Deep ice

Yangquan Palace.

Enchanting lights and shadows, rippling water.

The whole hall is as warm as spring.

Outside the layers of brocade gauze, the palace lady shuttled back and forth, with jade bracelets on her bright wrists, jingling around her rings, and a golden jar filled with rich and warm soup. Water is poured into the pool.

The Son of Heaven immersed in the bath was an extremely beautiful man, but this kind of beauty was sharp and vicious, like thorns, people who hooked people couldn't help but look at it, and when they got close, they died again.

Yuan Jing's eyebrows were as black as ink, and his eyes fell on the rippling water patterns, occasionally ripples, rippling up and down, like the twisted lines on the face of the man when the dawn broke.

A person talking to himself, smacking his own mouth, but still couldn't suppress it, showing such greedy eyes.

Yuan Jing shuddered, and the maid who was pouring water shook her hands in fright, and the gold pot rolled into the soup pool, filled it up, and slowly sank to the bottom.

The maid's face turned pale, she quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly,

"The servants will die, the emperor spares me..."

Yuan Jing didn't seem to hear it, just stared at the pot, sighed inaudibly, and slowly sank into the water along with the pot.

For a moment, there was the sound of whimpering water all around.

Undulating, like a hand, caressing that beautifully lined body.

With warm fingertips, He Yan slid across his chest and slid towards his lower abdomen,

"From now on, you are the emperor of Daping, and 'Yuanjing' is your reign name."

Jiang Huaijin's face was pale, but she couldn't move. The voice in her throat passed through the blocked silk handkerchief, and it sounded like a plea.

There is a ferocious dragon on He Yan's black robe, which is embroidered with gold and silver threads, as if it is about to pounce at any time.

"Your majesty must remember that even if you become the emperor, you are also under the control of your ministers."

Beads of sweat drenched those long eyelashes, Jiang Huaijin knelt down on the bed, spread her legs vigorously for He Yan, tied her neck to the bed, and was forced to assume a lewd and upturned posture.

The bead curtain beside the bed was swaying, shining with a strange light, hanging beside Jiang Huaijin's hand, scratching the fine white and pink fingers.

He Yan reached out his hand and took out the brocade box of pearls from under the pillow, opened the lid, and found a box of ointment.Dig a lump and apply it in the crevice of Jiang Huaijin's buttocks, and go deep into the tunnel, the cool and creamy paste relieves the dry feeling inside.

The bead curtain suddenly jingled, and the finger scratched it hard, as if it was about to be crushed.

The person above didn't intend to take off his clothes, he just took out the swollen thing under his crotch from his trousers, and dawdled for a long while facing the secret place.

He Yan usually likes this, looking at the naked person under him with neat clothes.

The courtyard was dark and quiet, and the shadow of the candle leaked through the bead curtain, mottled the frightened black eyes.

Jiang Huaijin's smooth back was like a bow full of strings, ups and downs, extending upwards, until someone slowly inserted it, gently grinding the inner wall.

The entire curtain of pearls and emeralds suddenly scattered all over the ground, hitting the hand that pulled down the curtain and the waistline that was forced to sway, making endless crackling noises.

He Yan, however, was extremely sharp, enjoying the abnormal firmness inside, and gripped his lower body numbly for a while.

The avatar and the creamy ointment were pumped twice, but there was no astringency, only the full package remained, which made it more comfortable.

Jiang Huaijin suddenly lifted one leg high, He Yan knelt on the bed with one knee, supported that leg with one hand, and nailed the whole penis in, "Your Majesty, do you look like a wild dog having sex?"

Jiang Huaijin's handsome face was distorted, and she pulled the incomplete bead curtain tightly, letting out a vague cry of grief.

Inside the red tent, the two are like mandarin ducks with their necks crossed, shoulders crossed and legs folded, lively and fragrant.

To He Yan's ears, the groan of pain that was clogged with silk was charming, dripping, soft and intoxicating.

He Yan leaned on him and bumped him a hundred times, causing Jiang Huaijin to sway, but he didn't even have the strength to struggle.

Within half a stick of incense, He Yan couldn't bear it anymore, so he ejaculated once in his body.

Jiang Huaijin's head was covered with cold sweat, and his lower body was swollen and painful, but he didn't feel any pleasure at all, so he was very uncomfortable.

He Yan's iron-like body did not move at all, he loosened the rope around Jiang Huaijin's neck, turned him over, lifted his waist, knelt on the bed, and went deep again piously.

The person below her had black hair sticking to her forehead, clutching the brocade mattress, charming and lustful, but her pupils were full of despair and pain.

Jiang Huaijin's eyes widened, and his eyes fell on the swaying tent, becoming more and more empty.

The clothes on He Yan's body were soaked with sweat, and after inserting it for a while, seeing that his eyes were wet and cold, he wiped the silk from his mouth, "Your Majesty, are you crying?"

Jiang Huaijin's eyes were wet, with a layer of thick black eyelashes moistened, staring blankly ahead,

"I'm not the emperor, you let me go."

He Yan is full of momentum, aloof,

"It doesn't matter if you become the emperor or not, I can't let you go."

Jiang Huaijin wanted to gnash her teeth, "...you might as well kill me"

When He Yan heard this, he suddenly laughed coldly,

"Your Majesty, if you want to die, I won't stop you. Anyway, I have already tasted the taste of your body. At worst, when I think about it in the future, I will feel a little regretful."

"So, Your Majesty, what does it matter to you if you die or not?"

The water was surging, and the top of the soup pool was clanging and ringing.

Flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water are illusory.

Floating on the water with a head full of black silk, Yuan Jing suddenly emerged from the water with a pale complexion and gasping for breath, as if he almost drowned.

The court lady who was kneeling and begging for mercy just now was tilted, her eyes protruding, and the thick yellow juice in her mouth snaked down from the corner of her mouth.

He must have been terrified.

Yuan Jing touched the drops of water on his face, his eyes were full of hostility,

"come--"

The maid outside heard the words and raised the curtain to get closer, and when she saw the dead man on the edge of the pool, her voice trembled, "Servant...the servant is here."

Yuan Jing stood up, her voice indifferent, "Change clothes."

The palace maid didn't dare to be negligent, she hurriedly turned around and went out to get the moon white golden dragon uniform with a silk backing, and waited for the emperor to change it.

Immediately afterwards, he called the other two young eunuchs and dragged the dead man out.

Xi Lian in the outer hall has been waiting for a long time, after all, the emperor did not go to the early court for the first time, and has accumulated a lot of government affairs, the chief assistant really couldn't wait, so he went to the imperial study room to wait for the face.

A jade belt with suet and lustrous fat was tied around Yuan Jing's waist, and her black silk was tied up with a red jade hairpin, her face was extremely beautiful.

A pair of lacquer-black eyes were filled with coldness and dampness, truly frightening.

The attendants of the palace did not dare to show their anger, they just followed behind silently until they saw Xilian.

Seeing that the emperor was in a bad mood, Xi Lian bowed deeply,

"Your Majesty, the Chief Assistant is asking to see you."

Yuan Jing didn't answer the question,

"Huayu Palace, it's too far away from the front palace."

Xi Lian suffocated, holding his breath and waiting.