As soon as Zhao Heng entered the quilt, Song Jianing felt that it had changed from winter to summer. He had just gotten cold and had a small bump. Now it was so hot that he sweated. He hugged her arm on the waist, and he pressed against her shoulders and chest. His breathing on the side of her face was as hot as fire. Song Jianing didn't move. He touched her left arm with his right hand, as if he was checking something.

Song Jianing knew it and said embarrassedly: "Thank you, the prince, it's no longer cold."

Although the prince looked at Leng, he was still so considerate in his memory. When he heard that Leng, he not only covered her with a quilt, but also warmed her with his body.

"Um."

A gentle whistle sounded in his ears, probably close to him, and it was a little gentler than usual. Song Jianing was not so nervous, and waited silently for him to let go of his hand, but Shouwang still hugged her. Song Jianing seemed to understand something, she closed her eyes shyly, and after a while, the earlobe seemed to be gently touched.

Song Jianing instinctively shrank his shoulders, and just slightly, as if something was whispering from his ears to the soles of his feet, and his heart was raised high, and the hot lips slowly moved to her face, saying that kissing is not like kissing, and saying that biting is not like biting. But, what if it is not a kiss? Thinking that the future emperor is actually kissing her, Song Jianing was nervous, honored and sweet. Kissing means that King Shou, also her husband, likes her.

The eyelashes trembled, and Song Jianing carefully held her breath and felt the kiss of Shou King silently. When he looked at people, his eyes were distant, as if they were separated by a sea of ​​clouds, but his lips were very hot, even hotter than her hot face... As soon as the thought fell, the man kissed her lips, and the half sweetness in Song Jianing's heart suddenly turned into tension, and his little hands clenched the mattress.

She didn't dare to open her eyes, only knowing that he was as gentle as water, and only heard a slight shameful pop sound, which was the lips that were stuck on it and separated. The first time Song Jianing was kissed like this was that he was not kissing and moved his hands, nor did he just come up and penetrated her mouth, nor did he breathe heavily, and slowly proceeded step by step.

He seemed to have been so calm all the time, but Song Jianing's breathing was slowly heavier. Because he was too gentle, she clenched the mattress, then tentatively hugged his waist. His body stiffened for a moment, and Song Jianing felt it, so scared that he immediately put down his hand. As soon as he left, his lips tightly pressed against her lips, suddenly bent a curve. It should be, smiling?

Song Jianing secretly opened his eyes, and his long eyelashes brushed his thin eyelids. Zhao Heng opened it, raised his head slightly, and saw her misty almond eyes clearly. Zhao Heng only looked at her without any expression, but Song Jianing thought of the intimacy just now, shyly tilted his head to the side, closed his eyes, and pointed his blushing cheeks at him.

"Can be hug."

When she heard King Shou say this, Song Jianing couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, then obediently hugged his waist again.

Zhao Heng lowered his head and continued to kiss her, only kissing his lips.

Song Jianing vaguely guessed that he probably didn't know how to kiss. He twisted for a while, opened his mouth and swept the tip of his tongue over his lips. He hid back immediately after sweeping. Then he chased after him and his breathing finally became messy. He held her waist with one hand and eagerly untied the belt wrapped around his waist with the other hand.

Song Jianing was a little embarrassed, a little sweet, a little scared, a little expectant, and a little longing. Various tastes mixed with his heat. Her mind was chaotic and acted entirely on instinct. She held his head with her small hands and looked down at him buried in her arms. Thinking that this was the future emperor, the future emperor was actually doing such a thing with her. Before he could do anything, Song Jianing bit her lips and collapsed.

He was confused, noticed his temptation, couldn't find the way, and was anxiously stuck. Thinking of his mother's reminder, Song Jianing hugged him shyly. His back was tight, and with her help, he finally found the right direction, and then he suddenly pressed half over!

Song Jianing's cotton-like body was immediately frozen into ice, and his nails accidentally sank into his back. His teeth bit his lower lip, and tears instantly filled his eyes. Zhao Heng looked at the bottom, and the road was blocked. He hummed and wanted to go further. Song Jianing wanted to endure it desperately, but if he tolerated it, she was afraid that his life would be lost.

"Prince..." Song Jianing hugged him tremblingly. His life was at stake. He had to act spoiled even if he didn't dare to act coquettishly: "Prince, let me slowly..."

She cried and Zhao Heng looked up, and then she saw that her red little face turned white at some point, with two strings of teardrops hanging like pear blossoms, and the tearful almond eyes were looking at him begging. Zhao Heng stopped moving, and his black eyes looked at her with joy and anger. Looking at such eyes, Song Jianing suddenly felt infinite grievance. She felt so uncomfortable, could he not say a few soft words to coax her?

Even the future emperor, but the two are also husband and wife. Do you have to live so depressed in this life?

"It hurts?" She tears more and more, and the spring water surged out. Zhao Heng frowned and asked hoarsely. If she was in such pain, it would be better to stop it. Anyway, he would be too nervous.

Song Jianing closed his eyes and opened his eyes again, squeezed away the tears that had been filled with before. Seeing him frowning, she immediately forgot about her grievances. She was afraid that he would dislike him, so she shook her head and tried to smile. When Zhao Heng saw this, his brows became deeper and he was about to leave immediately. Song Jianing was even more afraid and hugged him in a hurry. In order to prove that he really didn't feel any pain, she took the initiative to greet him.

Zhao Heng's arms were tense and he was about to go with the flow, but he saw that her face turned pale.

He was inexplicably annoyed, pressed her shoulder and prevented her from moving, and said coldly: "No need to force me."

Song Jianing shook his head in panic.

"Why do you cry?" Zhao Heng asked again.

Song Jianing did not dare to lie anymore, but he did not dare to complain to a prince with mouth disease that he would not coax people. He was stared at by his sharp eyes. Song Jianing was afraid that he would see it even if he was at a loss and his eyes suddenly fell on his lips. Although this person was talking little, he was very enthusiastic when he kissed her.

"The prince kisses me..." she said uneasy, afraid that he would refuse.

Zhao Heng was stunned.

Song Jianing lowered his eyes, bit his lip, and plucked up the last trace of courage and said, "The prince kisses me, I won't hurt..."

Zhao Heng didn't believe it, but when he thought that she was really happy to enjoy it when kissing her, he was silent for a moment, lowered his head, and blocked her cold mouth. Song Jianing was looking forward to his coaxing, and he could not speak and use his mouth. He was afraid that he would leave after kissing for a while, so she climbed over his broad shoulders like a rattan.

As she kissed, she slowly relaxed, and he gradually took action. The candlelight swayed, and her vision was blurred. She felt that he was staring at her, rubbing her hands around, and doing things that were not like a god at all. Song Jianing covered her face with shame, and tried to block her elbows, but was pushed away by him domineeringly. Finally, she simply grabbed her hands with one hand and raised them to her head, bullying her fiercely, and no longer cared about whether she cried or not.

During dinner, Song Jianing could see clearly that he had eaten four pieces of venison and drank a bowl of soup. At this moment, he seemed to have turned into a deer, galloping on her with joy. All the gods and thoughtfulness were no longer related to him.

Song Jianing woke up after sleeping for a while, in a daze, feeling like he had broken his body over again and was about to kiss him. Song Jianing was tired and sleepy, and he was not awake at all, so he dealt with him perfunctorily. In just midnight, he knew how to wake her up as quickly as possible, so he lowered his head and went to her arms. Song Jianing "hissed", covered her in a hurry, and complained in a low voice: "It hurts..."

It's about to break the skin.

He changed his place to kiss him.

Song Jianing felt pain everywhere, and was sleepy and forgot his superiority and inferiority. He pushed the person down hard and rolled into the bed with the quilt in his arms. Zhao Heng looked at her in disbelief. As he watched, he heard her long breathing and fell asleep again in a blink of an eye, leaving him alone hanging outside. Zhao Heng reached out and touched her shoulder. He paused and took it back.

After lying on his back, his body calmed down with coldness. Zhao Heng pulled half of the quilt and closed his eyes to sleep.

~

Xiongzhou, thousands of miles away, is also a prosperous place. Merchants from the Great Liao and the Central Plains gather here. Therefore, when the night comes, Xiongzhou still has a good place for men to enjoy. Yaoyue Tower is the best brothel in the city. The girls inside are more beautiful than the other, and even the maids who serve tea and water are beautiful.

In the private room on the second floor, Guo Xiao was sitting north, and four other colleagues in the army accompanied the guests. At this time, there was a beautiful singer by the four of them, only Guo Xiao, and he was the only one alone. After seeing some small movements, either rubbing his chest or pinching his legs, Guo Xiao indifferently retracted his gaze, pouring himself and drinking the wine, all the way through was fire.

Tonight, it was her wedding candle. Just a thought, Guo Xiao's hand suddenly clenched the wine cup, just like he wanted to crush it.

"Criminal, you are all here, so you should order a girl, otherwise we will be restrained." A burly black-faced man instigated. He wanted to go to the room with the beauty in his arms, but the most noble prince did not move, so it was difficult for them to leave.

"Yes, yes, is it because there are too many beauties in the capital, and the prince looks down on the beauties in our Xiongzhou?" Another slightly fat general quipped.

Guo Xiao smiled, put down the wine cup, looked at the second person who spoke and said, "Okay, go and call the top card here, I'll compete."

The fat general was overjoyed and immediately shouted to the outside world that the madam knew that Guo Xiao was noble, so he quickly brought the most beautiful girl Weiyun under his command. The girl Weiyun is eighteen years old this year, with a slender and graceful figure. She stepped in with a lotus step in a white dress, like a fairy descending to earth. Seeing Guo Xiao sitting in the north, her face was cold but suave and noble, Weiyun Xiang's cheeks were red, she stepped forward a few steps and bowed down: "Weiyun has seen the prince."

The other four generals were stunned and stared at Weiyun obsessively.

Guo Xiao held a long hand and a wine cup in the other hand, and looked up and down like looking at the goods. He admitted that this Weiyun was indeed beautiful, but her eyes were not as clear as An An, and she was not as afraid and prepared as An An when she looked at him. Her face was not as fat as An An, and she was chubby as An An, and she had been trying to pinch it, but she never tried to do it. Her chest was not as bulging as An An, her waist was not as thin as An An, and her voice was not as sweet as An An.

No matter how beautiful she is, she is not peaceful.

"Get out." Guo Xiao said coldly before lowering his eyes and drinking.

The author has something to say: Guo Xiaolang: Have you slept?

Zhao Henglong:...

Guo Xiaolang: Have you slept?

Zhao Henglong: No.

Guo Xiaolang: Fuck

Zhao Henglong:...I'm asleep.

Guo Xiaolang: It's very fast, hahahahahahahaha
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