My heart is still

Wait for my long hair to reach my waist, how about a boy marrying me

Waiting for your blue hair to be straight, and you can spread ten miles of red makeup

But he is afraid of long hair reaching his waist, and the young man falls in love with others.

Waiting for you to straighten your blue hair, smile to see Jun Huai her smile.

Box after box of dowry was carried out, one end entered the palace gate and the other end had not yet left the Shangshu Mansion. The Zhaojia family married a daughter-in-law, and the older brother married Fujin. And more, I want to see this bride who has never been seen before but is said to have inherited Yifei's twelve points of beauty, two points more beautiful than the ever-favored beauty.

The red hijab covers her peerless beauty. The wind blows off the red hijab, and you can see a little bit of charm from the smooth, white and tender chin. Beauty lies not in the skin but in the bones. beautiful woman.

Mengci was firmly carried on his back by her eldest brother, and she walked out of the home she relied on step by step. Hearing the slight sobs of her mother behind her, she couldn't help but her eyes turned red.

Sitting in the sedan chair, listening to the lively beating outside, and the curious and gossiping discussions of the common people, I was in a trance. I sat on the bed and waited for my elder brother to take off the hijab before returning to my senses.

Sitting quietly, without moving or wanting to eat, the room was also quiet, the maids and nuns all stood upright, and when they heard the deep and pleasant voice of the man outside the door, they looked relaxed, He straightened his back even though there was a hijab covering him, but he still looked straight ahead until the hijab was lifted, Mengci looked at the man in front of him without blinking, but the bright red clothes couldn't hide his casual and unrestrained, just put him The lining is more handsome and upright.

Yinxiang also looked deeply at the woman in front of him, as if he wanted to keep her in his heart, with charming eyes like peach blossoms, curved willow-leaf eyebrows, red lips waiting to be picked, and flawless cheeks like jade dyed With beautiful rouge, his Fujin is unique, the only Fujin in this life.

After all the servants retreated, Mengci bit his lip and hesitated for a while, Yinxiang saw this and said "wash up"

Mengci leaned on the edge of the wooden barrel in a daze, not aware that the water temperature was slowly getting lower, no matter how calm and decent the man outside was always a little strange to her.

Mengci was so frightened by being picked up suddenly that he almost screamed out. Looking at Yinxiang, Mengci wrapped his arms around his neck at a loss. Mengci's thin and transparent apron and Yinxiang's thin underwear It's like spreading, passing the body temperature of the two to each other, both of them are hot all over, Mengci is shy, Yinxiang is excited.

Being pressed on the bed, Meng Ci was still in a daze, seeing this, Yin Xiang couldn't help but smile lowly, and buried himself in Meng Ci's chest, exhaling a hot and humid breath, "It seems that my Fujin is very confused."

Holding the red lips, lingering across every inch of it, as if possessive, following the lips to the smooth chin to the sensitive earlobe, listening to Mengci's uncontrollable moan.

Kissing her neck and collarbone, tearing off the extra bellyband with his mouth, constantly making troubles with his big hands, Mengci made even more delicate and seductive voices.

The gauze floated continuously with the movements, and the ground was covered with fallen clothes. The woman called Yinxiang weakly as if she was exhausted, and hugged the exhausted Mengci in her arms without stopping, like water and tenderness Responding to her "I am here, Cier"

Mengci was really sleepy, but she still remembered that she was going to meet the emperor today, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a big handsome face, her hands were tightly locked around her waist, and she didn't care much, so she called out to "Shuwan"

Yinxiang hugged Mengci, who got up slightly, and smiled contentedly when Mengci fell into his arms again, "Ci'er~"

"My lord, get up quickly, I have to offer tea to the emperor today."

"Grandpa~"

Seeing that the man still didn't respond, he frowned and approached his ear just as he was about to call out again.

"Doesn't Fujin think that Master's self-control is very good?"

"Grandpa, uuuuuuuuuuuuu"

After the two of them had finished washing, Meng Ci looked at her bright red lips with embarrassment.

Yinxiang pulled the tangled dream words "Let's go, don't let Huang Ama wait"

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I'm going to watch my friend live hahahaha

Mom is out of the hospital and is recovering very well, the baby is happy