Chapter 39

"Don't... there are people outside..." Yan Hongyu was sitting on the windowsill at this time, with her back facing the pedestrian outside, but the collars on her chest were directly lifted by Mo Yan, while she was worried that someone outside would appear, but her body couldn't help but feel numb, leaving her in the sky of ice and fire.

"Don't like me?" Mo Yan's big hand slid into her clothes and ignited the fire unrestrainedly, wandering around, feeling her body trembling slightly due to her caress, but the light in her eyes became darker and darker.

Yan Hongyu's eyes were filled with spring, and the spring colors were everywhere in her eyes. She blushed, "I like... I like... Yu'er likes the most... Your Highness..."

"Then behave and enjoy it!"

The luster in Mo Yan's eyes was getting darker and darker. Yan Hongyu, who was intoxicated by the lust, did not see the sarcasm in his eyes rising, rising, like layers of dark clouds, entangled and unable to dissipate.

It was his interest to train a noble lady from a noble family to her current slutty appearance. He liked to see the process of turning from a jade girl into a lustful girl the most, which was an extremely ridiculous face!

His beautiful little face was dyed with lust and became a puppet in his palm. He could open his body without any shame and indulge in it, becoming unable to escape from his control.

Is there anything more pleasant in this world than this?

The room was moaning like a gentle oriole crying, and the beautiful and moving voices were heard outside the door from time to time. After hearing this, someone showed an ambiguous look. He hugged the beauty beside him tightly and went to his room hurriedly.

Although this is the place where literati and scholars are elegant, the corruption among the nobles is still clear.

Many daughters come here not to discuss chess skills, but to be here all the high-ranking officials and nobles. Anyone who hooks up with them can reach the top in one step.

So this kind of thing has become an unwritten custom here.

...

Mo Huo looked at Yan Hongyu in a mess around him, and was not moved by the traces he left on her. Instead, he pushed her away from her side as coldly as if he had abandoned the goods and put on his clothes calmly...

"Your Highness..." Yan Hongyu sat on the bed and hugged the quilt naked. The spring scenery in her eyes did not dissipate for a long time, and her little face became unparalleled because of this spring scenery.

"Who is the lame woman beside Yan Ziran?" After Mo Yan put it on, he turned back coldly and ruthlessly. It was a couple who had a hundred days of gratitude for a night. For him, this was just a physical need. An instinctive ejaculation would not have any feelings for the woman in front of him.

A trace of disappointment flashed through Yan Hongyu's eyes, but he still answered obediently: "Your Highness is probably my seventh sister... Your Highness, my sister Yan Hongmei has not been cured yet by her. Please make the decision for her!"

Mo Yan's sinister gaze flashed through a touch of interest: "A cripple makes your sister disfigured?"

What kind of personality does Yan Hongmei have? He understands that a cripple can move her?

Yan Hongyu's eyes flashed with anger and bit her finger, "Your Highness, don't underestimate her. She just pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger. Do you know? My sister is jealous of her engagement with the fourth prince, so she puts disfigured medicine in her wine, but in the end no one can understand why Yan Qingyu is fine, but my sister is disfigured and has not yet recovered!"

"That thing is strange. Although I believe a cripple can do such a thing, there is no one else except her!"

Yan Hongyu narrowed her eyes, her beautiful little face was full of murderous intent and anger. She didn't care at all that she was naked. She stood up from the bed, came to Mo Yan, and fell in his arms: "Your Highness, you don't believe that a cripple can kill people, right? A servant in the Prime Minister's Mansion has died recently, do you know?"

Mo Yan subconsciously hugged her hand, and his big hand moved down very restlessly. He looked at the flush on her face and nodded faintly.

"That... the servant... was sent by my sister... However, the servant died... his head was cut off..." Yan Hongyu's face was red and gasped, her body twisted like a water snake, lifting her beautiful little face, and gasping for breath.

"That's why I suspect that she is not Yan Qingyu at all... It may be someone else's spy... Because my sister said Yan Qingyu was actually dead..." Yan Hongyu fell weakly in the man's arms, her body trembling violently, and finally she knelt on the ground weakly and gasped hard.

Mo Yan frowned and glanced at Yan Hongyu who was kneeling on the ground coldly, "Die? Are you sure?"

"I... what my sister said..." Yan Hongyu gasped for help, her face flushed, her hands tightly grasped Mo Yan's clothes, and lay on the ground humbly, like a sympathetic bitch.

Mo Yan narrowed his eyes and suddenly thought of a series of actions that Yan Qingyu had just destroyed her plan. If she was really not the Yan Qingyu she used to, who would she be?

So is it intentional to destroy your plan?

"I have something to do in this palace, let's go first!"

After Mo Yan threw Yan Hongyu down, he almost left the room. Yan Qingyu's face was occasionally flashed in his mind. He always felt that things were not as simple as he imagined.

How credible is Yan Hongyu's words?

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