Nangong Hao suddenly picked her up and hugged her sideways, Qingshen screamed in fright.
Striding into the inner room, he gently placed his affection on Yan Hong's big penis. Nangong Hao slowly leaned forward. The two of them looked at each other with their eyes and noses touching each other, breathing each other's breath. Gradually, the two of them...
People's breath began to become unstable.
Slender hands gently caressed the slender shoulders, Nangong Hao's phoenix eyes raised lightly, and his deep eyes lingered on Qingshen's chest.
"Nangong Hao!"
This man's words are getting more and more rude! The two of them thought of the scene in Mengtian Town at the same time. Nangong Hao was still thinking about it, and his face was as red as Guan Gong.
Nangong Hao gently pulled the curtain, and the gauze slid down leisurely, covering the whole room.
Outside the courtyard, a group of people with nothing to do could not get in and refused to leave. They waited to see what the so-called "method" that Nangong Hao's good brother Mu Yang thought of was before finishing.
After a while, Mu Yang came over with a smile on his face, holding two wooden basins and holding a few branches that were a little thinner than the woman's wrist. Everyone was confused. What method is this?!
Putting the wooden basin on the ground, Mu Yang put the branches in his hands into the hands of the brothers who still looked confused, and said with a proud smile:
"If we can't get in, let them come out!"
Everyone looked sideways at Mu Yang, looking like an idiot: ‘Come out? How to come out?’ A spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold. At this time, Nangong Hao is willing to come out to be a ghost!!
Mu Yang chuckled, and in the eyes of everyone's doubts, he raised a branch, knocked on the wooden shed and made a strange banging sound, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "There's a fire! Hurry and put out the fire."
"Come quickly! Put out the fire!" In the silent night, the sudden shout immediately pierced the night sky, full of penetration!
Looking dumbfounded at Mu Yang, who was banging the wooden basin and shouting hard, Mo Xiaoxi stroked her forehead and lamented:
"sky……"
How did Nangong Hao make such an idiot friend?!
Nangong Lin was also dumbfounded. Is this the method that Brother Mu said?
Although this so-called method is really idiotic and boring, for a few men who are in high spirits after drinking all night, such a crazy move seems quite attractive.
After several people looked at each other, they actually waved the branches in their hands, banged the wooden basin, and screamed. Mo Xiaoxi and Nangong Lin silently stepped aside and couldn't laugh or cry.
Hearing the shouts, the servants and guards of the Prince's Mansion rushed over one after another, some carrying buckets and wooden basins, but when they saw the scene in front of them, everyone couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
So, in front of the courtyard, a few men were drunk and crazy, and a group of servants didn't know what was going on. In the middle of the night, the prince's mansion became a mess.
The screams outside were like fire and tea, and the house was already full of spring scenery. The clothes on Qingchen's body had already been thrown to the ground by Nangong Hao. He grabbed the thin quilt to cover his body, turned his head slightly, and dodged Nangong Hao's neck.
A gentle kiss, Qingshen breathed slightly and asked:
"There's a fire? Do you want to... go out and take a look?"
The man who was addicted to the warm and fragrant nephrite replied dully:
"Not going."
Today he must make her his woman, and don't try to stop him for any reason; besides, if it really threatens their safety, the palace secretaries will naturally come in and say that such a quarrel must be caused by those idlers!
"but……"
What else Qingshen wanted to say, Nangong Hao slowly tightened his hands, their bodies pressed tightly together, and the hot body temperature made Qingshen's breathing become more and more unstable.
"Let it burn."
Biting Qingshen's shoulder lightly, Nangong Hao's hoarse voice sounded as low as mellow liquor, making people slightly tipsy.
The night is getting darker, the autumn wind is blowing, the water outside the courtyard is rippling, and there are a lot of people! Inside the house, the candlelight is swaying, and people are singing softly!
In fact, no one here knew that Murong Qian was suffering. It wasn't until the next day that they knew that Murong Qian had completely left.