"Xun'er... thank you..." Feng Chun cried with joy, Qian Xun was numb in his arms, not knowing what it felt like.
Thinking of the other male concubines, they left one by one. Some were driven away by her, like Tuoyu; some were driven away by her, like Xia Zhibai; some were abandoned by her, like Feng Canglun...
Life is like a drama.
Qianxun smiled, feeling that Fengchun's heartbeat was so strong and frantic, but a feeling of safety rose into her heart.
Believe it or not, as long as you no longer love others, isn’t it enough? [
"Xun'er, I can't wait any longer..."
Breathing heavily, Fengchun's hot lips sucked her in again. Qianxun quickly pushed him, "Go and lock the door."
When Fengchun heard this, he was overjoyed. He quickly got up and locked the door. The moonlight seeped in through the window. This was the fourth floor. There were no trees outside the window, so there was no need to worry about others peeping.
In spring, thousands of miles of incense are lit.
This spice is Qianxun's favorite, it smells very comfortable.
When he returned to bed, his Xun'er was looking at him with a blushing face.
He knew that she had to find someone to vent her sorrow to, but even if it was venting, he didn't mind.
"Xun'er, something happened!"
"Xiao Xunxun, come out quickly!"
Fengchun's face darkened and he was extremely distressed. Just as he was about to spend this wonderful night with Qianxun, Fan Shui and Nangong Xi unexpectedly started arguing outside again.
Fengchun jumped out of bed angrily, straightened his robes, and strode out, "What are you doing? If you have anything to say, just tell me, Xun'er isn't feeling well!"
Fan Shui and Nangong Xi looked at each other with jealousy in their eyes.
"Huh, how can you care? But, if I tell you, Xun'er won't be able to just sit idly by."
Fan Shui said coldly, biting a stick of grass in his mouth, while Nangong Xi smiled and said, "Xiao Xunxun, someone is pretending to be you and singing in the Chunhua Building opposite!"
Qianxun was lying on the bed, and the fluctuating emotions just now had calmed down. The departure of the male concubine and the pain of betrayal seemed to have passed for a long time, but when Nangong Xi mentioned this matter, it aroused her interest.
Qianxun jumped up, put on her clothes, collected her emotions, and walked out.
The moonlight was like a flower, and the night was dark. I could vaguely hear a woman singing from the Chunhua Tower opposite.
"What kind of woman is she?"
When Nangong Xi saw Qianxun's face was slightly red and her bun was a little messy, she turned her head away unhappily and said nothing.[