Before Xuanyuan Aolin stepped into the door, he heard a burst of sweet singing coming from the Longlin Hall.
The voice was pure and the tune was novel, something he had never heard before.
As I listened, I became more curious about the woman inside.
Suddenly, he thought of something, his eyes narrowed, and a trace of disdain flashed through him.
Today he turned over Concubine Li's jade sign to invite her to sleep with her. Could it be that the woman inside was her?
He only met her twice, the first time when he was twenty years old.
She followed the Prime Minister into the palace, and he glanced at her from a distance on the throne of Xuanyi Palace.
I vaguely remember that she has a sweet face and has learned a lot.
At that time, there were many such women in his harem, and they did not attract him too much.
The second time was the general election, and she was selected to enter the palace. She talked and sang a song behind the screen, and the tune was extraordinary.
He only gave her the title of concubine in a hurry, and did not recruit her to sleep with him after that.
So what if her father is the prime minister?
I just want to embarrass Yun Yifan.
According to rumors, after she met him when she was thirteen, she threatened not to marry anyone who was not his husband.
Is it true that she tried her best to attract his attention tonight as rumored?
If it was before, he would have taken it for granted, but now her father died unjustly.
If she can do this, it's not just as simple as competing for favor.
He snorted coldly, so what, wouldn't it be fun to tease a kitten that doesn't have claws yet?
Unconsciously, he smiled evilly, curled his lips and walked in quietly, but the smile did not reach his eyes...
What comes into view is a pair of flawless snow-white jade feet, so delicate that you can't put them down.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s too comfortable, but my toes are slightly turned up, which is cute and cute.
The ten toes are all painted light red, like ten small petals.
Looking upward, I saw a small section of beautiful calves.
Her calves were slender but not emaciated. With gentle pressure on her ankles and calves, she turned over.
The embroidered skirt of the outer robe was lifted up, revealing the red gauze as thin as cicada wings.
What is looming is a pair of beautiful legs carefully carved as perfect as mutton-fat white jade, slender and even, as crystal clear as snow.
No skilled craftsman can sculpt such a beautiful sculpture with such perfect proportions.
He felt a tightness in his lower abdomen and secretly cursed his extremely strong self-control. Why did it fail with this woman?