Chapter 42 The real Crown Princess Nalan Zhijin has been wandering outside the tea room, and she doesn’t know how to take out the small bottle in her sleeve.
The tea maker thought Nalan Zhijin was thirsty and said, "Tenth Prince, I want some tea."
"Me," Nalan Zhijin felt guilty for a while, hesitating and didn't know what to say, so he lowered his head.
"Tenth Prince, what's wrong?" The tea maker thought Nalan Zhijin was not feeling well and immediately became concerned.
Nalan Zhijin shook his head, "Nothing, I'm fine."
When everyone was concerned about Nalan Zhijin, Xiao Yan also appeared in the tea room and asked, "Has the Crown Princess's tea been ready?"
"Okay." The tea-making master immediately took out a pot of tea and handed it to Xiao Yan, "Miss Xiao, this pot of tea was brewed by my slave. It has not been made by anyone else."
"I understand." Xiao Yan took it and had a drink first.
Everything Jing Yirong eats or drinks is done by a slave, and then Xiao Yan carries it over. This way, it won't pass through the hands of several people in the middle. If something happens one day, it will be convenient to investigate.
very.
Xiao Yan saw Nalan Zhijin and said, "Tenth Prince, why are you here?"
"Nothing, just came to take a look." Nalan Zhijin said immediately.
"The Crown Princess is still waiting in the room, I'll go first." Xiao Yan walked out of the tea room after saying that.
Nalan Zhijin immediately followed Xiao Yan, "Sister Xiao, I didn't eat with the master today, will the master be angry with me?"
"Of course not," Xiao Yan comforted, "The Crown Princess knows that the Tenth Prince is in a bad mood, so she won't care about it. Don't worry, as long as you say more nice things during dinner, it will be fine."
"Oh, I know, thank you Sister Xiao." Nalan Zhijin raised his head and laughed, and suddenly he stumbled and fell out, "Ah."
Upon seeing this, Xiao Yan immediately placed the tea by the guardrail next to the corridor, stepped forward to help Nalan Zhijin up, "What's wrong?"
"My feet hurt." Nalan Zhijin looked bitter.
Xiao Yan immediately squatted down, lowered her head, lifted one of Nalan Zhijin's feet and rubbed it carefully, "Are you feeling better now?"
"Yes." Nalan Zhijin simply leaned his whole body on Xiao Yan's body, crossed his upper body over Xiao Yan's shoulders, took out the vial in his hand while Xiao Yan lowered her head, and put all the powder inside.
Seeing that Nalan Zhijin didn't speak, Xiao Yan raised her head in confusion, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
"I'm fine." Nalan Zhijin pulled back his feet, turned around and walked away.
Xiao Yan stood up and looked at Nalan Zhijin's perfectly fine feet, feeling baffled. She picked up the tea and walked back to Jing Yirong's residence.
"Princess, may I ask for tea?" Xiao Yan poured the steaming water and handed it to Jing Yirong, "This slave has already had a drink. There is nothing wrong with the water."
Jing Yirong buried her head in the book and took the cup without raising her head, "You go down."
"Yes." Xiao Yan exited the room and carefully closed the door for Jing Yirong.
Jing Yirong drank a glass of hot water, finally quenching his thirst, and then poured himself another glass...
After all the hot water was consumed, Jing Yirong felt a little hot. She was not suspicious and just thought it was because she was thirsty for water. But after a few minutes, her whole body felt hotter and hotter, and the heat was unbearable.
, Jing Yirong put down the book and took off his coat.
It was obviously early winter, but Jing Yirong felt hotter and hotter. It was as if there was a fire in his body that kept burning him, and there seemed to be something empty in his heart. Every part of his body was burning.
.
Jing Yirong suddenly remembered something and looked up at the teacup on the table. Someone had drugged her!
Jing Yirong stood up angrily after being shocked, but her body seemed to be no longer controlled by her consciousness. The nameless fire burned her and she could not move. She could only take off her clothes one by one, just to eliminate the inexplicable emptiness in her body. Jing Yirong
Yi Rong no longer realizes what she is doing. There is only one desire in her heart, that is, she should not be so hot. She feels so uncomfortable.
Nalan Qingyi knocked on Jing Yirong's door, but no one paid attention to her several times. She felt that Jing Yirong was not in the room. When she was about to leave, she heard an inaudible moan inside the room, as if she was suffering from something.
pain.
Nalan Qingyi was shocked and immediately ignored whether Jing Yirong would be angry or not. He opened the door and walked into the inner room. The scene that came into view shocked Nalan Qingyi. Jing Yirong fell to the ground, his face flushed.
The clothes on his body have been torn apart by himself, and his white neck is exposed to the air.
"Yirong, what's wrong with you?" Nalan Qingyi stepped forward and held Jing Yirong's hand, surprised by the heat of Jing Yirong's body.
Nalan Qingyi had just entered the house from outside. There was a chill all over her body, and her big palms were even colder. The moment she held Jing Yirong in her hand, Jing Yirong felt comfortable, and she couldn't help but let out a delicate sigh. Nalan Qingyi heard this
Her cheeks turned red.
Jing Yirong's eyes were misty, but she felt that Nalan Qingyi's body was so cold, so cold, and so comfortable. Before her brain could react, her body had already pressed against Nalan Qingyi's body, and a pair of small hands could not help but touch her.
Nalan Qingyi's body wandered.
"Yirong," Nalan Qingyi's body froze, and she was dumbfounded. She didn't know how to react. Jing Yirong's face was bright red, her eyes were filled with desires that she didn't even know, and her hands were stroking her body.
, it is difficult to remain calm and emotionless when facing her like this.
Nalan Qingyi forcibly suppressed the emotions that had been suppressed in her heart for too long, held Jing Yirong's hand to stop her movements, and said in a hoarse voice, "Yirong, do you know what you are doing?"
"Yeah." Jing Yirong had no intention of answering Nalan Qingyi's words. She only knew that Nalan Qingyi's body was so comfortable. She liked touching him and holding him. She stared at Nalan Qingyi with blurred eyes.
On the lips that were opening and closing, there was still hot breath coming out of the mouth. I felt in my heart that it must be very cold here, so I retracted my hand, held Nalan Qingyi's head and kissed it steadily.
Nalan Qingyi's mind went blank. Jing Yirong had no skills at all. She just rubbed Nalan Qingyi's lips gently with her lips. She enjoyed it at first but then she felt unsatisfied and wanted more.
If there are too many, he sticks out his tongue and clumsily traces Nalan Qingyi's lips.
Nalan Qingyi gasped hard, and the last bit of self-control in her heart immediately collapsed because of Jing Yirong's bold provocation. He held the back of Jing Yirong's head with his big palm, turned against the guest and started to kiss back. He sucked Jing Yirong gently.
Her lips, Jing Yirong's beauty made him kiss her deeper and deeper, his tongue domineeringly inserted into her mouth, entangled with hers to absorb more of her sweetness.
Jing Yirong was held in Nalan Qingyi's arms, and she accepted Nalan Qingyi's kiss with enjoyment. However, an inexplicable restlessness surged in her body, which made Jing Yirong feel that this was not enough. She stretched out her hand and started to kiss randomly.
Pulling Nalan Qingyi's clothes, when her little hands touched Nalan Qingyi's skin, the longing in her heart seemed to be satisfied a little.
Nalan Qingyi gasped, quickly ended the deep kiss and hugged Jing Yirong onto the large soft bed. Jing Yirong lost Nalan Qingyi's lips and felt that even her heart was empty. She immediately sat up straight and kissed again.
Go up to Nalan Qingyi.
"Tell me, what's wrong with you?" Nalan Qingyi attached herself to Jing Yirong's body, but still tried hard to maintain her last sanity.
Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Qingyi eagerly and helplessly, "I want you, I want you."
Nalan Qingyi looked at Jing Yirong's abnormal behavior and irrational words, and began to understand Jing Yirong's situation. Aphrodisiacs were banned in this palace, so why did Jing Yirong behave like this.
Jing Yirong couldn't wait to give Nalan Qingyi time to think. She reached out and took off Nalan Qingyi's shirt and immediately kissed Nalan Qingyi's chest, kissing inch by inch. She felt that her heart was filled to the brim.
He grabbed Nalan Qingyi's hand with one hand and touched his chest. He felt that his skin was much more comfortable under Nalan Qingyi's big palm.
Nalan Qingyi's forehead was covered with sweat, "Yirong, I don't want to have you in this way."
"Give it to me, give it to me." Jing Yirong didn't know what she was talking about at all. She just followed her own thoughts and said her words of love. The body under Nalan Qingyi also twisted boldly, trying her best to
Chu pressed his body against Nalan Qingyi, and every time he got closer to Nalan Qingyi, he felt more comfortable.
When Jing Yirong's clothes were reduced to only a bellyband and half-exposure of her breasts, Nalan Qingyi's willpower to hold her hands disappeared in an instant.
Kissing all the way down to Yi Rong's sexy collarbone, his big palm went around Jing Yi Rong's white and tender back, and with a slight hook he removed the last layer of obstruction, then he lowered his head and took the bud into his mouth.
"Well..." Jing Yirong's soft voice overflowed unconsciously from her throat. Nalan Qingyi raised her eyes and saw Jing Yirong's illusory cheeks filled with lust. She tried harder to stick out her tongue and gently tease the sweet bud in her hand.
, until he felt the bud gradually blooming in his mouth, he retreated with satisfaction and turned to the other side.
"Qing Yi..." Although Jing Yirong was surrounded by women, she still knew who the person on her body was. She couldn't help calling his name, her body slowly arched up and she felt that she wanted more. Nalan Qing
This is not what Yi can give himself.
Listening to Jing Yirong calling her name in a tender whisper, Nalan Qingyi left Jing Yirong's chest and kissed Jing Yirong's lips again as if she was expressing her most sincere gratitude. The other hand was also moving quickly
He took off the last of his clothes.
It wasn't until the two bodies hugged each other without covering up that Nalan Qingyi felt that his heart was filled to the brim. His desire for Jing Yirong could no longer wait for a moment, so he held up Jing Yirong like a treasure.
body, slowly and carefully probed in.
"Ah..." Jing Yirong frowned slightly. She obviously felt a little uncomfortable, but the sound she made was as thin as a summer mosquito, making people even more unable to suppress the possession in her heart.
Nalan Qingyi could no longer test it, and directly entered Jing Yirong hard.
"Qingyi!" Jing Yirong held Nalan Qingyi's shoulders tightly with both hands, and the emptiness in her body seemed to be filled.
Nalan Qingyi carefully stared at Jing Yirong's expression, making sure that she was not in any pain before slowly stroking her desire. The burning desire rubbed against the tight inner wall, and she got the greatest satisfaction both mentally and physically.
Although he had been married to Jing Yirong for a year, it was only this time that he felt that he had truly gotten her. He used to love her, but he was as close to her as a guest; now he loves her, but he wants to possess her.