Book title: Slave Concubine in the Cold Palace Address: book458235.html Copywriting:----You just need to remember that you are just the most humble bed slave of this king!
Inside the light curtains, he frowned, stroking her body all night long, intertwining their sweat.
================ He hated her, killed her whole family, broke the legs of her aphasic brother, and turned her into a forbidden creature to vent his desires.
She hated him, she killed his concubines, aided his hostility, and poured him a glass of mellow poisonous wine with a sweet smile.
================ She was reborn after bathing in water, and she was able to maneuver around the harem step by step, turning danger into safety, and her every move and every smile was breathtaking.
When the truth is revealed, when he holds her hand and puts on the love chain, can he lock her heart together?
When she truly gave her life, climbed onto his shoulder and tied the love rope, did she really feel that kind of love?
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The pool is filled with steam, and the green bamboo is slightly poured with warm water, creating ripples and filling the room with mist.
The profile of the man leaning against the jade wall of the pool is like a painting, with clear outlines. His slightly raised eyebrows reveal a hint of domineering self-reliance, and his light-dark eyes show no emotion at all. At this time, the crystal water drops
It slowly flows down from his Adam's apple to his waist, and his strong body has graceful lines, rising and falling slightly with every breath he takes.
His slender fingertips picked up a petal of a flower on the water of the pond. Without turning his head, he slightly opened his thin lips and said in a cold voice: "Come here."
After hearing this, the woman standing behind the bead curtain trembled all over. Furong's thin face turned red, her long eyelashes drooped, she bit her red lips, and held the thin silk on her chest with her hands, but she still couldn't block it.
Charming and graceful, her fat-like shoulders were exposed in the air and shrank slightly.
Carefully and with difficulty, he moved forward, each step with difficulty. When he finally reached behind Mo Feiyuan, he knelt on the ground with a plop.
Tears had already wet his face, and he whimpered and said: "My lord, please, don't hurt my brother, please..."
After hearing this, Mo Feiyuan rubbed the petals in his hands and crushed them in his palms. When he turned around, he saw that Mu Qianxue was only wrapped in a thin layer of cloth and her face was powdered. She must have dressed up carefully.
Mo Feiyuan tilted his head, raised the corners of his lips, and said in a calm tone: "If you want to ask this king, do you think you can just shed a few tears? In this king's place, your tears are worthless."
After hearing this, Mu Qianxue's trembling body shook violently, and big tears fell down. The hand holding the thin cloth in front of her chest tightened first, and then slowly loosened it, and the material slipped off in an instant.
On the ground, spread out beside the white legs
She was not wearing anything, her exquisite body was beautiful and sexy, with charming lines, and the sad look in her eyes was very touching. If other men thought about it, they would have breathed quickly and blushed, but Mo Fei
Yuan didn't make any fuss when they met, but he smiled even more disdainfully.
She just looked at Mu Qianxue playfully, pursed her lips and said nothing. It seemed that it was very interesting to see such a provocative body trembling with coldness and shame.
"Your Majesty...ah..." Seeing Mo Feiyuan raise his hand towards her, Mu Qianxue exclaimed. Before she could recover, her white and tender arms were pulled by Mo Feiyuan and she was thrown into the pool, splashing
There was a big splash of water
Mu Qianxue didn't know the nature of water, so she was struggling like this. As soon as she fell into the pool, she choked on her water. She subconsciously wanted to support Mo Feiyuan's body, but before her hand touched the man's body, she retracted it.
With his hands and feet reaching the bottom of the pool, he reluctantly stood up. His charming figure and wet hair made him even more breathtaking.
Mo Feiyuan looked at Mu Qianxue panting heavily, put his hand on his chin and said, "What are you doing standing there? Do you want me to give an order now..."
Before she finished speaking, Mu Qianxue screamed out in surprise, raised her feet and staggered toward Mo Feiyuan with splashes of water, and her little hands trembled due to the cold water and pulled her onto Mo Feiyuan's.
With his arms, he begged in a pleading voice: "Your Majesty, I am willing to do anything. Please don't give me orders. Please..."
Seeing the woman's miserable look, Mo Feiyuan pinched the woman's chin. His eyes seemed to be as flat as water, but there was something incomprehensible in them. He had to break through her dignity before he could...
To ease the grief in her heart, this is what she owes herself, and their family owes them
With a bright tone, Mo Feiyuan came closer, looked at Mu Qianxue's tearful face, chuckled and said: "Please me."
Just four words made Mu Qianxue's already red face turn pale. Although she had expected it, her face was too thin and she was still too embarrassed. She lowered her eyes and did not dare to look at Mo Feiyuan.
He gently took two steps in the water and came closer.
Qianqianyu's hand was holding Mo Feiyuan's arm, and her smooth back was leaning into his arm. There was no strength in her legs, and she could hardly hold on. She raised her face to look at him, and kissed him cautiously with her bloodless lips.
Go up to his chest, go up a little bit, and almost kiss the corners of his lips, but suddenly stop, not daring to move.
"Is this a way to please people? Look at you like this, you don't have the slightest intention of begging for help." Mo Feiyuan's lips curled up into a smile again, and he grabbed Mu Qianxue's hair with his big hands, forcing the pale face
Fenmian got up and looked at the pool water
The water in the pool was clear, although it was a little blurry, but Mu Qianxue could already see that her hair was scattered, her body was exposed, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly, while the man behind her seemed to be okay, with no trace of anything wrong.
Affection
"Do you see clearly?" Mo Feiyuan asked, holding his shoulders and still holding Mu Qianxue's hair.
"No, no..." She said with a face turned away, not wanting to see herself like this anymore, her voice choked with tears.
"Then can you see clearly?" Mo Feiyuan put more force on his hands, and the tip of Mu Qianxue's nose was touching the water, only a short distance away from being immersed in the water.
Looking at the water, the infinite sadness in my heart magnified. I clenched my hands tightly. The desolation in my eyes faded and became sad and desperate. I stopped struggling. Then the water surface reluctantly looked at me, and then at Mo Mo.
Feiyuan said softly: "No."
Her hands were pressed hard again, and her face was half-immersed in the water. Mu Qianxue was so shocked that she immediately struggled hard to escape. She kept waving her little hands and kicked her fair legs vigorously, trying to escape from Mo Feiyuan.
He was restrained and said in a broken voice: "No, no..."
After Mo Feiyuan heard this, he exerted another force with his big hand. Mu Qianxue's head was immersed in the water. He could feel Mu Qianxue's body trembling spasmodically, and then he just let himself hold his hand.
Press deeper
The man chuckled. He wanted to punish this body well. He sent it to the door. How could he not accept it? I was afraid that this man would not be able to bear the torture on the bed.
But Mo Feiyuan didn't know that even after such a short dip, not to mention the torture on the bed, or even the torture in the pool, this man had never experienced it.
As soon as she was pressed into the water, Mu Qianxue took in a desperate breath and clearly felt the warm water flowing into her nose.
This prime minister's daughter, who has experienced the slightest bit of trouble, was pampered by her father every day. She only knows how to act coquettishly, and the slightest frown can scare the maids and servants into kneeling down and begging for mercy. How can she bear such torture?
The small hands that were clenched under the water slowly spread out, and the body became soft, without a trace of strength...
"Hiss——" I felt a chill on my body, as if a huge wave was rolling around me. The hand I was struggling with was suddenly grabbed and strangled on top of my hair, and my whole body fell into a hot body.
"Mu Qianxue, if you want to drown yourself like this, don't you want to please me?" The chuckle and sarcastic words came over, like the sound of rain hitting plantains.
When she heard someone calling her name, Mu Qianxue gasped for air and struggled to open her eyes. First she saw a lean waist dripping with water. She was so panicked that she immediately closed her eyes and raised her face to meet a pair of charming and deep figures.
eyes
His hair was like splashing ink on his shoulders, he was naked, and his sarcastic and disdainful look was so dazzling that he didn't look like a mortal. His strong hands held his wrists, and his arms pinched his waist, completely unable to move.
This handsome and naked man... doesn't look modern...
He raised his eyes and looked around, looking at the large jade bath, the green bamboo on the side and the pale petals on the water. He was also completely naked, hugging the man in front of him inseparably.
, you can even clearly feel the changes under him
"Asshole, let me go, let me go!" Mu Qianxue, who was so embarrassed that she struggled hard to regain consciousness, shouted loudly, resisting the man in front of her.
The classmate who lost the election to her wanted to shake hands with her and insist on dragging her to relax. Unknowingly, she walked to the edge of the reservoir and sat down, but was pushed down by her, but she was obviously splashing in the water.
Why are you here suddenly?
"You want me to let you go?" After hearing Mu Qianxue's words, Mo Feiyuan really let go. His loosened body immediately fell to the hard jade floor of the bath, and his already weak body was knocked
It hurts
His hand was stepped on by him, and his slender fingertips pinched his chin. His handsome face was close to his eyes and he said in a cold voice: "You are so courageous. Have your brain been soaked by water? How dare you use this with me?"
If you speak with a tone of voice, I would like to see how long you can continue to be stubborn."
Before she could regain her senses, she saw him raising his hand to roll up a piece of clothing on the ground and wrapping it around his body. He was carrying her naked body on his shoulders, twisting and kicking her desperately, but she was tied around his waist.
His hands were tied tighter, almost as if he was about to break his waist.
As he strode forward, the jade ornaments on both sides of the railings, the nine-cup bronze tripod, and the carved yellow pear chairs were all of antique color. The servants who had dodged to one side when they saw his naked appearance were also surprised.
It's a long-sleeved coat
Could it be that he had used a corpse to resurrect his soul and time-traveled into the body of a person with the same name as himself?!
When he thought of this in despair, Mo Feiyuan swung his body hard and landed on the delicate satin couch. Seeing his body pressed down, his mind suddenly buzzed, and he raised his foot to kick him without thinking.
It's a vital part, but as soon as the foot was raised, it was strangled and pulled aside
Her head was pressed down by his big hand, and she turned to look at the ivory round mirror at the head of the couch. The stretched-out woman in the mirror was herself. Her long hair, which had always been tied into a ponytail, was spread messily on the bed. Her body was trembling slightly.
He looked shy and anxious, but he was no longer like his usual calm self.
Why would this man do this to himself?
"I really should let Mu Tuohe see how his daughter begged to climb onto my bed, with her limbs spread out as if she was dissatisfied with desire." Mo Feiyuan's words were like gouging out a sharp tongue.
The knife was scratched on Mu Qianxue's heart
"No one wants to climb up to you, let me go, otherwise I will never let you go in the future! Don't tell me to hate you!" Mu Qianxue said with anger, her voice shaking with anger, her eyes burning.
The flames stared at the man on his body
"Hate? I can't ask for more." Mo Feiyuan chuckled after hearing this, and his smooth body moved closer. The hand holding his ankle pulled hard to the side, and his lower body sank against the body that even he was ashamed to touch.
Di'er, staring at himself intently, suddenly sank his waist and slammed into it.
Hiss...it hurts, heartbreaking pain
"Ah... you, you are not a human being, get out!" He was so painful that he could only gasp when he spoke. He looked at him angrily with a trembling voice. He was so heavy that he couldn't move. He raised his back a little, and he applied more force.
As soon as I got up a little, my throat was suddenly strangled, and I couldn't make a single sound.
Surprisingly, he actually tapped his own dumb point. If he had the ability, why not knock himself out directly, trying to blur his mind, but the waves of people on his body hit him harder and harder, as if they were going through him, and the pain was clear and clear.
unbearable
"Mu Qianxue, you still want me to let your brother go? It's ridiculous." Mo Feiyuan said casually, but he put more and more force on his waist. However, despite such vigorous movements, there was no stain in his eyes.
The first half of love is so cold that there is no trace of warmth
He forced himself to take this body, not out of love or desire, but simply to vent!
He hates this body, hates himself for being hit by this body accidentally.
Sweat dripped down, intertwined with the smell of exhaustion after bathing and in the air, the bed shook violently and trembled, the man's low chuckle, gasping, the cold-blooded and ruthless look in his eyes, even the gold-painted paper in his hand
The mattress seems to be humiliating and making fun of itself
It seemed like a century had passed before he sat up from his body, leaned down and looked, wiping the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and was slightly startled when he saw dryness on his fingers.
This person who can burst into tears over the smallest things was so calm that Mo Feiyuan was unexpected. His eyes were full of anger and hatred. He was tired of looking at her pitifully beautiful woman, but she still had such an appearance that made him look at her.
A stagnation
But that lag was just a short moment, and it disappeared completely immediately, and there was another person as smooth as water, as beautiful as the cold prince illuminated by thousands of feet of light.
Without another glance, Mo Feiyuan put on a blue satin blouse and walked towards the door.
Mu Qianxue, who was still lying on the couch, used up her last bit of strength, gritted her teeth, grabbed the ivory carved mirror at hand, and threw it towards Mo Feiyuan.
Mo Feiyuan didn't look back. He raised his hand and twisted his fingers to clamp the mirror easily. He flicked his wrist and threw it back, hitting Mu Qianxue on the back and it was still a little numb.
The feeling of holding her throat disappeared immediately. Mu Qianxue clenched her hands tightly, narrowed her eyes and asked bitterly: "Who are you?"
Mo Feiyuan kept walking out and stepped over the threshold before saying: "Mu Qianxue, don't pretend to be stupid with me, and you just need to remember that you are my lowest bed slave."
Mo Feiyuan went out that day, and Mu Qianxue, who was sitting on the couch, looked at the scattered figures outside, but no one had even stepped foot inside the door in the past three days.
There was no food, no water, and the pain in her body was unbearable. Mu Qianxue's hand grasped the soft material of the gold grosgrain cloth and moved to the window with great effort. She looked at people passing by outside and raised her hand to knock hard.
The sound of knuckles tapping on the window panel was clear, but none of the servants running outside stopped or turned to look at anything.
Thirst, so thirsty that my throat is almost smoking, tortured every inch of my nerves
Mu Qianxue curled her fingers and looked at the bright red blood spots on the gold-painted couch, blooming like flowers. She tried hard to pick them off and wipe them away. This man had forced his body, and now he wanted to take it away.
I'll die of thirst, starve to death here
"Dong, dong..." The sound of the body hitting the door panel rang out.
Mu Qianxue looked around hurriedly and saw that the door panel was shaking slightly. She wanted to turn over and get on the bed, but her exhausted body slipped to the ground as soon as she reached the edge of the cave.
He raised his head and saw the door panel being pushed open little by little. First he saw a porcelain bowl at the door, and then he saw the person crawling on the ground like him behind him.