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2. The first night dream of burning lights 2

How could she forget? Her name is Zhang Qingnuo, she is the Zhang Qingnuo of the twentieth century! I still remember that thirteen years ago she had just graduated from the Classical Dance Academy and joined the dance troupe. The weather was not very good that day, but the troupe

She needed to go to the mountains to perform a performance. It rained heavily on the road and the car broke down. She got out of the car and planned to find a place to solve her personal problems, but unexpectedly, the phone came to her mind at this moment.

Opening the old-fashioned flip phone, she saw the name she longed for flashing on the screen. She was an orphan and was sent to a dance academy to study since she was a child. She knew nothing but dancing. But even so, she felt very happy.

Because Luo Chen has always been with her.

Dark clouds were gathering, electricity was weaving wildly, and a huge bolt of lightning streaked across the gloomy sky and struck towards the ground. She only felt that her eyes lit up and she didn't know anything. When she woke up again, her whole body ached. She was completely awake.

Only then did she realize that she had actually traveled through time and came to this place that she didn’t know where or when it was in ancient times. But she heard her father say that this was the Song Dynasty, the Song Dynasty. How many years was it from the time when she lived?

"Amul..."

The murmur in her ears called her thoughts, and she turned her head to look at those light brown eyes like gems. Reflected in the clear eyes was that beautiful face, as delicate as the God of Creation who has worked hard for many years.

It was a fine piece of sculpture. She knew she was beautiful, but she knew very well that she was Han.

In this world, in the eyes of the Mongols, the Han people were as humble as livestock. Therefore, the Khan easily betrothed her to a Han groom, intending to humiliate her and make her understand how low her status was. But

She also understood that even if she was betrothed to a groom, her first night would still be Mongolian.

According to Mongolian rules, the first night of a Han's marriage must be enjoyed by the Mongolian lord. At this time, the man in her body is the owner of the groom she is marrying, and she should be regarded as his prisoner. Her heart gradually begins to feel sad, and she sheds tears.

He stayed without realizing it.

"Amul, don't cry."

The delicate kiss gently wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes, and the warm hands couldn't wait to untie her dress. Her white shoulders were exposed, and her beautiful collarbone was like a butterfly about to spread its wings carved from a simple piece of suet white jade.

"Amul, don't be afraid, I will be gentle."

She put away her tears and smiled as cheerfully as she could, "I'm not afraid, not afraid." She slowly put her arms around his neck. If she was asked to accept the groom, she would be willing to dedicate herself to him. She didn't hate him.

man.

Hu Gechi's body trembled slightly, and the kiss was even more delicate and imprinted on the beautiful and flawless skin. His breathing gradually became heavier, and his fingers touched the red-hot skin along the open skirt. It was as smooth as silk and delicate.

Like jade, warm and moist like water...

"Um……"

A low moan broke the heavy breath, and those beautiful jade-carving hands gently removed his clothes. There were scars on the exposed chest, and soft fingers gently brushed them.

Criss-crossing. "Does it hurt?" Amul's voice was a little hoarse, echoing in his ears like the first bird call in the early morning.

He grabbed her hand, put it on his lips and kissed it gently, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all." He put her hand on his shoulder, "Amul, give it to me, okay? I

, I want, I want you to go crazy thinking about it.”

"Hmm..." There was a faint voice, and she nodded gently, her cheeks as red as if they were dyed with the best rouge. Just like what she just thought, she was willing, although it might only be tonight.

Hello dear friends, this article is a bit slow, with more memories at the beginning, but the latter part is absolutely exciting. This is a historical time travel article, and it contains many stories recorded in our history.


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