As someone who has experienced this, she can naturally understand Fang Baihua's intentions. Originally, she wanted to help him, but when she saw that Murong Fu not only granted marriage to two stunningly beautiful Mingjiao saints, he also transferred this newly recruited female disciple to Xizhou, only then did she realize that her lover had given up and would no longer accept other women.
For this reason, Xiao Qi couldn't help but sigh.
When Murong Fu saw Xiao Qi's expression was different, he stretched out his hand to take her into his arms and said caringly, "If I'm not back, what else is there to worry about?"
Xiao Qi's delicate body snuggled softly in his arms, her eyes were glistening with tears, her beautiful eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and there was a hint of sadness in her eyebrows that was difficult to resolve, and she said sadly, "It was so close back then. You and I will be separated forever, and we will never have the chance to be husband and wife again..."
Murong Fu stroked her beautiful and gentle face, gently smoothed her frowning eyebrows, and said comfortingly, "We have cultivated for hundreds of years to cross the same boat, and for thousands of years to sleep together. You are now my queen. This is not just for thousands of years." Deep and shallow? Do you still think everything in front of you is a dream? "
Xiao Qi's eyes trembled slightly, and she stared lovingly at Murong Fu who was very close at hand. She pursed her moist red lips lightly, seemed to be smiling but with a hint of bitterness, seemed to be sad but also had a bit of sweetness and said, "If you don't wake up from the dream, , that is not a dream, I only hope that you and I will grow old together, no matter if it is a dream or an illusion, we will never wake up one day."
Seeing her being shaken by Fang Baihua, Murong Fu couldn't help but hold her jade hand and put it against his face. He said distressedly, "Whether it's a dream or reality, at least what you feel in the palm of your hand is the real temperature. It's me, Murong Fu." Reply." ?.?????.???
After saying that, he leaned over and kissed Xiao Qi's moist and bright red lips. The soft and sweet touch made both of them feel confused and distracted.
Xiao Qiyu stretched her arms and hooked Murong Fu's neck, her red lips pressed tightly against him, her teeth and cheeks were slightly open, and in response to the other person's teasing, she slowly closed her eyes, feeling the other person's strong and passionate affection. It seemed that everything was so wonderful, so sinking and deep for her.
Their hot breaths intertwined, their red and hot cheeks rubbed against each other, accompanied by sighs.
After parting their lips for a long time, the corners of Xiao Qi's mouth were moist and crystal clear, which made her cherry lips even more delicate. Her beautiful eyes were as tender as water, pregnant with a hint of spring. Her eyes trembled slightly, as if spring water was rippling, and her temples were scattered. The few strands of black hair, the slightly messy palace skirt and the pink lining exposed in front of her body make her even more charming and seductive.
"Is this dream still fake?"
The two of them pressed their foreheads together, their noses touching. Murong Fu met her eyes and asked with a smile.
Xiao Qi's face was as bright as the morning glow, and her snow-white jade neck was stained with a transparent blush. Her whole person looked radiant and radiant. She pursed her lips, panted slightly, and said rather embarrassedly, "No." Ignore you."
Murong Fu smiled slightly, put his lips on hers again, carried her to the bed, and put her down gently.
Xiao Qi was kissed passionately by him, the spring water in her beautiful eyes almost overflowed, and she hooked her arms around his neck and refused to let go.
Murong Fu gently untied his clothes, and the wide palace skirt immediately spread out like scattered flowers. Xiao Qi closed her eyes shyly and let him play with it.
As a hint of coolness hit, Xiao Qi tightly hugged the hot body in front of her. After some harmonious friction, her delicate body suddenly tightened, and a pair of slender legs clamped the opponent's waist. Tremor.
An indescribable numbness spread throughout the body, Xiao Qi's snow-white skin was covered with redness, and a layer of fine sweat oozed out.
Xiao Qi's eyes became more and more soulful and blurred. She held Murong Fu's cheeks in her hands and kissed her softly and coyly.
I don’t know where the love started, but it goes deeper and deeper.
In the palace full of spring scenery, there were waves of shy girls' sighs and the sound of rain hitting banana trees, one after another, and the sounds reached my ears.
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Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Murong Fu's first priority when he came back, besides handling the state affairs, was to comfort the concubines in the harem physically and mentally. Looking at the crowd of beautiful women in the harem, he couldn't help feeling proud at the same time. , and did not forget to drink up the Shiquan Dabu Decoction in front of him.
Mainly when dealing with the other concubines, he was fine, but when dealing with the four sisters Mei Lan, Zhu Ju, he really couldn't stand the four sisters going into battle together. But as a man's self-esteem, he couldn't say that he was not good at it. He could only do it every time. Bite the bullet and practice double cultivation with four women.
That scene was simply more dangerous than him charging alone among thousands of troops.
But if you want to blame, you can only blame Azi, a ghost girl, for teaching them what to do with the Sunflower Manual. Every time he thinks of this, Murong Fu has to try to make up for it on Azi, so as not to kill her to pieces. , whining and begging for mercy, never giving up.
Little did he know that Ah Zi had the same idea, just to let her brother-in-law whip her so hard that even when she was accompanying the four sisters Mei Lan, Zhu Ju, she would subconsciously think of herself.
After attending court that day, Murong Fu happened to have nothing to do, so he wandered around the harem.
He first went to the palace of the noble concubine Li Qinglu, and saw that in the bedroom where sandalwood was lingering, Li Qinglu was covered by a light shirt, lying on the soft couch in a carefree and charming manner, with her bare feet, sipping tea and looking at Not far away, Zhao Yupan, the eldest daughter of the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, was sitting next to the chessboard, contemplating the game.
After a long time, Zhao Yupan nervously dropped the ball.
Li Qinglu picked up a white piece from the chess holder, flicked it out with her fingers, and accurately landed on a position on the chessboard.
Zhao Yupan's pretty face turned pale, and she stood up helplessly and bowed to Li Qinglu.
Qing Li showed displeasure. When he was about to say something, he suddenly noticed something. There was a strange light in his eyes and he said, "That's it for today. You go down first and come back tomorrow to review this situation with me."
"Yes, Yu'er is resigning!"
Zhao Yupan was immediately relieved, hurriedly recovered the chessboard, and left.
The figure of the person outside the palace flashed, and the princess of the Song Dynasty was not noticed.
It was not until the other party left that Murong Fu appeared in the palace.
Li Qinglu's eyes were as charming as silk, she smiled sweetly, and she hooked her hand at him.
Murong Fu came to sit next to her and massaged her legs skillfully. The soft elasticity of the tight skin came from his fingertips, which made her feel enchanting.
Li Qinglu bent her legs and stretched into his arms. Her delicate ankles and exquisite jade feet were all carefully carved like perfect jade. The soles of her feet were glowing with a faint pink color. Even if Murong Fu didn't have any special hobby in this regard, I couldn't help but hold it in my hand and play with it.
The tingling sensation on the soles of his feet immediately made Li Qinglu giggle. Murong Fu's laughter was as sweet as silver bells, and he vaguely recalled the scene when he and Li Qiu Shui were in the Xixia Palace.
