At this moment, Yuan Hongxi was wearing a snow-white straight-breasted robe. The previously wet hair tips had dried in the warm sunlight. The shiny black hair complemented the mutton-fat jade hairpin on his head. There were a few strands of hair on his forehead.
It was blown away by the wind and looked quite light.
His straight nose bridge and lip color are a bit bright red after passion. His white clothes further accentuate his tall and straight figure. His handsomeness also reveals his innate nobility, which makes people feel unattainable.
, as low as dust.
Muyin nodded, her eyes still wandering around Yuan Hongxi, thinking to stay away from him in the future. As soon as she saw him, she couldn't help but recall that erotic and explicit scene, and then the scene suddenly changed, and Yuan Hongxi was
The person holding him down turned out to be Jiang Songyu himself. The two of them were panting, dripping with sweat, and full of ambiguity...
Hiss... Muyin shuddered, stop it! You can't think about it any more!
After getting on the carriage, the carriage was unusually quiet.
Zhan Shao'an felt bored and panicked, and asked, "How did you get rid of the poison? What kind of poison was it?" It's strange to say that the atmosphere between these two people was completely wrong after they were detoxified. Could it be that they had a quarrel?
"Poison, poison..." Muyin hurriedly replied, fearing what Yuan Hongxi would say, her face turned red from suppressing it, and goosebumps appeared on her body again when she thought of a dignified man being pressed by the prince, "Xi
My lord, he jumped into the stream and used his inner strength to force himself out..." As she spoke, her voice gradually dropped, and she looked at her nose with her eyes and her heart with her nose.
Yuan Hongxi frowned, thinking that Muyin's name for him had also begun to change.
Zhan Shao'an also felt strange, but he didn't ask any more questions. There was silence in the car again.
Staggering all the way, with the clatter of horse hooves, we arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion before we knew it.
Muyin lowered his head, said goodbye to Yuan Hongxi, and ran away as fast as he could without even looking at him. Zhan Shaoan saluted Yuan Hongxi, and just as he was about to follow Muyin in, Yuan Hongxi's words fell on his face.
In the ear: "Mo Shaoxia has already told me that I will help with this matter."
Zhan Shao was at ease. He smiled at Yuan Hongxi, nodded solemnly, and entered the house. He heard Yuan Hongxi's voice from behind: "Guard Zhan, today is Xu Shi."
He understood it and everything seemed to go smoothly.
After entering the house, Muyin fell down and couldn't get up. She ordered Xing'er to close the doors and windows so that not even Wan Peining could get in.
"Yin'er, did Prince Xi give you any trouble?"
"Yin'er, can you open the door and let mother see you?"
"Yin'er, mother has stewed lotus seed soup for you, come out and drink it..."
This series of calls were in vain. Wan Peining sighed, shook her head and left Muyin Courtyard with tears in her eyes. Her daughter must have been humiliated by Yuan Hongxi. Who knew that Yuan Hongxi had a dark side and her daughter fell into his trap?
He must have suffered humiliation on his hands.
Alas...my poor child.
After Wan Peining left, Zhan Shaoan sat down outside the door.
He leaned on the railing, took out a recorder from his pocket, and wiped it carefully.
Muyin hid under the quilt, secretly leaving a ray of light, and she could just see the lines on her body. She was about to come out.
She gently pinched the powder with her fingers, and her whole body trembled slightly. Thinking of the feeling of Yuan Hongxi's tongue resting on it, she felt that her cheeks were very hot, and she turned red without even thinking about it.
No! She is obviously a man, okay! The soul is a living man! How can you indulge in this absurdity!
Muyin was excited, quickly pulled up his clothes, and finally squeezed twice.
Sigh... Is it a good thing or a bad thing to be touched by a beautiful woman every day? At this moment, Yuan Hongxi was wearing a snow-white straight-fronted robe. The tips of his previously wet hair had dried in the warm sunlight, and his glossy black hair and hair were...
The mutton-fat jade hairpins on the top complement each other, and a few strands of hair in front of the forehead are blown away by the wind, making it look quite light.
His straight nose bridge and lip color are a bit bright red after passion. His white clothes further accentuate his tall and straight figure. His handsomeness also reveals his innate nobility, which makes people feel unattainable.
, as low as dust.
Muyin nodded, her eyes still wandering around Yuan Hongxi, thinking to stay away from him in the future. As soon as she saw him, she couldn't help but recall that erotic and explicit scene, and then the scene suddenly changed, and Yuan Hongxi was
The person holding him down turned out to be Jiang Songyu himself. The two of them were panting, dripping with sweat, and full of ambiguity...
Hiss... Muyin shuddered, stop it! You can't think about it any more!
After getting on the carriage, the carriage was unusually quiet.
Zhan Shao'an felt bored and panicked, and asked, "How did you get rid of the poison? What kind of poison was it?" It's strange to say that the atmosphere between these two people was completely wrong after they were detoxified. Could it be that they had a quarrel?
"Poison, poison..." Muyin hurriedly replied, fearing what Yuan Hongxi would say, her face turned red from suppressing it, and goosebumps appeared on her body again when she thought of a dignified man being pressed by the prince, "Xi
My lord, he jumped into the stream and used his inner strength to force himself out..." As she spoke, her voice gradually dropped, and she looked at her nose with her eyes and her heart with her nose.
Yuan Hongxi frowned, thinking that Muyin's name for him had also begun to change.
Zhan Shao'an also felt strange, but he didn't ask any more questions. There was silence in the car again.
Staggering all the way, with the clatter of horse hooves, we arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion before we knew it.
Muyin lowered his head, said goodbye to Yuan Hongxi, and ran away as fast as he could without even looking at him. Zhan Shaoan saluted Yuan Hongxi, and just as he was about to follow Muyin in, Yuan Hongxi's words fell on his face.
In the ear: "Mo Shaoxia has already told me that I will help with this matter."
Zhan Shao was at ease. He smiled at Yuan Hongxi, nodded solemnly, and entered the house. He heard Yuan Hongxi's voice from behind: "Guard Zhan, today is Xu Shi."
He understood it and everything seemed to go smoothly.
After entering the house, Muyin fell down and couldn't get up. She ordered Xing'er to close the doors and windows so that not even Wan Peining could get in.
"Yin'er, did Prince Xi give you any trouble?"
"Yin'er, can you open the door and let mother see you?"
"Yin'er, mother has stewed lotus seed soup for you, come out and drink it..."
This series of calls were in vain. Wan Peining sighed, shook her head and left Muyin Courtyard with tears in her eyes. Her daughter must have been humiliated by Yuan Hongxi. Who knew that Yuan Hongxi had a dark belly and her daughter fell into his trap?
He must have suffered humiliation on his hands.
Alas...my poor child.
After Wan Peining left, Zhan Shaoan sat down outside the door.
He leaned on the railing, took out a recorder from his pocket, and wiped it carefully.
Muyin hid under the quilt, secretly leaving a ray of light, and she could just see the lines on her body. She was about to come out.
She gently pinched the powder with her fingers, and her whole body trembled slightly. Thinking of the feeling of Yuan Hongxi's tongue resting on it, she felt that her cheeks were very hot, and she turned red without even thinking about it.
No! She is obviously a man, okay! The soul is a living man! How can you indulge in this absurdity!
Muyin was excited, quickly pulled up his clothes, and finally squeezed twice.
Sigh... Touching the body of a beautiful woman every day, is it a good thing or a bad thing...
