[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

Zhao Yan shoved back shyly, but her hands were limp.

Chu Qin felt pain in his heart, thinking that if the Helian Dan fell into his hands, it would be crushed to death.

Chu Qin's hand landed on Zhao Yan's soft and beautiful waistline, and he felt that a thin waist looked more lonely and pitiful than a woman's.

Chu Qin whispered in his ear, "Zhao Changning, what's your answer?"

Zhao Yan was forced by Chu Qin to the corner of the bed curtain carved with mandarin ducks playing in the water.

Chu Qin sighed in disappointment, and wiped away the tears from the corners of Zhao Yan's reddened eyes with his fingers.

When the thin and hot temperature between the man's fingers was about to disappear, the hem of the clothes was tightly grasped by a pair of fingers that were almost curled up into a ball.

Chu Qin raised Zhao Yan's face, and under the dim light, a beautiful face was shining brightly, shining like a bright pearl.

The tails of the red eyes were raised slightly, the long eyelashes drooped, the light shirt was soaked through, and the jade crown of the hairpin fell to one side.

But under this pair of skins, there are bones that are difficult to break.

So it's tempting to climb and fold, and it's tempting to spoil.

I can't wait to trample the lingxiaohua on the high mountain into the dust, get stained with dust and mud, and turn into floating flowers and wave stamens.

Chu Qin had a pair of bright wrists around his neck.

Zhao Yan is really nothing, he is as light as a feather, and his voice is hoarse and wet.

Like being soaked in a tent into a pool of spring water.

"Going to the northwest, can you still see camels and sheep?"

Chu Qin didn't realize it for a moment, Zhao Changning gave him the answer he wanted.

After he reacted, it was as if a raging fire had burned the plain.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Zhao Changning, if you promise someone else, you can't go back on your word."

His answer was a pair of pale hands undoing his long robe embroidered with gold patterns.Chu Qin's force was too great, Zhao Yan's overlapping robes were torn into pieces from top to bottom, and the rags hanging on his body pushed his knees between Zhao Yan's legs, making his fingers even hotter. s things.

The person in his arms was a little frightened but no longer struggled.

Her thin white hands clenched a piece of tent embroidered with spring flowers, curled up one by one, closed her eyes and endured.

Not as obedient as the chief minister of the cabinet who once had a hideous face.

He had never been treated with tenderness in his life, and such a thing had been tantamount to torture and torture for him before.

When experiencing joy, he lives neither human nor ghost, like a shadow that cannot see the light, hiding in a dark corner and sucking ashes for a living.

The wine bottle is dumped, and the jade belt hangs horizontally.

A few strands of wet black hair stuck to her jade-like cheeks, and her icy hands and feet were now as hot as a winter stove.

There are two clusters of dimly flickering lights reflected in the eyes.

No one in this world believes him, no one misses him, and when Zhao Yan dies, no one can trust him even with his dead body.

Even if you entrust everything to one person, you use a humble tone, for fear of being misunderstood as a return of favor.

Some people live like the sun, while others live like ants.

After the ants cautiously protrude their tentacles from the ant nest, after being illuminated by the light, can they have the courage to return to the dark and damp ant nest to survive?

Zhao Yan has no courage.

He was born drinking poison to quench his thirst, and he will eventually fly moths to the flame.

He and Chu Qin were nothing but poor people hugging each other to keep warm in the rough fate.

His fingers clenched Chu Qin's sleeves tightly, like a ghost floating in the tomb clenched the light.

The hair on the temples is sweaty, and the arms are covered with a layer of moonlight.

Like a flat boat in the wind and rain, the waist trembled, and the complicated middle and inner clothes were peeled off layer by layer from the inside to the outside.

When the tip of his nose sniffed the tuckahoe-like medicinal fragrance in Zhao Yan's hair, Chu Qin knew very clearly that Zhao Changning fell into his arms.

The moonlight was thick outside the coffin window, and the wind was blowing.

Some withered and yellow leaves were brought into Yingying's warm room by the cold wind, and swirled and fell on the blue bricks covered with embroidered blankets.

The charcoal fire was burning vigorously, and the flames burst out and were suddenly blown by the wind.

The curtain embroidered with flowers was lowered from the inside, and only the faint spring spirit could be seen inside.