"Miss, have you eaten?" the maid called out.

The Ninth Princess didn't say anything, she opened the door.

A stream of air conditioning came to her face. She didn't feel it just now, but now she suddenly remembered when will the southern country or the southern border be so cold!

This is not the south.

This is a small courtyard, not big, with mountains, stones and trees inside, and the exquisite gardens in the south of the Yangtze River are everywhere, with colorful paintings, which are clearly a courtyard view that is only available in the imperial city of Rongguo.

Imperial City?

How could she be in the Imperial City?

A sound of a flute sound came. The sound was faint and desolate, subtle and deep, as if full of endless friendship. If you want to tell it to others, you have nowhere to say about this friendship. It is helpless and finally it is all contained in the sound of the flute.

This sound is like a fairy sound, as if it was a illusion, as if it had been heard.

She looked for the sound and walked out of the courtyard. It turned out that the courtyard was on the top of the mountain. The strange peaks outside were steep and white clouds were lingering. Looking into the distance, the imperial city that I was thinking about was vaguely visible under the clouds.

Her heart was excited: She was really in the imperial city!

The sound of the flute was leisurely and she suddenly felt a little timid. She faced the man timidly. Even though she had done countless ideological constructions, she did not have the tension and helplessness that she really came to this moment.

What should she do? I’m going to see him. What should she say when she sees him?

How did he bring himself here?

And what is he going to do to bring himself to the imperial city?

The sound of the flute stopped, and several birds listening to music on the treetops flew away instantly, leaving a faint trace in the air.

The Ninth Princess exhaled: This moment was just coming early. She never felt sorry for him. What's wrong with her?

She walked in that direction.

Under a tree with tender buds, a man in snow stood, with a peerless face, and his head was as beautiful as water pouring down from his back.

The white clothes were paired with him like ink, so beautiful that it was so beautiful that it was afraid to look at him. Standing in this steep peak, like a banished immortal in the sky.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, he put down the flute in his hand, looked sideways, smiled slowly at her, and called out: "Girl - come here."

This voice was filled with pets and drowning and boundless tolerance.

The Ninth Princess' head suddenly grew bigger and walked over foolishly again, as if she was lost, her obsidian-like eyes stared blankly at the people under the tree.

She always wanted to ask if Gong Yingxue used any confusion medicine on her. When the Ninth Princess always thought: Why did he always call her gently and she lost her own thoughts and went for him.

Sometimes when she comes to her senses, she despises herself, and that's all her hope!

As soon as she approached, the familiar smell rushed into her nose, making her smell uncontrollably smell it again and again.

Gong Yingxue stared at her face. Because she had just gotten up, her face was not covered with pink and cream, her eyebrows were as long as her temples, her eyes were as bright as stars, her skin was like pink and tender crabapple petals, and her lips were as red as red.

After a year of running around, her appearance did not make her face rough, but instead made her gentle and pleasing face a little more masculine heroic. Such a black girl is so charming.

Gong Yingxue reached out to take care of Li Xiu for her until the Xiu, which was blown by the mountain wind was neat, and he slowly smoothed out the little wrinkles on her clothes.

The original surging emotions gradually calmed down with his movements: If there is still a chance in the future, the black girl will always be his!

He will have whatever he wants;

Whatever he wants will be plotted against.

He wanted to say something to her, or teach her a lesson or two as before, as he did in the yard. Now that she is getting better and better, he seems to have nothing to teach her.

And when he was so much younger than him, he could not say the words he had thought about in his heart countless times. After a while, he lowered his hands, pursed his lips and smiled: "How are you doing recently?"

The Ninth Princess kept staring at his movements, waiting for him to speak, even if she casually teased her as usual.

But he has always been so calm that she feels terrible. There is something that keeps clamoring that makes her want to move forward desperately.

After a while, the Ninth Princess smiled and said, "You have a long stretch of your hand. There are people in the Southern Palace." After saying that, she was so upset that she was so upset.

She is really, what is it that she is not easy to answer, she prefers to say such things.

Gong Yingxue pursed her lips: "Natural."

The dark eyes covered the Ninth Princess with a deep dark eyes and said in my heart: I have attention to everyone wherever you are.

He raised his eyes slightly and smiled in his eyes. The Ninth Princess was covered by such a gaze, and she was both frightened and expectant. Suddenly, all the emotions burst out. She tiptoed and printed her lips on his cold lips.

Cold and soft, just like the memories of the Mid-Autumn Festival night.

But she was not satisfied with this. She paused for a while and thought about what to do next?

Reason told her: leave quickly, leave quickly.

But at this moment she was irrational and tried to convince herself: this was the last time, so I would like to treat it as a farewell between the two.

Thinking of this, she pried open his lips and sucked the sweet saliva between his lips.

Well, there is no smell of alcohol, and it seems to be cold and cold with ice and snow.

Gong Yingxue only felt that her lips were covered with two soft and soft things. He was surprised at first, only to see her eyes closed and her slender eyelashes trembled slightly.

Gong Yingxue was delighted, and his heart was beating wildly and left her lips.

He hugged her and turned halfway, turning from passive to active, imprisoning her between himself and the big tree. The Ninth Princess raised her head, and in the misty eyes, she had some prayers, some entanglement, some shyness, and even some confusion...

Gong Yingxue suddenly remembered the scene between her and Qin Mo in Mid-Autumn Festival, lowered her head and pretended to be angry, "Where did you learn it, huh?" It took less than a year, and he didn't believe that the little girl who knew nothing in the palace was so bold now!

Dare to take the initiative!

I also know that kissing requires sticking out my tongue!

He never knew this.

All the things in the Ninth Princess's heart were wiped out, and she was replaced by excitement. Gong Yingxue was so awkward just now: Hahaha, Gong Yingxue is so big, she must have never kissed her before!

Before she could say anything bad to her, Gong Yingxue lowered her head and covered her seductive lips, and she slid her tongue in like she did just now, and was entangled with her.

The fingers wandered between her head, silky and smooth, making people feel thrilled. As an imperial physician, Gong Yingxue had never experienced it before, and had never thought that men and women could use this to convey feelings and express love and love.

It seems that all his emotions and thoughts can be known through this touch.

He gradually became addicted.

Twilight has arrived, and the afterglow of the setting sun is covered with vast clouds. Looking at it, the waves are magnificent, and a few rays of rays of rays of rays of rays of rays reflect her cheeks red.

It made her whole body shine.

Next to it is a lush wintersweet flower, with the pleasant fragrance of flowers, which makes the kisses of both of them feel like flowers.
Chapter completed!