The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 242

[242. Chapter 242 Outside]

“Hurry up.” Zong Zhenglin had urged him several times along the way, but he couldn’t resist his temper. Mu Xiyao buried his head deeply, put his small hand into the man’s robe, and unfastened the tie.

“His Royal Highness deliberately changed into his regular clothes when he left the residence. Could it be that he had a bad heart when he woke up early?” Mu Xiyao muttered and became suspicious. If you change it to the usual golden jade belt, you will have an excuse to decline. It’s a pity that Zong Zhenglin is cunning and cunning, and seems to have been prepared.

“When Jiaojiao was teasing outside, why didn’t her little hands tremble.” Zong Zhenglin glanced at her and continued to walk back up the mountain. At the end, he did not forget to coerce two words, “If you are slow, change the main hall and take off Jiaojiao’s clothes.”

Between taking off and being taken off, Mu Xiyao did not hesitate, and chose to play a hooligan against His Royal Highness Sixth Highness.

With great difficulty, the black light blindly loosened the tie, and Zong Zhenglin gave her a deep look, his eyes were so dark that he couldn’t tell the color.

Kicked the two doors open with one foot, Zong Zhenglin hugged the person and strode by the hot spring pool. Mu Xiyao opened her beautiful eyes, her eyes full of amazement.

It never occurred to me that this pond was actually built in the open air, with a curtain erected on the periphery, and the light gauze flying above it. After the rich peonies have landed on the screen, there is a nanmu brocade couch, the three or five palace lanterns are hanging high, and seven or eight candlesticks are shining. The mist in the pool was steaming, and the winter night in the mountains made people sweat a little.

When I got closer, I found that the small room separated by the screen was actually full of fleece blankets, and the couch was covered with fox furs. It was very valuable at a glance. The little table on the side is warming the fruit wine, the aroma is sweet, and the air is smudged with a three-point sweetness. In the copper furnace, the fire was shining, and the two sapphire ear cups seemed to be covered with warm colors.

Mu Xiyao shrank in his arms, only to feel that the taste of His Royal Highness, how could it be so familiar? After thinking for a moment, a word suddenly appeared, which made her giggle.

Sentiment, change here, but to praise the elegance.

“Inexplicably happy, it can be seen that Jiaojiao is also looking forward to it.” Zong Zhenglin put the person on the couch, and took care of himself to take off his robes. Only the collar of his lining was wide open, and a large area of brown skin was exposed.

Holding the pot and pouring wine, most of it fell into the mouth. He leaned over to block Mu Xiyao’s lips, pried open her teeth, and took a small mouth to feed in. Seeing that the woman in front of him was breathing hard, he unbuttoned her hair. In an instant, a black silk was shed, and it was scattered behind him, making her beautiful as jade, coquettish and charming.

In a daze, Mu Xiyao was embraced by Zong Zhenglin, his mouth was aggressively attacking, and even his thoughts seemed stagnant.

Mu Xiyao’s cheeks were hot, and at this time, she was really embarrassed with the work under her body. That size alone makes people’s heart skip a beat. It seems that the mind is fascinated by the fruit wine, and people gradually become in a trance.

“Jiaojiao shows her shyness, and she is so beautiful.” Zong Zhenglin’s voice was hoarse, and Mu Xiyao’s inadvertent shyness captured his heart.

The little woman held the silver thread on her lips, and instinctively stuck out her tongue to ****. Zong Zhenglin’s eyes gradually darkened, Jun’s face was tensed, and the curve of his jaw became even sharper.

He took off her clothes for her, stroked Mu Xiyao’s porcelain white jade skin lightly, resisted and immediately pressed on her to ruthlessly demand her desire, Zong Zhenglin slowly placed the person between his legs.

Mu Xiyao had a small pocket hanging loosely on her body, and there was a ravine in the plumpness, burning Zong Zhenglin’s eyes red.

Kneading the top of her through the cloth, the moment she touched it, it caused her to groan softly. Mu Xiyao was already sensitive, and when she was feeding her baby, she was so teased by Zong Zhenglin that she quickly soaked her breasts and wet her breast pocket, so that the man couldn’t take her eyes off her.

“Jiaojiao, hurry up and serve. You can’t bear to be teased by you like this.” As the voice fell, Zong Zhenglin gently pressed her head. All kinds of reverie in the carriage had long ago caused him to have a surge of love.

Being held by His Highness Feng Ruan’s hand, Mu Xiyao’s body was numb, unable to resist his more and more forceful caressing, only trembling hands pulled down the man’s trousers, fluttering eyes and let the beast come out.

Unexpectedly, the majestic shivered slightly, surrounded by blue veins, and the mouth of the bell was moist. Just looking at it like this, Mu Xiyao’s face turned red, and she turned her eyes.

“It’s ‘devoting myself to the Buddha’ and ‘Beauty blowing the flute’, lining the mouth of Jiaojiao Yin Tao Fan Su, I miss you so much.” Straightening her face, Zong Zhenglin’s eyes were red. up.

Mu Xiyao raised her eyes to see how hard he had endured, and suddenly asked a question. He stretched out his tongue in a soothing manner, and saw that Zong Zhenglin’s lower abdomen tightened, and the strength in his chest suddenly lost his measure.

“His Royal Highness,” Mu Xiyao was blindfolded, her body seemed to be stained with rouge sweat, Bai Mei was born in spring, lying on his leg was so tender and attractive.

“Before the concubine entered the mansion, if you thought about it, would you ask someone else to serve you like a concubine?”

This is not jealous, but Yaoyao Mu has a high self-esteem and has a mind for comparison. To be a favorite concubine, to serve the emperor badly, and the old pearls and yellows have become an excuse to cover up your shame.

Zong Zhenglin’s eyes tightened twilightly, holding her large, plump hand and slowly dipping down to him. Before Mu Xiyao entered the door, he seldom called people to sleep. The woman was boring to him, and when she thought about it the most, it was because she fell into a dream at night, and it was absurd.

Fingers stroked the stamen, Zong Zhenglin’s Adam’s apple rolled up and down. “It’s you, the goblin. One is already annoying. Since I met Jiaojiao

, the three peaks in my dream are all picked, and now it’s fulfilled.”

Guess what the three peaks in his mouth are. Yaoyao attached to it, rubbed his cheek against the side of his leg, and inadvertently scratched it stiffly, but it provoked the Sixth Highness to raise his eyebrows in response.

“In the dream, Xiao Xianghuan is happy, Your Highness is so shameless.” Mu Xiyao bowed her head and swallowed in anger, which finally made Zong Zhenglin relieve the heat.

Straightening up and shoving it into her mouth, Zong Zhenglin’s eyes showed a ruthless look. “It’s in a dream, and it’s also a woman in this hall.” As she said that, she pressed her head and raised her neck to growl.

So comfortable, she seemed to be in an immortal boat, and all the happiness was on the tip of her tongue. Zong Zhenglin was shocked when he accidentally caught a glimpse of the two mandarin ducks on the screen.

He pulled Mu Xiyao up, pushed him down on the couch, and hurriedly tore off his little clothes and trousers. He was so clinging to the dust handle, he hugged the person from behind and entered the general, and he kept moving frantically for a moment.

“Jiaojiao, do you know what you look like now?” Zong Zhenglin’s eyes locked on the silhouette on the screen, his eyes kept passing over the enchanting figure of the woman, as if he had taken love medicine, he kept folding Mu Xiyao into various poses. Clashes are on the rise.

Mu Xiyao was clasping the quilt, and she was already unable to answer.

“Turn the face to the snow, get on the bed and hug the Qi Cong. The mandarin ducks dance around the neck, and the emerald acacia cage.” Zong Zhenglin locked her waist, reciting lewd poems in his mouth, and tortured Mu Xiyao with tears.

“The weak body is trembling, and the delicate face is sweating. The bamboo shoots are soft and jade is soft, and the lotus lining is full of abundance.” He hugged her and got up and leaned on the stone pillar, crossed his legs, and rubbed his **** with all his strength.

“Hall, Your Highness.” Mu Xiyao’s toes curled up, and the milk waves flew. I was stimulated by his two phases, but for a moment, it was almost to the extreme.

Zong Zhenglin was sweating like rain, and he lost his dignity. Touching Mu Xiyao’s body, her passion was even more urgent than when she was a teenager. Being bitten by her Huajing and licking and sucking frequently, she was already in high spirits, and was forced to the point by the goblin.

Mu Xiyao whimpered loudly, her neck like suet and white jade was raised high, and the jade dew under her body was dripping, making Zong Zhenglin jump hot and fierce.

“Quansheng in the cave, Jiaojiao, how ecstasy…” Zong Zhenglin groaned and pressed against her sweet spot, pressing someone fiercely, but he couldn’t resist Mu Xiyao’s inner beauty, and finally trembled with her full favor.

[End of This Chapter]