A little later, the woman left and came back, holding a set of clothes in her hand.
Such indecent clothes... The Queen took a look at them and felt something was very wrong.
Fujiwara Izaya saw her reaction in his eyes, and then put on an annoying young master look. He said in a tone that was both commanding and mischievous: "Madam, hurry up and put it on."
"Look, the moon is so full today." The royal lady pointed her white fingers out the window.
"Do you want me to help you take off your clothes?" Fujiwara Izaya's face turned cold.
"Master..." The imperial concubine wanted to impress him with a beautiful smile, but it had the opposite effect and turned into a look of mourning.
Immersed in the wonderful joy, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly stretched out his left fist in front of her eyes, raised his index and middle fingers and said, "Do you still remember the feeling of this?"
"Ah, don't talk nonsense." The royal lady grabbed his finger, and her neck turned red all of a sudden.
In order to cover up her panic, she grabbed his hand in a panic and said, "Don't mention this kind of thing again!"
Fujiwara Izaya pursed his lips and smiled, and put his face against it: "Then change your clothes, change in front of me."
"Master, do you want to see me changing my clothes?"
"Do you still have to ask?"
"How disgusting! I never dreamed that the young master would be such a person." The royal lady looked at him sadly, her cheeks flushed.
"This is definitely a forced order. To be honest, you have to listen to me on this matter. After all, I am the young master and the master. And you are just a bad woman who came uninvited..."
The imperial lady lowered her eyes and fell silent.
In this way, Fujiwara Izaya simply showed the wanton attitude of a young master and forcibly opened her belt. Now she suddenly became weak again, and her lowered eyes became even more charming. Fujiwara Izaya looked at it while pulling off her clothes.
She, her face shook slightly from side to side, and a blush appeared again.
After peeling off the coat, the royal lady wearing black lace underwear has a very plump body. The strong and slender legs, supporting the perfect body, give people a balanced and dangerous feeling, and also a kind of heat wave that makes people feel
A tropical atmosphere that has changed.
Fujiwara Izaya took the new clothes and slowly put them on for her.
His fingers traced her delicate skin.
Just like the light and delicate leaves, elegant and somewhat frivolous.
Her waistline is charming, her buttocks are upright and elastic, and her feminine movement makes people's hearts flutter.
"Huh-" Fujiwara Izaya blew into her ear from behind.
That perfect body trembled visibly, making him laugh triumphantly.
When helping her tie her belt, Fujiwara Izaya's fingertips traced her goosebumps on her lower abdomen. Every part of her body was soaked with her mature charm and exuded her noble temperament.
The swaying candlestick emits a yellow light like a specimen flower.
In such a scene, the barely clothed royal lady began to dance gracefully.
She was extremely graceful and youthful, but her clothes were extremely thin, barely covering a few important parts. The ribbons wrapped around her slender arms, like lotus roots, flipped and danced beautifully.
The fiery red clothes, like flying butterflies, kept passing before my eyes.
Her pink skin was as dazzling as snow, and the layers of thin red gauze hanging down rotated with her figure. The thinness was full of charm and charm. However, what was different from this charming dress was that she wore a dynasty-symbol on her head.
Phoenix crown.
Fujiwara Izaya drank sake one sip after another.
The royal lady danced a dance drama with eight acts called "Sketches of Poppies".
The script of the dance is the famous tragedy of Xiang Yu and Yu Ji in ancient China.
The last scene shows Yu Ji drawing a sword and stabbing her chest, being held in Xiang Yu's arms, and dying while listening to the song of homesickness.
Lights and candle shadows.
The jumping woman is like an elf in the light.
Looking at the graceful dancing figure, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly thought that Xiang Yu, who was watching Yu Ji's performance, also committed suicide by the Wujiang River not long after.
Just dance.
The wind happened to blow.
The royal lady stopped dancing.
The face with red lips and white teeth, and the delicate snow-white skin bloomed like a flower.
At this time, she was holding the phoenix crown with one hand, and her right leg was in a resting posture, with her toes pointed outward. This posture was like that of a dying dancer, and her world-famous face when she smiled looked like a dynasty.
When a woman reaches her end, she thinks of the dignity of the past and the cruelty of reality, feeling confused and sad.
"Master, I have to go back." The royal lady knelt down and bowed slowly.
The quaint lines outlined on her eyebrows drooped down, and the golden phoenix crown covered her world-famous face. On the surface, she was really a poor woman who only did business. In order not to be tainted by the bully young master, she worked hard
I want to escape from here. However, between the lowered eyebrows, there is an ambiguous smile. It has the noble phoenix of the queen, but also the frivolity and teasing of a customary woman. This smile is that she is about to give a certain young man light and graceful.
gift.
Fujiwara Izaya ate the food silently.
Good wine, good food, and beautiful widow performances, this life is so wonderful.
The royal lady covered her mouth with a handkerchief, as if suppressing her sobs, lowered her head and hurried out the door. However, when she was about to run to the door, a pair of hands came around her from behind, like a big
The net trapped her like that.
"Master..." the imperial lady shouted in panic.
The next second, her feet suddenly jumped into the air, and she was carried back to the tatami.
Fujiwara Izaya let her sit in his arms, lifting her chin with his fingertips, as if watching a frightened little animal.
"The food isn't finished yet," he said.
"I'll just stay with you, but please don't touch me..." The concubine took the chopsticks with one hand to pick up the sushi for him, and with the other hand, she picked it up and fed it to his mouth.
Fujiwara Izaya took a bite of sushi and looked at the wine cup.
The imperial lady meekly poured another glass of wine and brought it to him.
"I'll drink half." Fujiwara Izaya took a sip and pushed the glass to her lips, "You drink the rest."
The cold touch of the ceramic wine glass was very comfortable. The Queen's lips gently kissed the edge of the glass. After a slight struggle, she stuck out her tongue and licked the remaining half of the wine clean bit by bit like a puppy drinking water.
"What a smart woman." Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but hold her hand.
Immediately, the fingers of the imperial concubine immediately hooked his hand, but Fujiwara Izaya broke away and held her entire palm tightly in his hand, almost as hard as crushing the soft little hand.
The imperial lady did not cry out in pain.
She just raised her noble face slightly, and delicate tears flowed from her eyes.
Under the illumination of the candlelight, Fujiwara Izaya saw the crystal tears in her eyes, and felt tremendous psychological satisfaction. Obviously the imperial concubine was pretending, but he expressed that he wanted to make the decision. She did not object, but
With a pitiful look, she told him to be careful not to hurt her.
Her response was enough.
"Master," the imperial lady twitched her hand slightly, "it hurts~"
"Because I love you so much." Fujiwara Izaya said seriously.
"Yeah, I'm just a geisha, and a single mother with children..."
"My last name is the same as the child's."
"Don't take pleasure in me..." The royal lady shook her head reluctantly.
Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and sniffed her neck: "Why would I take such a thing to make you happy..."
"Well...it's disgusting, I can't bear it..."
As he rubbed her neck, the royal lady now felt warm all over her body and seemed a little drunk.
Her white and tender neck was originally covered with a layer of light red rouge. Now the rouge was covered with lip marks. The picture was really suggestive. She pushed Fujiwara Izaya away with her hands from time to time.
His face showed a charming look in his eyes.
"It's very late... The main banquet is about to begin. If you don't host it, what's the point of bullying me here..."
The imperial concubine begged for mercy with a trembling voice, but Fujiwara Izaya ignored her.
The harder she struggled, the tighter she was held.
"You will be exhausted if you do this..." the royal lady said with a tone of painful joy, "It's not easy for me to lie here. As a host, how can you bully a guest like this...
"
"Master is overwhelmed by your majesty, so he wants to bully you." Fujiwara Izaya said teasingly.
The imperial lady burst into laughter for no apparent reason.
The fluttering eyelashes seemed to be oiled, shining with a charming color.
"Because I'm majestic, you have to bully me; because I'm beautiful, you have to get me... Wuwu, it's so bad, you will get stabbed like this..." The Queen's wife raised her tone and used words.
It's very lazy and doesn't sound like a curse at all.
Beautiful and gentle things can blend in with each other, creating an indescribable sense of intimacy between them. Fujiwara Izaya's winks, smiles, and almost obscene movements all became cute to her.
.
It's almost eight o'clock.
The room became quiet, and Madam Gozen panted next to Fujiwara Izaya.
She was breathing heavily, her skin color was as red as the mountains and forests in autumn, and even her fingertips were stained with autumn. The luster of her skin was like the tropical fruits sold under the shade of albizia trees. The fruits were already ripe.
It is transparent and water can be squeezed out with just a pinch.
The plumply expanded breasts and the back are half exposed.
The bag of the dress is tied around the back of the neck, separated to the left and right and connected to the waist. The straight and sexy back groove is connected to the tailbone above the buttocks, and even the secret small pool-like part can be seen. The round buttocks
Covered by red tulle, it looks like a full moon shrouded in blood mist, looking coquettish and beautiful.
That delicate skin does not reject air and water, it is as moist as the petals of amber orchids.
Looking at the slender bones from a distance, when Fujiwara Izaya touched them with his hands, he realized that they were actually well-proportioned and strong.
"It's time to go back." He said.
"Yes." The royal lady breathed a sigh of relief.
She was waiting for this sentence.
Scumbags are very good at pushing their limits.
She was afraid that if she stayed for another half hour, her whole body might collapse, let alone her mouth.
In the flickering lights, the royal lady took off her red gauze skirt and put on the same dress. When changing clothes, she raised her hands to push up her beautiful black hair, and her already proud bust was pulled by this movement.
The size of her lower arms was a bit exaggerated. When she raised her hands, the scenery in her armpits was also unobstructed. The skin there was no different from anywhere else, as seamless as milk.
Such a body can surely produce many healthy children.
After changing his clothes and adjusting his skirt, the royal lady gave him a wink.
Only when she squeezed hard, small wrinkles that were usually invisible would appear faintly in the corners of her eyes.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at her and sighed in a hoarse voice: "With a body like this, I can definitely give birth to many healthy children."
"?"
The imperial wife, who had just recovered from the afterglow, couldn't help but turn red again.
She just raised her bare feet, pressed them hard on his lower abdomen, stepped hard a few times, and angrily shouted: "A little boy with a big ass like you, how much storage can your body have? You still want me to be pregnant with your child
?Go and die now..."
When I danced just now, I was barefoot.
The originally pink soles were covered with dust and looked less cute. After Fujiwara Izaya was stepped on a few times, he picked up the handkerchief from the table, asked her to sit on the desk, and wiped her feet himself.
Is this love?
The royal lady put her hands on the table and raised her face with a smile.
The posture is like a beautiful white bird playing against the backdrop of the Hakone mountains.
As he carefully wiped her feet, the royal lady thought about a series of things.
I imagine the end of the world when nectar falls from the sky, recall the scenes of riding in the mountains in elementary school, etc... Thinking of these things, even my consciousness becomes hazy. All the past experiences of melancholy fighting against my own desires,
He is powerless in front of this healthy and handsome little mountain god.
After wiping her feet, Fujiwara Izaya put her legs on his lap and put white footbags on her delicate feet.
"Hey!"
"What?"
"Are you in love with me?"
"What kind of love?" Fujiwara Izaya helped her put on her footbags and put her hands in her pockets.
As if amused, the imperial lady picked up the last piece of sushi on the porcelain plate and tossed it up briskly: "You are allowed to eat it only if I say I love you."
"Yes, it's love." Fujiwara Izaya caught the sushi with his mouth like a naughty puppy, grunted, and swallowed it directly into his stomach.
The royal lady clapped her hands with satisfaction: "Let's go."
She led the way, and Fujiwara Izaya slowly followed behind, greedily recalling her appearance just now. That extremely charming and changeable style must be put into his heart intact as soon as possible and treasured forever.
There were no people on the night path going forward.
The noise coming from the distance seemed to indicate that the banquet was about to begin. Fujiwara Izaya decided to take advantage of the dim night to cleverly hide his heart and sneak back quickly.
The imperial concubine, who was wearing a neat kimono, was walking in front at a leisurely pace.
Fujiwara Izaya walked two steps faster and passed her, and soon arrived at the shrine in the atrium. He planned to go to the inner courtyard to change clothes now. To go to the inner courtyard, he had to cross the suspension bridge at the end of the road, and the dim lights shone on Zongheng.
On the staggered wooden boards, as long as someone looked from above, he would definitely be able to see him and the royal wife walking together.
Fujiwara Izaya made up his mind to escape first.
However, at this moment the imperial lady suddenly called him, and he had no choice but to stop.
Although looking back, he might have been scolded by Mrs. Mei Ke tonight, he still stopped and waited for the Queen.
The brave mountain god is not afraid of suffering.
Go!
After a while, the calm voice of the royal lady came from behind him.
"Why are you walking so fast?"
"I need to pee." Fujiwara Izaya turned around.
The royal lady's red belt looked particularly bright under the reflection of the stone lantern.
"You're afraid that you'll be discovered walking with me, right?"
Just like arranging the white Go pieces, the concubine accurately stated the intrinsically connected things.
"There's no other way. Who can help you all join together to form a table of mahjong?" Fujiwara Izaya smiled helplessly.
"I don't care."
The royal lady said.
This time, her voice sounded at the edge of Fujiwara Izaya's ears, and he felt bursts of hot breath on his cheeks. Then, his neck was hugged by the royal lady from behind, and slightly cold nails touched his neck like sharp blades.
aorta.
There was an inexplicable chill coming over me.
Fujiwara Izaya shuddered a little to show respect.
At this moment, the royal lady suddenly turned to the front, unusually quickly, without arousing his thoughts.
"I feel very happy when I think about your wedding night being ruined by me." The royal lady lowered her head, not letting him see her expression, "Also, I recorded everything I said today, so you have to be careful.
Yo. If you make me unhappy by serving you in the future... Hmm? Do you know?
As she spoke, the imperial lady stood on her tiptoes slightly.
The clogs trembled and made a slight sound, and the whole weight of her body leaned over, and Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but hugged her. Her hair, which was darker than the night, blocked her face, and only the perfume flowing from her neck was
The taste is very clear.
"Let's see who gets to kneel down first!" Fujiwara Izaya kneaded her butt into various shapes before pulling her onto the suspension bridge.
The dim light of the ever-burning lamp in the bedroom illuminates the path at your feet. Stone lions, golden horizontal plaques, reliefs of dragons breathing fire, etc. all appear in the field of vision one by one. White slips of paper hanging on the evil-proof straw rope in front of the door, leaves of poplar trees, etc.
The shadow is beautifully reflected on the white stone steps.
After crossing the suspension bridge, the two looked at each other in front of the inner courtyard door, and then walked away separately.
In the darkness, Fujiwara Izaya stopped, and the lady behind him also paused as if she had a telepathic connection.
"What about next time?"
"Kyoto!"
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In the inner courtyard of the palace late at night, there are sparse lights.
Fujiwara Izaya acted like a thief, looking left and right, and tiptoed all the way back to his room. It was already half past eight, and he had to change clothes quickly to go down to the atrium for the dinner, otherwise he would be completely
Disdained by all female creatures in Yushan.
However, he had just changed his clothes and pushed out the door.
This point should have been Kawashima Miji in the atrium, but she slowly walked towards him from the other end of the corridor.
Her posture is dignified and her steps are steady, and you can barely feel her body shaking as she walks.
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but hold his breath.
Tonight, Mrs. Mei Kee is dressed in a gorgeous phoenix crown.
The floor-length skirt is dotted with golden flakes. From the chest to the hem of the skirt, the gold and silver silk thread embroidery is dazzling. The lower end of the skirt shines with red satin toes. A red shawl hangs from the back shoulder.
Hanging to the floor, gold earrings swayed under her earlobes.
Her hairstyle is a standard lady's bun. Her dark and moist hair is tied up on the back of her head, but there are still a few strands of hair hanging down, from her plump and fair neck to the invisible, delicate collarbone at the neckline of the dress.
With her radiant face, breathtaking eyes and unbiased nose, she is as perfect as a queen who stepped out of a historical painting.
The scene of two maids accompanying her, holding the train of her skirt from behind, was even more noble than ever.
"Mrs. Meiji!" Fujiwara Izaya quickly stepped forward and took her hand.
Kawashima Meiji smiled at him kindly.
She was still facing forward with an upright posture, but she turned half of her face slightly to the side, showing a slight smile. There were a few wisps of hair on her white cheeks with a classical charm, and the corners of her slender eyes shone like a black eye.
The pretty bridge of the nose looks delicate and cute...
At this moment, this side of her was like a cross-section of a pure and pure work of art. When it fell diagonally into Fujiwara Izaya's eyes, it was as if the erratic clouds suddenly dispersed, revealing the snow on the mountaintop hidden underneath.
Kawashima Miji originally wanted to ask who the woman who walked across the suspension bridge with him just now was.