Qingli looked at Liancheng's leaving figure and felt a little disappointed, but he also knew that now was not the time to recognize each other.

"What are you thinking about?"

Murong Che walked to the bed and raised her chin.

Qingli lowered his eyelashes to hide the sadness in his eyes, "It's nothing."

At this time, Xiyue had delivered the medicine left by Aunt Zhao. After she presented a small blue and white porcelain bottle to Murong Che, she lowered the curtain and led the maids to retreat.

Qingli's face turned red as he looked at the small blue and white porcelain vase and his innocent eyes.

"Don't be afraid..."

Murong Che reached out to hold up her little face, caressed her pink cheeks with his thumb, then lowered his head and kissed her seductive lips.

The petite person was covered by his tall body.

The kiss slid all the way down her neck, chest, to her soft belly, lingered gently for a while, and finally returned to her tender lips.

Murong Che sighed with satisfaction, feeling that his lower body was extremely swollen and painful, so he gasped and whispered in her ear: "Help me take off my clothes."

The hot breath caressed her neck, burning her two little ears pink.

Qingli's trembling hands reached for the belt around his waist...

"Your Majesty."

Xiyue's trembling voice broke the charm of this room.

Murong Che's body stiffened.

Is he still finished? He went soft and hard this night, several times. If he continues to be tortured like this, he will become useless!

"Get out!" he yelled angrily.

Beads of sweat oozed from Xiyue's forehead, but she still had the courage to report: "My lord, Mr. Zhuge and General Cai have come to the palace for an audience, and are now waiting in Zhenghe Hall."

Murong Che's teeth were grinding together making a "squeaking" sound.

After a while, he took a deep breath, got up and got out of bed.

"Be patient and wait for me to come back."

He lowered his head and kissed Qingli, straightened his clothes a little, then opened the curtain and left the palace.

It is now the middle of winter, and the biting cold wind is howling.

Murong Che took a deep breath of cold air, hoping to extinguish the strong anger. However, as soon as he thought of the ecstatic little body waiting on his bed, a fire suddenly shot up in his chest.

The lower part was swollen even more, and the hard penis was there. Fortunately, the thick winter clothes I wore covered this embarrassment.

Murong Che quickly walked into Zhenghe Hall, where Zhuge Xuan and Cai Ming were standing waiting.

Cai Ming saw Murong Che walking with strange posture, and immediately asked with concern: "There is an assassin in the palace. Did the prince hurt his leg?"

"Puch..."

Zhuge Xuan laughed rudely, holding up his feather fan to cover his smiling face, while his two small eyes stared at Murong Che's lower body obscenely.

Cai Ming, Cai Ming, why are you such a naughty kid so honest?

Murong Che's mouth twitched, he sat on the throne with a dark face, and drank several glasses of cold water before calming down his anger.
Chapter completed!