Chapter 137 Damage

Murong Haoxuan seems to enjoy the current relative.

He gradually felt that the impulse hidden in his body appeared again. He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed her arm. She fell into the water without warning and was hugged by him in her arms.

Because of the tight fit, she felt the strength of her lower body and couldn't help lowering her head.

At this time, resistance will only increase his pleasure. She can only obey. After the first experience, she understood this.

Her clothes are soaked, sticking to her body and wrapping her body tightly. Murong Haoxuan put his hide against her tenderness, and his big hand had stroked her buds through the soaked clothes. He lowered his head, kissed her neck and ears, groped his lips, sucked hard, pried her teeth with his tongue, and entered, intertwined with her lilac.

She squeaked. Obviously, her body had reacted. Murong Haoxuan smiled and put her against the wall of the pool. His hands began to tear her clothes and tear her clothes and threw them into the pool. His hands began to knead her softness, and his mouth also kissed one of the buds and licked it gently until she moaned. Then he smiled and let her go. His hands continued to walk down to her secret place and draw circles.

Thirteen Niang hates this place and her body that has reacted. Murong Haoxuan felt her desire unbearable. When the time was ripe, he inserted his thick and fierce into her body.

She couldn't help shouting, "No, dirty!"

In a word, all Murong Haoxuan's desires turned into light smoke. He pulled out of her body, grabbed her snow-white jade-like shoulders, and shook fiercely: "Do you think I'm dirty? What about when you are happy with Chu Jiangping? I don't dislike you, how dare you think I'm dirty? Get out of here and don't appear in front of me from now on!" He roared, red-eyed, and looked at her naked back, and couldn't help but be even more angry: "Come on, dress me. If you run out like this, I will humiliate you." After saying that, he threw a cloak to her.

The thirteenth mother did not dare to look back. She put her clothes on her body and quickly left here. He said, do you want her not to appear in front of him again? Well, she will leave and never come back.

The thirteen women returned to her and Qiuyue's room, and she was already shivering. How cold it is now, she came back in a cloak, and the water on her body did not hesitate to dry.

Qiu Yue looked at her back here in such an awkward way and understood what had just happened. She just sighed and took a hand towel to dry her body and let her go back to ** to rest.

Qiuyue knew that she must have been lucky by the emperor tonight. How rare this is for the concubine in the palace. Maybe only he will be so careless or even annoying?

"Sleep. After a good sleep, you will forget everything. Qiu Yue tamped the will to her, and she has left with the palace lamp. Thirteenth Lady can't watch the night, so she is the only one who comes to watch the night.

She looked helplessly at the woman who was still crying. She closed the door and walked towards the Qianqing Palace.

Why do two people who love each other torture each other?

She felt a headache and seemed to crack. She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyes were so heavy. She can hear someone talking intermittently, but how can she feel that she is no longer herself? She is not dead, is she? It's okay to die or die. Everything is over and no longer exists.

Murong Haoxuan stood beside her and looked at her with a high fever, and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley. He looked at the circle of royal doctors standing around him and said fiercely, "Listen to me. If you can't cure her, you will all bury her."

Qiu Yue brought the medicine and fed her a spoonful of medicine, but how much it was fed and how much it flowed out. Qiu Yue looked at Murong Haoxuan in an embarrassment. Murong Haoxuan took a step forward, picked up the medicine bowl, pinched her jaw with the other hand, and couldn't help but be fierce: "Shangguan Wanqing, your revenge has not been revenged, and your Shangguan's grievances have not been cleared. How can you want to be a deserter? Drink it for me. If you can't drink it, continue to feed me like this.

With that, she poured the bowl of medicine into her mouth.

Something slipped into her throat. It was so bitter and hot. She wanted to open her eyes, but she couldn't open it. Her chin hurt so much. It really hurt. She began to shake her head, and most of the medicine spilled outside. Murong Haoxuan didn't seem to let her go. He took another bowl and continued to pour it into her mouth. Because she was in a hurry, she kept coughing, her little face turned red, and even the scars on her face became cute.

She finally opened her eyes and suddenly saw Murong Haoxuan's red eyes. She couldn't help crying. Doesn't this man think he hasn't hurt himself enough? Why does she treat herself like this to make her happy?

She struggled to get out of her restraint and couldn't help saying, "Murong Haoxuan, what on earth do you want? What on earth do you want? I have been discarded and deprived of my innocence by you. What else do you want? She cried as she spoke, and her voice was hoarse.

Everyone looked at it and quickly left.

Murong Haoxuan looked at her in pain. What did he want to do? He just want to have a complete her, but it seemed that he could no longer. From the beginning, they were doomed to have no happiness, and they could only hurt each other.

He suddenly turned around. Since she hated him so much, he just left. But it is impossible for her to leave him.

Shirteen Niang looked at his back and couldn't help crying. Now she really has nothing left. What should she do? What should she do?

A burst of dizziness came, and she fainted.

By the time I woke up again, the light had been turned on. The big yellow candlelight shone on the room, warming the room. She was still weak. She looked up and saw the medicine bowl on the table. She smiled bitterly. She had not tasted the medicine for a long time, and now she has tasted enough.

Qiu Yue came in and saw the thirteen women who had woken up. She smiled and said, "Miss, come and drink this bowl of medicine. Otherwise, I'm afraid the disease can't be healed!" Qiu Yue smiled.

She took the bowl handed over by Qiu Yue and poured all the medicine into her mouth. Sure enough, it is so bitter, like a lotus heart. Although lotus seeds are delicious, their hearts are always bitter. I hope my little Qinger will not be like lotus seeds.

Suddenly, she remembered what her mother had said.

Mother, mother, sure enough, no one cares about the children without their mother.

She lay down again with tears in her eyes.

In the middle of the night, she felt someone standing beside her and barely opened her eyes. What she saw was Chu Jiangping's face. She didn't want to think about it. She straightened up and hugged him, choking and couldn't say anything.

Chu Jiangping sat down by her bed and gently stroked her back, but there was a strong hatred in his eyes. He comforted her gently: "Okay, don't cry. Since it's so uncomfortable, leave with me. I will avenge you."

She doesn't want to leave, she doesn't want to have a shoulder to lean on, but can she? Can it be?

Chu Jiangping is from the State of Chu! If she followed him, how could she meet her parents and how could she meet so many people who died unjustly in the Shangguan family?

She finally left her arms, looked at him, wiped her tears, and gave him an extremely bright smile: "It's okay, I just think of my mother."

"Why are you sick? How on earth did he torture you? I'm in a hurry, but I'm still late." Chu Jiangping's eyes were apologetic: "If I had insisted on coming with you at the beginning, maybe it would not be today's situation. That beast, I will kill him sooner or later. Come with me, get out of here, and follow me back to the State of Chu.

"I can't go with you. I'm from the Great Yan Dynasty, and I can't go back to Chu with you. If you insist on taking me away, please leave here with my body." There was a sense of firmness in her eyes.

"Okay, since you don't leave, don't leave first. Yaner, I miss you." Speaking of this, he tightly wrapped her in his arms and breathed the fragrance of her hair.

The thirteenth mother let him hold it like this. She also needs a good shoulder rest.