rich little concubine

However, Mo Feng froze all over, and dared to turn his head after a moment of stunned, the loss in the depths of his deep eyes instantly turned into ecstasy.

The tall figure blew past like a gust of wind, and returned to Ji Ziyang's side, hugging him forcefully into his arms.

A man's unique breath surrounds the person in his arms, before the other party can say anything, the slightly opened mouth has been sealed domineeringly, and the lips and teeth are entangled with each other, and they are separated after a long time.

"Damn it! This king forgot about you..." Ran Mo Feng worriedly looked under Ji Ziyang, where there was still blood red.

Ji Ziyang smiled with the corners of his mouth hooked: "Do you really think it's my blood? If it's true, I'm more anxious than you, but it's just a little chicken blood that the girl gave me."

After speaking, he took out a small porcelain bottle that had been uncorked from his arms. The mouth of the bottle was stained with blood. He had hidden this thing by his waist just now.

If it wasn't for this, how could the ink seal appear so easily.

"Actually, I remembered most of them, but some..."

"Yang'er believe me, this king has never betrayed you!" Ran Mofeng flashed a flash of anxiety, pinched the opponent's chin, and pecked lightly on the bright red lips, strong possessiveness and restlessness Ready to come out.

Ji Ziyang's heart warmed up, even if he was still a little confused, he stopped asking, this man was actually afraid, afraid of losing him, what else could he ask?

"Okay, I believe you, wait a minute! What are you doing!" The man who was fine just now and behaved very gentle immediately began to take off his clothes. Ji Ziyang was surprised, he has a baby now.

"You have to change your clothes if they are dirty." Ran Mofeng glanced at him, a smile flashed in his eyes, one side of his lips slightly raised to get closer to the other's blushing face, and his strong arms supported the other's sides Within the smallest range, he asked, "Yang'er thinks... what is this king going to do?"

There was a hint of teasing in the charming voice, but Mo Feng was in a good mood, and the pampering in his eyes was overflowing.

Ji Ziyang turned his head, he was speechless, only his red ears that were about to bleed were extremely hot.

"It's not as good as this king... as you wish?" A hand dishonestly reached into Ji Ziyang's clothes, caressed the smooth and delicate skin, stopped at a steep point, and twisted, the smile in his eyes was even bigger up.

"You..." Ji Ziyang exclaimed, softly but with embarrassment, his body was already extremely sensitive in terms of love affairs, and under the breath of this man, his skin began to turn red, he bit his lip, Grabbing the restless hand, he deliberately changed the subject: "Can you tell me now, did you hit Yue Li?"

Hearing the name, Mo Feng's face immediately sank, and his tone was firm: "No."

"I won't admit it." Ji Ziyang curled his lips.

"Why does Yang'er care about him so much? Are you in love with him?"

The man's narrow-minded jealousy began to brew again, and he accidentally turned his face again, and the wrist held by Ji Ziyang easily broke free from the restraint and moved downward.

"Nonsense! I only think of him as a friend, and he takes good care of me, but I just don't think you should treat him like this," Ji Ziyang hurriedly explained, and he finally reconciled, but he didn't want to make any more troubles.

In the gap between explaining this way, his body suddenly fell backwards, and the whole person was pressed on the bed and imprisoned under the opponent's body, unable to move.

The instinctive contraction of Ji Ziyang's body made the feeling even more obvious. Just now he even stopped breathing a little bit, but now he didn't dare to move anymore, and could only stare at the culprit angrily: "Are you crazy!"

"Yang'er thinks the king is wrong? Huh?" The ending turned up, someone was unhappy, and was still struggling with the last question.

you are right?Where are you right?Ji Ziyang questioned loudly in his heart, but he didn't say it out. He had to take care of the other party and the child in his stomach. If this dead man had something awkward and became beastly, it would not end well.

"No...wrong..." Okay!Ji Ziyang resisted the little desire to climb up his body, so he had no choice but to speak against his will. The loose skirt on his chest slowly slipped off, revealing his round belly, and his red face turned to one side: "You....Be careful .”

"Naturally," Mo Feng replied, the desire in his eyes was about to burst out, and when his eyes touched the swollen belly, those desires were mixed with endless tenderness and satisfaction.

After a night of lingering, Mo Feng really paid attention to propriety, and he wanted to kill Ji Ziyang head-on. If it was in the past, it would be fine.

Between the tenderness of slowly advancing and retreating, because the lack of satisfaction naturally does not make the thoughts sink, it is more possible to feel the skin-to-skin contact between the two. This kind of torment is very painful for the body.

In the early morning, when the first ray of light penetrated into the room, Ji Ziyang woke up, nestled in the man's arms and widened his eyes, Wu Liuliu looked at Ran Mofeng's sleeping face, wishing to bite him on the face. Solution to hatred.

Yes, this man is satisfied with him, but he... twisted his legs unnaturally, and Ji Ziyang despised himself in his heart.

Why am I getting more and more...

"What's the matter?" Ji Ziyang moved, and then Mo Feng woke up, with his eyes slightly open, there was a sense of laziness all over his body, and he just wrapped his arms around the opponent's waist, pulling him in a bit.

"It's nothing..." Ji Ziyang clamped his legs a little more, lest the other party find out that he was different, coughed to dispel the embarrassment in his heart, and said, "Do we... have another child?" He remembered most of the things, and there were always some things he missed, but he still had such a vague impression.

"Yes, you gave birth to this king many years ago," said the ability to tell nonsense with a serious face, but Mo Feng practiced more and more proficiently, and he almost opened his mouth.

"Really?" Ji Ziyang raised his eyebrows and stared straight at the other party, but the other party's face was neither blushing nor heartbeat, and he spoke very naturally, so he turned around silently and pulled the quilt over half of his face Laughed sullenly, do you really think he is stupid?It is said that most of them are remembered, but can he still remember when Heran Mofeng met?

A displeased cold snort came from his back, and Ji Ziyang's body was pushed back. With this movement, he laughed louder, and Mo Feng's face sank even more.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, it's true that I gave birth to you, my lord, many years ago," teasingly comforting Ran Mofeng, who was speechless, and the people around him laughed even more happily: " By the way, where is he now?"

"It should be in the Canglan Country." At that time, he took people away, and then met Fu Cangruo. According to that person's temperament, he should have brought both of them back to his own country.

"Then bring them back earlier."

"Okay, this king asked Ah Liu to send a letter back to the city, and let Xuehe handle it."

The two were talking, when there were slight footsteps outside, Ji Ziyang was startled, he had forgotten the time, it should be Yaohuan who came in and called him to get up and wash up.

How to do this?

Just as he was thinking about how to explain to others a man who suddenly appeared in his palace, the people around him had already sat up slowly, their white underwear was loose and casual, their black hair was hanging down their shoulders, and they were sitting lazily on the head of the bed. , swearing the sovereignty of the person on the bed, is really extremely domineering.

The washbasin fell, and the water spilled all over the floor. Yao Huan's exclamation resounded in the hall. She blushed and ran out again, knocking over the two girls behind her, so they all hurriedly left the hall.

Ji Ziyang silently raised the quilt a little higher, and buried his whole face. It's over, it's over, it's over, it's embarrassing and embarrassing, it's not clear what he was given all night!

Still in someone else's palace, he lost all face, and couldn't help kicking Mo Feng fiercely.

"What's wrong with Yang'er?" Ran Mo Feng doted on him, so naturally he wouldn't blame him for his presumptuousness, he just asked a puzzled question, but the other party didn't answer, instead the quilt was lifted, and he rushed forward without saying a word A person's shoulder is a mouthful.

But Mo Feng was taken aback for a moment, and then he relaxed, and then he laughed, his frisky Yang'er really came back.

But in Ruitian Imperial City, the atmosphere is not so good.

Xuehe and Yijing are in charge of the current government affairs at the same time, one is in charge of the safety of the imperial city and the deployment of generals at the border, and the other is in charge of the daily papers presented by civil officials.

Whenever the two of them worked under the same roof, they were silent and ignored each other.

At the beginning when Xuehe didn't reply to the letter, the heart that Yijing had waited for for so many years finally began to let go. The so-called letting go means no longer being attached. Therefore, it makes no difference to him whether they talk or not.

Yijing came back from the border and didn't go back to the palace much. He just packed up an empty hall in the palace to live in. Firstly, it was because the prince had just taken down the imperial city and there were too many things for him to deal with. Secondly, it was his own I don't want to go back. If I go back, I will see that person more often.

Xuehe also seemed to deliberately avoid seeing him, but he would not enter the palace easily if there was no important event. If a military officer came to him, he would go directly to the Zhenbei Palace.

The current Zhenbei Prince's Mansion is no longer the empty shell it was after the evacuation. It has recruited servants again, and everything is in order.

In the winter weather, the wind that blows on people's faces is like a knife that wants to cut the skin, and the river of blood is the same as usual. Every night, he sits alone on the roof without saying a word, and is surrounded by others. The letter that was in his arms every day was completely covered by him.

There is also a wine jar at the feet as always, and I don't know whose drunken heart it is.

Standing on a high place, Xuehe could clearly see the movement of the palace. In the middle of the night, a person came to the door. It was a servant from the palace. The guard let him in when he saw the person coming.

The waiter was ordered by Yijing to fetch the wine.

Yijing stayed at the border for a long time, and his favorite flower in the cellar of the prince's mansion was drunk. Now that he is back, he is naturally thinking about tasting it.

Xue He could hear the conversation between the two clearly, picked up the jar of wine at hand and jumped down, shouted at the waiter: "Since he wanted it, why did you come now!" Handed it up.

The murderous, frightened servant almost knelt down, trembling his lips twice, and said: "It's because the slave is not doing his job properly, and I forgot my lord's forgiveness. My lord has been suffering from a cough recently, so it's better to drink less alcohol. The slave warned me a few words." Came a little late."

"Is he sick?" Xue He snatched the wine jar that was handed out just now.

Waiter: ...... Is this for or not?