The Beloved Imperial Consort

Zong Zhenglin only to danruoyuan main room, was accused by Mulan, led to the side hall warm Pavilion.

Waving the door open, two waist high red Candlestick lights dim. On the first place there is a soft couch several, another warm stove cooking wine.

Mulan waited on the clean hand, silent retreat, only Yu Zong Zhenglin a person on the side of the bed, holding a cup in his left hand, just taste it.

Men stretch their long legs and drink their own shadow with great patience.

A quiet hall, very abrupt, drum beat suddenly, more and more distinct.

Zong Zhenglin's Phoenix eyes were shining, and only when he reflected a startling figure did he suddenly shrink his pupils and his heart beat.

In front of the woman wrapped in a golden dance dress, stepping on a very bright rhythm, such as the first ray of dawn in the dark, so jumped out, brilliant.

The upper body is narrow and sequined, with bare waist and abdomen. Under the navel, there is a pearl chain belt, and there are bells on it. The lower part of the body is a high slit to drag the ground gauze skirt, jade legs straight, looming. Occasionally exposed jade feet crystal, white ankle string bells jingle.

Zong Zhenglin looked at the woman's fiery and unusual dress up. His eyes were like fire, and he fixed his eyes on the seductive face vaguely visible after her silk chain was covered.

the black eye liner of Mu Xi Yao has a pair of beautiful eyes to beat people, and the bright red lips are delicate and colorful, which provoke the wild blood of men.

Little woman barefoot a step, accompanied by the clear bell ring, music up.

With slim waist and hip lifting, the dance is warm and unrestrained.

The unrestrained soul of the dancer is like a bird flying in the storm, a flame burning fearlessly, and a free flowing stream.

This is the Mu Xiyao that Zong Zhenglin has never seen. It's brilliant and brilliant. Like a pearl, unbridled and shining. Such a woman is the real Mu Xiyao. She is proud and unruly and confident.

Women sometimes charming, sometimes provocative, under the gauze skirt ice muscle jade skin from time to time, dancing between the eyes blurred, touching.

Zong Zhenglin looked at the vivid figure in front of him, and saw that she was full of love and expression.

If you can't conquer this unique Mu Xiyao in this life, Zong Zhenglin will not be willing.

The man threw his glass and sat up. Fengmu in the flow of light, bright as stars.

"Jiaojiao, come here." The male voice is deep and bewitching.

Mu Xiyao's eyes are half open, her waist and limbs twist, and she twines up like a water snake.

For a long time, Mu Xiyao has never danced face to face dance.

Zong Zhenglin was touched and picked up by her unwillingness. He was also reluctant to take the initiative to cling to women. He only restrained himself from sitting and watching the beauty and amorous feelings of women close at hand.

Mu Xiyao danced happily, but could not see Zong Zhenglin. The gentleman was magnanimous and elegant. Jade white feet a hook, instantly drilled into the man's hem, straight point in the hot stiff above, gently rub.

Zong Zhenglin's abdomen is tight, looking at the ups and downs under the clothes, only one association, he is confused by that gorgeous.

Mu Xiyao is not satisfied yet. With a hook on her fingertip, her loosely tied yarn skirt suddenly falls, leaving only two ribbons on her hip and a narrow strip of cloth in her private place.

Zong Zhenglin was so excited by Mu Xiyao's extraordinary heat that he could hardly sit still, his breath disordered, and he reached out to grab people.

"Your Highness," Mu Xiyao said coyly and dodged away. Adding fuel to the fire, the slender jade finger gently brushed his chest, seeing the man's laryngeal knot rolling, five fingers clenched.

The woman's feet kept moving, her hands pulled on her back, and her bright gold bra slipped in an instant, leaving only a thread of ribbon just right to cover the top. The two groups of plump were so arrogantly exposed and rampant that they entered Zong Zhenglin's flaming eyes.

When did your highness see such a hot and unruly woman? He tore her covered ribbon with a big hand, and looked at Jiao Ting's jumping and shouting, and her breath was not stable.

"Where can I learn it and let it go like this?" The mouth training is severe, but the hand movement is not polite, very happy.

Mu Xiyao saw that the man died to face, simply chest a straight, directly in front of his lips, demon in collusion, "Your Highness ~ ~, if not?"

"Let loose"? Stinky man has a kind of stay still.

Zong Zhenglin was seduced and teased by Mu Xiyao. He could not remember his earlier words. His mouth was full of pink tenderness which he had coveted for a long time. His throat snorted and finally stopped his burning pain.

Mu Xiyao straddles a man with one leg. She grabs the man's lifeblood and plays with him wantonly. Every time Zong Zhenglin is about to reach the top, she stops abruptly and tortures him with roars.

"Jiaojiao, quick. I can't bear it." Zong Zhenglin shuddered all over his body, and his forehead was dripping with sweat.

Mu Xiyao gently lifted her lower body, slowly untied the cloth strip in front of the man and brushed it gently with the tip of his nose.

"Your Highness, do you want me to serve you?" The sound of decadent music is provocative.

Do not wait for him to respond, small hand directly helped stiff, facing delicate slowly sit down.

"Damn it." Zong Zhenglin couldn't stand her being slow. He put his arms around her and pressed her waist tightly. The man does not have a moment to stay, just as soon as he enters the lane, he crazily lifts up.After experiencing the most difficult waiting, he entered the peach land in an instant. Zong Zhenglin met Ganlu for a long time and came back to life.

"Jiaojiao, you can beg for mercy today, and this hall will never let go."

The little woman's charming posture, and born famous, in love more familiar, really enchanted.

********Accompany, if not Zong Zhenglin usual restraint, quite pity, where has she ordered? I'm afraid I can't get up the next day.

Mu Xiyao was attacked and attacked by Zong Zhenglin in an unprecedented way. She was so frightened that she sobbed. Her body was unbearable. She could only recite and shrink under her body, which made Zong Zhenglin roar.

For a time, men and women in the warm Pavilion Dunlun, more and more surging, for a long time.

Mulan with a small servant girl in the middle of the night, just listen to your highness asked for water. I thought that the masters would rest in the warm Pavilion, but I didn't want to have a long time interval, and there was a sweet cry. Busy with the people away from some, waiting for summon.

"Your Highness, no more." Mu Xiyao's words are incomplete, lying under Zong Zhenglin, paralyzed into mud.

"No?" Zong Zhenglin had a hard heart to deal with her. How could he listen to her soft words. "It's extremely delicate and unruly. It's the day when I carry my concubine. Did you ever say no?"

Mu Xiyao might as well turn over the old account at this juncture, and become angry with shame. However, he is not able to resist it. He has to complain and swear, and dare not.

"If Jiaojiao is willing to deal with the remaining piles, she will not be investigated after today." Zong Zhenglin leaned down in Mu Xiyao's ear and whispered for a moment. Then he saw the woman's face red and indignant and said, "shameless!"

Zong Zhenglin Fengmu micro close, smile with bad intentions, "another pile." Holding Mu Xiyao, she will go to the window.

Mu Xiyao perceives the man's intention and shakes and hugs him. He exclaims, "it should be, it should be."

Zong Zhenglin just turned a corner, pressing people on the wall and grinding them hard.

Mu Xiyao saw the man's treachery, breath instability, shame and indignation accusation, "concubine should be your highness, how can your highness break his promise?"

Zong Zhenglin was sucking happily by Mu Xiyao, and his temper was very good to remind him, "this hall promises not to investigate after today, but to punish separately now." Finish saying is fierce demand, give a woman no time to breathe, only the top of Mu Xiyao's voice calls, confused love.

At dawn, Zong Zhenglin took Mu Xiyao and fell asleep.

Mo LAN and others forced spirit, and finally wait until mother Zhao with Cymbidium rotation, just trance back to the room to rest.

But in my heart, I'm still worried. Your highness is so energetic, can the master still cope with it?

The concubine of Mu side, who was thought of by others, is having a nightmare at this time.

In the dream, the big devil chased her everywhere, and finally the demon king was fierce. He caught her back and suppressed her for 800 years at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain

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