the tomb discovered this morning that the thieves should have sneaked in last night."

"Have you lost the funerary object?" Shen Qingluo frowned, her usual bright face was more dignified at this moment, with a hint of majesty as the master of the house.

She concealed it very well, no one knew the fear and uneasiness in her heart...

"The funeral objects are still..."

"Only the corpse of the son-in-law was smashed and thrown out of the coffin. The slaves have already ordered them to come back." The butler's face was frighteningly pale, and his voice became more and more trembling.His forehead was firmly pressed against the ground, not daring to move, for fear that the knife on his head would fall.

Hearing that the funerary objects were not lost, Shen Qingluo almost thought that some people suspected that Song Ci had faked his death, and the calmness on his face was almost unstoppable.

Before he could think of a countermeasure, he heard that the bones were broken the next moment. This might not be a good thing...

She vaguely guessed who the person who did it was, but... it doesn't seem like a good thing that there is another person in this world who knows that Song Ci is not dead.

Shen Qingluo frowned sometimes, and sometimes relaxed it. After a while, she said in a deep voice: "Keep quiet about this beforehand, I will send someone to investigate."

"Let's bury it again, I won't be able to pass through." Shen Qingluo said again.

Watching the butler walk away, she fell into deep thought again.

When Song Ci arrived, he saw her preoccupied look.