"Repeat what you just said in the main hall." Beiming Liancheng spoke in a tone that was particularly like that of a person in power in post-modern Shanghai, elegant and cold.
Nangong Baiye smiled, bent his beautiful eyes, and said as if he was reciting poetry: "Senior brother's excellence is obvious to all the people in the dynasty. Master always praises him in front of me."
After Beiming Liancheng heard this, he laughed angrily: "That's not the sentence, it's the other one."
Nangong Baiye didn't think about it and continued: "I personally feel that his attainments in some aspects have reached a certain level that no mortal can surpass..."
Beiming Liancheng tilted his head and furrowed his thick eyebrows, thinking no, he couldn't just be fooled by her. This woman simply did it on purpose. She only picked what he liked to hear and said nothing about the things he didn't like to hear.
Nangong Baiye raised her head and glanced at him, then took advantage of the opportunity to move, keeping her head raised. His hair hung down on her face, itching.
"Sit down." Beiming Liancheng ordered coldly, still a little impatient.
Nangong Baiye straightened his sitting posture at once: "Senior brother, do you have anything else to ask?"
"What I want you to repeat is the part about choosing a concubine." Beiming Liancheng took out his hand, patted her little face, and smiled with two white teeth: "Don't change the topic."
Nangong Baiye awed and asked, "The excellence of His Highness the Seventh Highness is beyond my reach. After all, I have been married before, and it is not in line with the rules to marry into the palace. What is this?" After saying this, she frowned: "
What’s wrong with this sentence?”
"What's wrong?" Beiming Liancheng just bent his thin lips, and coldness overflowed from his eyes: "You are still lying now, aren't you afraid that I will punish you for deceiving the emperor?"
Nangong Baiye looked at him silently and said nothing.
Beiming Liancheng's men used their strength and pressed her on his long legs with a big palm: "Don't you want to enter the palace and become a concubine?"
"I..." Nangong Baiye's heart beat out of rhythm, what was this man doing! He didn't hate others touching him the most...
"What are you? Huh?" There was a painful numbness on her neck, and the sharp teeth touched her beating pulse. He just carried her from behind, nibbling on her neck carefully, and the breath itched.
Blowing in the ears will only make people feel weak and weak.
"Senior brother..." Her cold voice was a little hoarse, because his hand was reaching out from the hem of her skirt, rubbing her long legs lightly or heavily, and streams of heat flowed through his fingertips.
Drilling into every pore of her body, she couldn't help but tremble: "Don't do this..."
"What's wrong?" He pressed behind her ear, pressed his chest tightly against her back, and laughed coldly. His rough palms slipped between her legs and wreaked havoc on her tender skin.
, the hot and rough palms caressed her delicate skin, and the coldness on his fingers made her feel a sense of danger that she had never felt before.
She bit her thin lips tightly, resisting the numbness, and blocked those evil palms: "Yes, I really don't want to enter the palace and become a concubine."
"Oh, you knew I wanted to choose a concubine, but you didn't want to enter the palace as a concubine." He could clearly feel her rejection from her stiff body language, and there seemed to be a coldness in her elegant smile.
The coldness: "Junior sister, have I ever said that you are not smart at all?"
The fingers were as cold as ice, and when they touched the warm and soft skin, they pinched her and she shrank back: "You never said I wasn't smart, you ever called me a fool."
"You are worse than an idiot." Beiming Liancheng squinted his eyes and nimbly opened her underwear with his fingers.
Nangong Baiye was like a cooked shrimp, curled up in his arms, her fingers trembling, but unable to move. The sound of friction between clothes seemed to be much louder in the ancestral hall that was thick with sandalwood.
He held her waist with one hand, and acted so arrogantly with the other hand. It was a move that made people blush, but what he did seemed to be natural.
It's just that the temperature coming from my fingertips is too cold, numbing.
Nangong Baiye looked at his exposed belly, his face turned red, and he tightened his limbs and clung to him, like kudzu climbing around a tree, and his heart beat powerfully against his chest. The blood slowly flowed down his body, all over his body.
The heat is concentrated in one place,
The heartbeat was getting louder and louder, and the breathing was hot and heavy. I couldn't tell whether it was hers or his.
Nangong Baiye clenched his small white teeth: "Beiming Liancheng!"
"Huh?" The man smiled and said in a deep voice, "Your ears are even red. It seems that humans like this."
Nangong Baiye wants to say that you are the only one who likes you because you are a gangster, and your whole family likes you!
"Senior brother, I know it's my fault this time."
Beiming Liancheng raised a nice eyebrow, and kept moving, with a smile on his lips, as if you just say it and I'll listen.
Nangong Baiye took a deep breath: "I shouldn't have made your concubine selection ceremony such a mess, nor should I have concealed the purpose of entering the palace from you. In fact, I am so bold because I know it is you. If it were changed
I wouldn’t dare to make such a fuss with others.”
"And..." Nangong Baiye muttered in a low voice: "If you really want to marry Nangong Rui'er, just announce her to the palace. What are you doing here to vent your anger on me?"
Beiming Liancheng's movements suddenly stopped, with a smile in his eyes and a fierceness: "Is this what you want to say? You want me, Xuannan Gong Ruier, to enter the palace?"
Nangong Baiye opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he was pressed against the stone pillar. His mouth was blocked by the soft object that was pressed down. The touching lips suddenly parted the teeth slightly, and his lips and tongue were soft and fragrant.
She was stunned, her thin lips slightly opened, and with this opening, he inserted his bloody tongue deep into her. The numbness that covered her whole body made her tremble.
His tongue touched hers, and after a tentative touch, he began to stir wildly, as if the air in his chest had been sucked out.
My mind is blank.
dizzy.
Her wrist was tightly grasped and pressed tightly against the wooden post, leaving no room for her to struggle.
Just like the last training session in the forest.
He raised his head and looked at her slightly swollen lips: "Do you still want me to choose Nangong Rui'er to enter the palace?"
Nangong Baiye's dark eyes and black hair were half lowered: "How do you want me to answer?"
Beiming Liancheng sneered: "Lift your head, don't pretend."
Nangong Baiye dared to look at him now, with a bit of anger in his eyes: "Who is pretending? Damn it! My legs are so weak from your kiss, Beiming Liancheng, let me tell you, I have tolerated you for a long time!"
Beiming Liancheng's hand stiffened.
Slowly...
Slowly let go of the person.
With his eyes downcast and cold, he suddenly turned into the aloof Seventh Prince...