Seven hundred and seventieth chapters immortal clear
Sensing the solemnity exuded by Pan Yun's bow, Gong Yueyue suddenly felt a long-standing tension in her heart. Birds fluttered over the grape trellis, and their crisp chirping lingered in Gong Yueyue's ears for a long time.
Seeing Zhong Yue, who was wrapped in thin quilt, closing his eyes tightly and falling into a deep sleep, Gong Yueyue got up from the bed and slowly walked to Chengxin Hall where she lived.
Lying down lazily on the red sandalwood cold plum concubine's couch, she slowly got up, like an obedient and soft cat, hugging her softly.
The snow-white neck rests softly on the soft silk pillow, and the long and beautiful eyes silently stare at the crescent moon inlaid in the dark blue sky. The gentle black pupils shrink away the desertedness of the past, and there are bursts of warmth and narrowness.
A glimmer of soft and graceful clarity slipped through.
The charming white mist of plum blossoms floats quietly from the silver hollowed-out bee-heron ball in the hall. The golden candlelight shines through the lush green gauze curtain, and the hazy little bits of light gently shine on the imperial concubine's couch. There is a kind of gentle woman.
The fragrance blooms silently.
Sometimes she is as gentle as a clear spring, sometimes she is wise, sometimes she is quiet and elegant, and sometimes she is charming and charming. I have been married to her for five years, and I still cannot forget the scene when we first met her in Lingxi Palace.
He lifted up the red embroidered mandarin duck silk handkerchief and said to her gently, hesitantly and cruelly: "Except for love, I can give you anything."
He thought that she would be lost in confusion for a moment; he thought that she would feel the ruthless trick of fate. However, she actually chuckled, and this smile made him suddenly stunned and confused.
Staring at her long, beautiful eyes, her gentle black pupils suddenly revealed an indescribable purity. That night, he knew that his wife was a woman with wisdom and sense of propriety.
Later, and still later, he couldn't tell at what moment, he couldn't help but want to see her. He liked to see her sitting alone in the cold, frost-free moonlight, immersed in the five strings of the pipa, listening to her
Zhao Changyuan's heart swayed with the tinkling music flowing from his sharp fingertips.
No matter what the world is like, this clear and airy little woman will always have an everlasting lingering smile on her fair cheeks. Her clear and clean eyes are so charming to his heart, like a beautiful vixen.
When a man is at his most vulnerable, he is unprepared to be smitten by her enchanting poison.
Every casual word and every self-smiling look seemed to be able to penetrate his most secretive heart and easily stir up his lonely and complicated mood.
In this way, Zhao Changyuan stepped into the inner world of Gong Yueyue's life. From the moment he started to want to know her inner world, he knew that he had already fallen in love with her.
Even now, I can't forget the indescribable feeling of having a skin-to-skin contact with her for the first time in Lingxi Palace, stroking her exquisite figure, and the warm fingertips gently rubbing circles on her smooth and white skin.
, gently kissing the clear and delicate collarbone that he had coveted for a long time, Zhao Changyuan only felt that he was indulged in the red soft jade beneath him, unable to wake up, and unwilling to wake up again.
Staring at the boundless moonlight, Gong Yueyue's dark pupils suddenly reflected Zhao Changyuan's handsome, fair face, with a slight frown on his straight eyebrows.
Gong Yueyue suddenly felt that his frowning look of confusion was very cute. Her petite cheeks couldn't help but evoke a beautiful smile. She gently raised her slender and jade-white fingers like onion tubes and stroked them little by little.
his cheek.
Gently rubbing Zhao Changyuan's slightly frowned eyebrows until his slight worry was smoothed away, Gong Yueyue's tender white fingertips slid over his thick ink eyelashes little by little, feeling their slight trembling, Gong Yueyue was gentle
My mood also started to ripple in clear circles.
Brushing his cheek, Gong Yueyue's snow-white wrists quickly climbed up Zhao Changyuan's neck, gently facing Zhao Changyuan's eyes as clear as morning dew, and her warm and thin red lips slowly kissed his lips.
Her kiss was so fine and light, like the willow wind blowing on the face, and like the mouth of a fish gently sipping the tender skin, moistening Zhao Changyuan's soft red lips.
Her kiss awakened Zhao Changyuan's desires that were suppressed by the heavy state affairs, and he couldn't help but fall asleep on the imperial concubine's bed. The fragrance of plum blossoms mixed with the fragrance of his skin immediately entered the tip of Zhao Changyuan's nose. Gong Yueyue
A peach-like blush appeared between her pure white cheeks.
Suddenly, Gong Yueyue's thin red lips parted from his lips, instantly losing their tenderness. Zhao Changyuan couldn't help but lower his eyebrows and stare into Gong Yueyue's playful eyes.
While he wasn't paying attention, Gong Yueyue looked at his calm and bewildered expression. She smiled heavily and gently bit Zhao Changyuan's cheek. The bite marks of her silver teeth were faintly left on his cheek.
Seeing the beautiful and secret smile on Gong Yueyue's lips, Zhao Changyuan breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "My queen is really a naughty little woman."
As he spoke, Zhao Changyuan's warm palms gently stroked away the fine hair that covered Gong Yueyue's smooth forehead, and a warm and long kiss instantly rested on it.
The other generous palm slid restlessly towards her exquisite figure, and the warm touch also awakened the charm in Gong Yueyue's body. She couldn't help but follow his touch and let out a soft cry, responding to his warm and affectionate response.
A disorganized kiss.
She felt the gauze jade-white spring shirt being slowly untied by his hands, and a cold wind blew in the slightly cold spring night, causing her delicate skin to tremble slightly, and she shrank into his warm embrace.
, like a child looking forward to his strong kisses and touches.
A long time ago, Gong Yueyue gradually fell in love with Zhao Changyuan's slightly aggressive caress. Different from Lin Wei's gentleness, Zhao Changyuan's rich touch made her feel an unspeakable sense of security.
"Yueyue, I love you." Listening to his gentle tone in the ear, the tender silk threads of kissing the petite earlobe spread into Gong Yueyue's heart, and her thin white hands gently caressed Zhao Changyuan's strong back, stroking him
Gong Yueyue couldn't help but press her slightly cool cheek against his broad shoulder.
There was silence for a long time, until the crackling sound of the burning plum blossoms in the incense burner startled Gong Yueyue's thoughts. A slight smile spread on the corners of her rosy lips, and she said softly: "Changyuan, I,
Just like you, I love you deeply."
On this day, the spring rain obscured the bright sunshine that had been shining for days. The patter of rain fell on the glass eaves, creating tiny ripples, which also made people's hearts feel a little tenderness for no reason.
Bai Ji held a silver needle in her hand and was embroidering on a piece of eggshell green brocade laid out on the embroidery table. The clear light slanted softly on her body along the gap of the carved western rainbow window.
The drooping neck shows a beautiful curvature and posture like a swan. A few strands of fine green hair fall gently on the snow-white neck, and there is a gentle thought in it.
Staring at Bai Ji's serious embroidery from a distance, Gong Yueyue gently put Zhong Yue in her arms down on the Phoenix Stone, then squatted down and whispered into his ear. (To be continued)