Demon concubine, he seduces people with sex

Jun Luoyu looked at her hands in disbelief, how could this be?

Mu Yan spat out a few mouthfuls of blood again, the clothes were stained with mottled blood, but his face was terribly pale.

"what the hell?"

With a wave of Long Yuan's hand, he shot a silver needle as thin as a cow's hair, and Jun Sirui blocked it with his sword. He took the opportunity to join Liang Feng and the others.Long Yuan was a little irritable, and said: "Quickly retreat, if you stay any longer, Little Phoenix will become a dead Phoenix."

He raised his hand and set off the signal fireworks for retreat, then pushed away the cool wind and reached out to hug the dying Mu Yan, while beckoning Feng and Nongyue to take Zhaorong away with his eyes.

As soon as something happened to Mu Yan, the situation was completely unfavorable to them. One was seriously injured, and the other Zhao Rong was deprived of martial arts. If he didn't retreat, he would be killed by the dog emperor.

Jun Luoyu ran over and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with Mu Yan?"

Liang Feng guarded against him, and said coldly: "It's none of your business, it's you who made him like this."

Nongyue roared: "You liar, he will never forgive you again."

"Nengyue, stop talking nonsense with him, let's go."

"None of you want to leave."

Jun Sirui came step by step, the tip of the sword made a sharp sound on the ground, and his words were colder than the cold light of the sword.

And Jun Luoyu's gaze was fixed on the unconscious Mu Yan in Longyuan's arms, he seemed to have lost his soul, until all the red flame ghost guards under him surrounded him.

Jun Sirui said: "Zhaorong, come here."

The man in red looked at him with a charming smile, but did not respond to him.

Jun Sirui was a little angry, and ordered: "Kill them all, and don't keep any of them."

The Chiyan Ghost Guard who raised his weapon was about to make a move, but Jun Luoyu said, "Everyone back down."

This is the diametrically opposite order from Jun Sirui.

The Scarlet Flame Ghost Guards were obviously hesitant. Regardless of their status, they were all loyal to the Holy Majesty, but it was King Pingyi who trained them, and King Pingyi had a deep prestige in their hearts, so they were more accustomed to obeying Pingyi. Wang ordered without a trace of emotion.

"Let's go."

Long Yuan took the opportunity to leave with Mu Yu in his arms, Liang Feng and the others wanted to take Zhao Rong away, but the latter shook his head and let them leave with a smile.

"If you don't leave, the master will be sad."

"But, as long as I see him, I'm very happy! I don't want to go with you, I don't want to make myself regret, I want him to be safe and sound."

Zhao Rong knew better than them that what Jun Sirui wanted was him, and if he left with him, Jun Sirui would definitely not let it go

Liangfeng hesitated for a moment, and then left with Nongyue.

The lightness kung fu of several people is extremely high, so it will not be too difficult to leave.

Soon, only Jun Sirui and the others were left in the imperial mausoleum. Jun Sirui walked over and slapped Jun Luoyu fiercely.

"Jun Luoyu, please wake me up, because of a Mu Yan, you don't know what to say, you actually disobeyed me?"

Jun Luoyu turned her face indifferently, with a trace of blood on the corner of her mouth, and said, "He doesn't want me anymore."

"Jun Luoyu, you also have today, hahaha..."

Zhaorong smiled heartily, his expression was playful, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

His body was weak, and he couldn't stand firmly when he was chained, but now he stood for a long time, and his body was so precarious.

When he was about to fall, Jun Sirui caught his body and raised his arms horizontally to hug him.

Zhaorong smiled coldly, and said, "Are you taking me back to the underground palace?"

After being silent for a while, Jun Sirui's eyes changed again and again, and finally said: "No more."

"I hate you."

After saying this, Zhao Rong seemed to be tired, and quietly closed his eyes in his arms, like a blooming peerless demon lotus, quietly

And beautiful.

Jun Sirui hugged someone, someone hugged the little prince, and the group left in a hurry.

Jun Luoyu looked up, but he couldn't see the figure of the man. He picked up the broken peach blossom pendant from the ground, and the red flame ghost guard in black stood far away behind him, and no one dared to step forward.

"It's my fault, I'm sorry, Ah Yan..."

Tears flowed down, just like the helpless child who was helpless and cried and called mother concubine many years ago.

Long Yuan and the others left the imperial mausoleum, but they saw the white deer who hadn't gone far away shouting "here", a carriage suddenly appeared, and several people got on the horse

car.

Knowing the urgency of the situation, Bailu also cut the long story short.

"This is the carriage personally sent by Su Shizi and Marquis Wu An. They said that the guards at the south gate are not strict, and you can leave there. These are the medicines they prepared, Mr. Liangfeng, and I leave them to you."

"Thank you."

The carriage ran fast and steady, and the cool wind did not delay, so he hurriedly treated Mu Yu's wounds, even Long Yuan vomited a mouthful of blood from his old wound, no one paid any attention to him.

"Fortunately, there is the golden thread king Gu to protect the heart veins. First stabilize his internal injuries, and the rest will be discussed after leaving the city."

"Liangfeng, do you want to keep the child in Master's stomach?"

The moon is really out of ideas.

Liangfeng gritted his teeth, and said: "Save it first, the miscarriage at this juncture is not good for the master's health at all."

"Oh!"

The carriage was running fast in the night, and the city was brightly lit, making it a rare bustling scene, peaceful and peaceful as usual.

Four months passed in a blink of an eye, and it was winter, and the cold wind was rustling, and I could shrink my neck back in the cold when I got up early.

Xiao Jiu shrunk her neck, stooped her waist, and carried a food box to Chaoyang Pavilion.

Jun Luoyu has already got up, and Lu Zhu puts out the food bought by Xiao Jiu, all of which are fresh and hot.

Jun Luoyu picked up the chopsticks and began to eat slowly. None of the maids who served beside her dared to speak out. They all knew that as long as the prince thought of eating what the concubine liked, he must be thinking of the concubine. The concubine's temper became a little volatile.

After Jun Luoyu finished her breakfast alone, Xiao Jiu leaned over with a low eyebrow and said, "My lord, Su Shizi invited you to Wanhualou for a drink, will you go?"

"Don't go."

That Su Lanyi is also making a fuss, they are all married, and they are still singing against the popular cloud every day, and going to the brothel, why doesn't he go to the sky?

"Get ready, the king is going into the palace."

"say,,

.. 疋〇

Xiaojiu is bitter in her heart. Since the concubine left, the prince's temperament has changed a lot. He doesn't like to laugh or have fun. He always stays in the Chaoyang Pavilion to touch the scene and make love. He doesn't care much about other things. He just talks about Chaoyang Pavilion all day long. You can't touch the flowers or the grass, and now everyone in the palace knows that even a bug that flies out of the Chaoyang Pavilion is worth more than their lives.

In the palace, only the empathetic concubine Yange could say a few words in front of the prince, and the prince didn't like to hear what other people said, and he didn't want to hear it either.

There is no way to go on like this!

Although he sighed inwardly, but the prince was about to enter the palace, Xiao Jiu still went to prepare.

There is no need to spend a lot of time preparing for other things, just prepare a horse. It was not until Xiao Jiu watched the horse go away that he sighed quietly.

"Oh, the lord misses the concubine, why don't you go to the concubine?"

The side concubine Yange next to him glanced at him and said, "Stupid slave, it's not that the prince doesn't want to go, he just doesn't dare to go."

"Why?"

"The feeling of being close to the country is timid, and the feeling of being close is even more timid. The prince hurt his wife that day, and there is always a hurdle in his heart that he can't get over.

"

"Oh!"

On the other side, Jun Luoyu quickly entered the palace and went directly to Luanfeng Palace after receiving the pass.

Just entered the winter, but the ground dragon was burned early in the hall, and the cold of the early winter was gone. Zhaorong was barefoot, wearing a slightly thick brocade spring shirt, and a white fox fur open shirt, lying lazily on the ground. Collapse.

The snow-like fluffy fur blanket was spread on the ground, and a snow-white foot rubbed on it. The owner of the foot seemed to like the soft touch very much.

The north wind was still blowing outside, and it hadn't snowed yet, but it was also unbearably cold, but the inside of the temple, which was filled with strange fragrance, was as warm as May

In Chunyang, a few clusters of exotic flowers are blooming in a vase, and the beauty with black hair and bare feet on the couch is even more sultry. "You came?"

Zhaorong got up lazily, stepped on the fur blanket with bare feet, the clothes on her body were loose, and the charming look between her eyebrows became more intense.

However, Jun Luoyu picked up a picture on the small table on the blanket. On the picture were two similar looking men, one in red and the other in purple, and the one in purple and silver was clearly Mu Yan.

The painting is very good, the brows and expressions are vivid, as if the man is standing in front of him, but the faint glance of his eyes makes him palpitate endlessly.

Zhaorong smiled and said: "What are you doing? I didn't draw it for you to see. A wolf-hearted guy like you is not good enough for my Ah Yan."

Even though she was disgusted, Jun Luoyu still kept the scroll ready and prepared to take it back. It's not that other people can't draw Mu Yan's appearance, but that Zhaorong's painting skills are really superb, much better than others.

After finishing the painting, Jun Luoyu said: "I heard that you are pregnant again? It's almost two months, no wonder he pays so much attention to it, every item in your place is worth more than a hundred gold, it's really extravagant. "

"It's just going from one cage to another. Is there anything to be thankful for? Do you know? He said he wanted to make me a noble concubine. Do you think it's funny?"

Jun Luoyu stopped talking, he also knew Zhaorong's knot in his heart, and knew that he would not come out so easily.

Without Mu Yan, his life is not easy, and Jun Sirui is not much better. They are thousands of miles away and can't meet each other, and they meet each other every day but hate each other. I don't know which of them is worse.

Perhaps, he thought, it was just retribution.

He and Jun Sirui are also destined to become entangled with the Jun family, as well as the two brothers Zhao Rong and Mu Yan, it is hard to tell who is the scourge of the other.

Zhaorong entered Luanfeng Palace, Jun Luoyu came over occasionally, Zhaorong liked to listen to him talk about Mu Yan, and listened tirelessly, as if he had found the only pleasure.

Jun Luoyu and him talked about everything like they did when they were young, just because there was a Mu Yan between them.

Occasionally, a gleam of warmth would appear in Zhaorong's eyes, and it was also because of Mu Yan, the younger brother whom he had only met for more than 20 years since he was born, was the only thought in his heart full of hatred, saying it was because blood was thicker than water, but not always After all, Zhao Rong hated the little prince Jun Zimo very much.

Jun Luoyu was speechless with him, and at some point, there was laughter from a little maid outside the hall.

Jun Luoyu glanced out of the window and murmured, "It's snowing."

Zhaorong's hand clenched the soft fox fur on his body, and after a while, he said softly: "Ayu, you go and find Ayan, I miss him very much."

"Zhaorong."

Zhaorong turned around and sat back on the soft bed, said: "I understand your thoughts, and I understand his thoughts, he is not like me, his heart is very soft, even if it is hatred, he can't completely hate it."

"he……,,

"Go to him! Even if you are a rotten bastard, he will probably admit it. You have to remember that it was you who harmed him, so you have to pay him your life."

Jun Luoyu's heart beat, he finally found a reason to convince himself, he persuaded himself to go to Mu Yan, to see Mu Yan whom he had been wanting to see for the past few months.

He originally thought that he would not be able to look for Mu Yan anymore, he was wishful thinking, in Jun Sirui's words, he hadn't woken up yet

Come.

However, Zhaorong said that he could go to Mu Yan now.

"I, I'm going right now..."

Jun Luoyu left Luanfeng Palace in a hurry, Zhaorong looked at his back as he left in a hurry, with a very shallow smile on his lips.

Maybe soon, there will be another figure next to that figure...