"It seems that the queen has not realized her fault yet."

It made her sweat profusely and gasp continuously. Yinmang's voice was still cold and hard.

He easily regained her back, and this time he aimed at her weak and sensitive waist, poked her big palm out, and scratched her again.

Su Wanrong was so itchy that she was not responding to the sound of the earth. At first, she could barely hold back her laughter. After a short while, she couldn't help but laugh. She laughed and screamed, like a fish that suddenly dehydrated, twisting her body in his arms.

But if she was a poor fish, then Yinmang would be a harpoon, agile and ferocious fisherman.

She could not escape his shackles. Even if she felt that there was no reason for a man torture her at this moment. She had already apologized. What else did he want? She felt wronged and dissatisfied. But after all, a time-knowing person is a hero. When he was touching the soles of his feet and waist, she could not bear it anymore... She had a crying voice in her voice, grabbed his hand and begging for mercy:

"If you say something wrong, I will be wrong. If you don't know what I am wrong, can't you? Let me go quickly and please stop touching me again. Please... please..."

The gentle and charming cry was intermittent, like a curved curve, slowly swinging out along the crack of the door of the Yangxin Palace.

The palace at night was very quiet. Li Deyun, Yi Cui and Ningxiang were guarding the door of the palace without leaving a step. At this moment, listening to the queen's gentle voices circling and echoing in her ears. Even a man like Li Deyun, who could only be considered half a man, felt that his heart was floating around with the ups and downs of crying.

The crying of begging for mercy sobbed for a while, and the smell slowly became sensation. It sounded like crying, but it was mixed with an indescribable taste of joy. The sound was as charming as water, soft and slender as if it could penetrate into the gaps of human bones one by one.

Li Deyun's scalp was numb and she didn't dare to continue listening. She pretended to cough twice and went to the other side to guard.

Yi Cui and Ningxiang have been serving around the Queen's Bedroom, and they are no longer surprised by this sound. At this time, they are only happy for their own Queen.

Just now, when His Majesty left Fengyi Palace, he seemed to be extremely angry. Since he was like the Empress, he must have made a comeback.

**

For two full hours, the violently shaking dragon couch finally stopped.

The candle as thick as a child's arm was still burning and swaying, and the bright yellow bedding was suddenly lifted away. Yinmang turned over and lay down, his bulging and shiny chest was dripping violently, and he gasped in a big mouthful of breath.

Su Wanrong, who was lying beside him, was no better than him. Her beautiful eyes were blurred, her hair was messy, and her tender little face was like a fragile peony hit by the rain, wet and beautiful.

Both of them were a little breathing, and Yinmang took off his energy first. After a while, his expression was much softer than before. At this moment, he held half of her shoulder naked outside the quilt and rubbed it twice, and it was smooth and soft, making people unable to let go.

Su Wanrong was so powerless that she was bullied by him. When she looked up at the man's energetic look, she seemed to be out of breath now... She bit her lip and hit his chest hard.

"You said, are you pretending to be angry and deliberately bullying me?"

After a while of satisfaction, Yinmang's mood was naturally much more refreshed. But now he heard the little girl mentioning it, and the feeling of displeasure was slightly poked out. He snorted coldly, stared at her eyes and said, "I just begged for mercy and beg for joy. I have seen you have not known your mistakes after this."

The big hand holding the shoulders became heavier in vain. Su Wanrong caught her off guard and frowned slightly in pain.

When I recalled the bad things the man had done just now, I was still scared, and my little feet under the bedding subconsciously couldn't help but curl up gently.

I was really angry, but I was afraid that he would use his old trick again, so I would bully her again. So I pouted and muttered in a low voice: "That's because of helplessness... You said you were angry, but you didn't explain why you were angry. I apologized and you didn't accept it. I didn't understand. I'm not the worm in your stomach, so how could you know what you were thinking..."

As the little girl talked, she felt aggrieved. She stared at him with innocent eyes. Yinmang gritted his teeth and turned over and pressed her down.

"When did I tell you that I want to take a concubine? You have a heartless, silly wolf, I love you so much, and no woman dares to send me to me. Do you have me in your heart? Hum?"

The man looked grim and asked him fiercely. Su Wanrong felt very frustrated. She turned her face away and snorted:

"Anyway, you are the emperor. In the future, the three palaces and six courtyards will be surrounded by beautiful families. Even if I don't settle the girls sent by the Empress Dowager today, there will always be other people who will send more beauties to you. Anyway, the more you have, the better, and not one or two are missing."

Yin Mang smiled angrily, leaned down and pressed her to bite her lips hard. The little girl groaned in pain. He then let go and stared at her, "I think about it all day long, and I don't know what I am pretending to be! Since you know that I am an emperor, whether I need to take a concubine or not, I will naturally have the final say in my own words. If you take the initiative to take a concubine for me, see if I will forgive you next time!"

As he said that, he pinched her waist hard.

The man's mouth was not serious. Su Wanrong's lips were bitten through his skin. Now he got another blow on his waist, and his eyes were red because of the pain.

Su Wanrong is a person with vision. Seeing that the man's face was dark, it was obviously a sign of his anger. He didn't dare to provoke him at such a critical moment. He changed his words in a timely manner and said, "It's my own decision, but it's not okay if I do it myself? In the future, no matter whether it's the harem or the matter of taking a concubine, it's up to you. I will not interfere or interfere. You should be satisfied, right?"

Actually, there was nothing to be satisfied with or not.

Only just now did she feel disgusted when she saw her excitedly wanting to take him into a concubine. She subconsciously felt that the little girl had no one inside her heart, so she rushed to push him outside. How could she not be angry?

Now that he has completely cleaned up the person, he is still well-behaved in admitting his mistakes, and his anger gradually dissipates.

At this moment, she lowered her eyes and saw that she frowned with her two thin eyebrows, lowered her head, and was rubbing her small waist silently... She realized that she seemed to have heavier just now, frowned her eyebrows, stretched her arms out, and took the person back into her arms through the bedding. She lay down again.

"Did you hurt?" The voice was still gentle at this moment. He reached into the bedding and covered her tender and boneless little hand, and rubbed it gently twice.

The gentler the man's voice, the more aggrieved Su Wanrong felt. She curled her lips, patted his hand away under the quilt, and turned her back, "It doesn't hurt, you don't need to touch it."

Yinmang didn't care and turned over with her. The man's body was tall and strong, with his long arms spread out, and he easily curled her into a ball of bones and put her whole body in his arms.

He leaned over and kissed her ear. "If you didn't say that just now, I wouldn't be so angry at you. Be good, I will naturally love you, so how could I bear to hurt you?"

As he said that, he ignored her reaction. He covered her waist with a familiar look and kneaded her gently bit by bit. "Will this feel more comfortable, huh?"

The warm and thick palms are covered with a rough cocoon, pressing the most sore part of the waist one after another. The force is quite moderate, but it is actually quite comfortable.

Su Wanrong didn't want to say it. She said it, and she didn't want to make him proud. So she lay there motionlessly, occasionally humming a few sweet words in her nose.

Even if she didn't say it, Yinmang could feel it herself.

He noticed that the delicate body in his arms slowly relaxed, Yinmang smiled and continued to knead his hands gently and said softly: "Don't take the words of the Empress Dowager too much. If she is difficult for you in the future, or wants to stuff someone into the harem, if you can't handle it well, come to me, and I will always make the decision for you."
Chapter completed!