"Brother Four Emperors, has Aunt Min gone to look for you in her dream? Did she tell you Mo Feng's little secret? I should have told you already! Hehe, then Mo Feng is relieved. Come on, lean on Mo Feng again.

As soon as I leaned against him, Mo Feng's body felt very warm."

Holding the beauty's waist and moving it towards him, the boy used his own body temperature to warm the beauty, without fear of being frozen by the beauty's bones, which were as cold as snake blood.

"Um

The coldness in the dream was replaced by the tenderness in the imagination. The beauty gradually relaxed her frowning eyebrows in the dream, and responded slightly to the young man's concern. Her body also moved closer to the young man, with a slender and beautiful leg.

He put it on the young man's body, frightening him so much that he sweated all over his forehead.

"Four, Brother Four Emperors

The beauty's body hung softly on the boy's body.

The beauty's arm reached into the young man's clothes, touched the young man's hot skin exuding lotus fragrance, and found a raised and warm place. She stopped moving, and uttered a few fragmentary words with trembling in her mouth.

'mother concubine

"Well

Somehow, the relationship between the two people seemed to have undergone some subtle changes.

But the young man didn't know where and what kind of changes happened. Slowly and tiredly, he showed a hint of fatigue, yawned and told the beauty a story while falling asleep.

"

The two brothers, Ling You and Ling Wan, who were sleeping in the outer hall and were covered in quilts, opened the quilt together and breathed in the fresh air.

What fun things are these two masters doing?

Even the words you say have such an ambiguous emotional tone?

How can anyone sleep on this New Year’s Eve?

On the morning of the next day, which is the first day of the Lunar New Year, all the princes and princesses will enter the palace to meet the saint to show their greetings and salutes, and to bow before the emperor.

It's a pity that the two young princes of Huanchen Palace surprisingly did not go to see the saint. They lay lazily on the couch and slept until three o'clock in the morning. Lunch time was almost here.

Lingyou and Lingwan got up early and saw that the partition screen in the inner hall had not been hung up. You two looked at me and I looked at you. They thought about what the seventh prince had last night with his big and flat chest.

Words that can be touched, their vision dimmed a bit, and the same question lingered in their minds.

What's the problem?

Even though most of the love stories and secrets hidden in the backyard of the palace are negative and lazy, and can only be understood by vague accounts that cannot be expressed in words, his master

That time with Shao Mingjun, could it be that the master is addicted to eating men and can't let go?

If this is indeed the case, wouldn't it mean that brothers are in chaos?

If something like this happened in the palace, most of them would be lynched, right?
Chapter completed!