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Song Xian pushed the palace door and entered, walking slowly forward.He had already made up his mind, and he was not in a hurry at the moment, but wanted to walk more slowly.The things inside were so good that he was looking forward to even taking such a close step.

"Huh—" A gust of cold wind suddenly blew open the unclosed window, and howled in, the layers of curtains that wrapped the inner hall were messed up.The soft satin billowed and rolled around, almost hitting Song Xian's face, and was grabbed and pushed away by his palm.

Going forward, there are three or two pieces of clothing scattered on the delicately painted crimson porcelain floor, but they don't appear to be in a hurry, it looks like they were leisurely and casually discarded.Song Xian walked forward along these odds and ends, and after ten steps, he stopped behind two doors that were as high as two people with brocade paintings of landscapes and animals.

It was the warm room in the cella, which he had never set foot in.

——In such a private place, his father, the emperor, should have been the only man in this world.

Song Xian's fair and slender hands hovered over the door for a moment, then reached forward and pushed open the two hidden closed doors to both sides.

The hall is already very fragrant, but this warm room is actually too much.The sweet and bitter breath penetrated into the lungs, making it suffocating, causing fine beads of sweat to appear on Song Xian's forehead.

Song Xian took a step forward, but was pinched by a force protruding from the curtain beside him and dragged him in.

Song Xian didn't notice for a while, and his vigilance was lax, but he was dragged by this force for a dozen steps, and then pushed to the thick carpet under his feet.

Song Xian finally borrowed his strength when he was losing strength under his feet, and pulled the man violently towards him, and then both of them fell on the soft and thick carpet.

Song Xian immediately went to pull the silk curtain that wrapped around his body and face, Fang pulled it twice, and was helped to take it off by another moist and warm hand.

That Song Xian's familiar face carried a strong lust that was unfamiliar to him.When he saw Song Xian, he barely blinked his eyes to become clearer, but the next moment he showed undisguised surprise, "Why is it you."

While pushing and pulling just now, Song Xian felt that he had made a lot of shame in front of this woman. He raised his eyebrows, "Who do you think it is." While he was speaking, he moved his hands up inch by inch along the heavy cloth on his body, He hugged his arms contentedly around his waist.

Xiao Lingming's forehead was throbbing with the burning desire.He suffered from this thing for ten years, so he knew it in his heart, and immediately broke away from Song Xian's hand when he was still a little clear-headed, "Get out! You can't!"

When the person in front of him made such a struggle, Song Xian naturally went to pull it, so he simply got up, stretched out his hand to squeeze the person's hand and rubbed it into his own.

The delicate and moist flesh and the pleasure of disobedience that is about to conquer the king's father's possessions easily aroused Song Xian's desire, his breathing was also a little unsteady, he leaned forward panting, "Why can't Xian'er die? "He said indifferently: "Have you tried it? Just say Xianer can't do it?"

"Song Xian!" Xiao Lingming raised his voice a little, his eyes turned red and then black, he knew he would not be able to bear it for a long time, and he didn't care about being noticed by Song Xian, so he pulled Song Xian away with real strength, "You Get out! Really not! Don't force me..."

Before the word "hands-on" was uttered, Song Xian, who posted it again, interrupted harshly, "What are you forcing? Are you calling someone? Father? He is not in the capital, and the palace people came in to see him." You and I are in such a situation, neither of you can try to clean it up."

Song Xian stuck to Xiao Lingming's ear and warned: "But this king is the father's son, and you are just a rootless duckweed living on the favor of the father. Who do you think the father will call to stop it once the news spreads?"

Xiao Lingming couldn't listen to Song Xian's words at all, he suffered a splitting headache from the struggle between desire and mind.

Song Xian felt that she was intimidated by him, so he leaned closer to her ear and coaxed her gently, "Xian'er really likes you, please be obedient, you and I know the body of the emperor, but I still You are young, Xianer can give you whatever you want in the future..."

As Song Xian said, he tilted his head and pecked Xiao Lingming's fair face carefully, and then moved back inch by inch until he bit off the soft silver earrings on her ears, and bit her tenderly in his mouth contentedly. Soft earlobes.

It was really as soft and full as when he dreamed back at midnight.

When Song Xian was distracted, the person in front of him was suddenly pressed to the ground, and then she was clasped between his chin and neck by her hand wearing a hard multi-treasure ring, and he broke his face abruptly. The obvious chin, it was rubbed so hard that it hurt him.

Then, before Song Xian could react, his lips and teeth were forcefully licked open and his lips and tongue were hooked.Song Xian was shocked, and wanted to turn against the guest, but was a little horrified to find that he was shackled by the strength of the person in front of him and couldn't break free.

His mother's concubine's kiss was like her but not like her, it was seductive and mature, but it was too domineering.

Song Xian instinctively felt that something was wrong, and raised his knee to push away the person on him.But as soon as he lifted his thigh, he encountered a hard and familiar object, which might be as hot as him under the cloth, but at this moment, it was enough to chill Song Xian's whole body.

"You!?" Because of the momentary shock, Song Xian's voice could be heard visibly trembling with just one word.

"You...you are a male... male...?!"

But Xiao Lingming covered his mouth with his hand, his breath still carried the sweet and bitter aroma that Song Xian was very familiar with, but when he spoke again, his voice changed, "It's inconvenient for us saints to openly spoil men."

He whispered in Song Xian's ear while panting, and said deliberately: "It's because you push your feet and lack people's hearts, otherwise you and I will always live in peace."

"...It's no wonder you have been favored for ten years and have nothing to do. It's because of this..."

Song Xian thought of it subconsciously, but quickly realized that this should not be the time to say this, he has always been able to bend and stretch, "It's my presumptuousness, it's Xianer's presumptuousness!"

"Let go of me, you and I will act as if we don't have anything today... oh!"

Song Xian's unfinished words were drowned in the strong and lingering kiss.

Between lips and teeth, the tone of the person pressing on him was lingering, with the grievance and coquettishness he had seen several times.

Xiao Lingming untied Song Xian's belt familiarly, and felt that it was not too different from the emperor's robe. He pressed Song Xian's waist firmly with one hand, and then nimbly poked in until his wet palm was on Song Xian's waist. Only then did he let out a light breath when he was holding the thin and greasy flesh, panting and coquettishly said: "You... you want to come back... Originally, you found me a little maid... nothing happened... "

Xiao Lingming said that tears welled up in his eyes again, his hands were ruthlessly restraining the people under him, but he looked at Song Xian with lowered eyes on his face. "I don't understand this medicine...it's fatal..."

"—Xian'er...I don't want to die..."