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She sat still and always talked to this woman. What's more, at this moment, she is even more in the same way.

The knocking on the door outside the door was more urgent. The silver lady seemed to smash the door, and she shouted even more sadly, "It's my mother. Open the door first, open the door. How can you make a distinguished guest wait for a long time? Daughter, you..." He was angry in a hurry, but the voice suddenly stopped. Then, he heard the soft sound of footsteps, and someone went downstairs.

And outside the door, of course, there are still people. As soon as the silver lady left, the people outside the door shouted excitedly, "You, I'm the only one who opens the door. Just let me have a look."

Bai Shaoqing was motionless, and his eyes always stopped on the sword. The man patted for a while, but there was no movement. His voice was getting more and more anxious. After a moment, he suddenly stopped. At the same time, he only heard the door "bang" and was slapped open by the people outside. The door was tied to two pieces and fell to the ground, and then several figures shook in. Seeing Bai Shaoqing sitting in front of the dressing table, he stopped at the same time.

Ji Ling shouted for a long time and couldn't help but get angry. He was the prince, and no one dared to disobey. Naturally, he didn't pay attention to the Luoshui Pavilion. One sign, his men came forward and patted the door open. He followed them and rushed in. Seeing her beautiful back sitting quietly in front of the dressing table, he was suddenly happy and soft-hearted. He waved his hands quickly, and several big men immediately turned around and withdrew, and brought back the door without a bolt.

"Is it...is that you? To, to the girl!" Ji Ling looked at the person in the mirror and slowly came forward. For a moment, she felt that her whole body trembled uncontrollably. "I'm Prince Ji Guo. Do you still recognize me? At that time, we had a relationship... I also invited a girl to Ji Guo as a guest. Do you remember?" As she spoke, she slowly approached, but she looked at a pair of swords to the side of her hand, which was a little scared.

He took a few steps and saw that she was motionless. He couldn't help but stop. At this time, he was close. He saw the face in the mirror. Although half of it was covered under the veil, his eyes alone had made him a little trance. It was her, and it was her.

"What the hell is going on? Miss Xiang, aren't you in the State of Qin? The State of Qin also heard the news of your death half a year ago. Xiang girl, do you know that when you heard the news at that time, I... I really want to go with the girl. The closer she got, the clearer her face became. The night wind on the other side of the long window flew slowly with the window mantle, and there seemed to be a light fragrance coming towards him, which made him enthusiastic. He had completely forgotten the existence of the sword, and his eyes were full of her appearance.

"Since I met the girl in Xiangshan, I have been shocked. It was not until that day that I realized that in the past 20 years, I had lived so ridiculously that I regarded the stone as a beautiful jade collection... I didn't think that there were girls in the world!" As he forgot to talk, he looked at the person in the mirror. He quickly walked behind her and stood for a moment. Suddenly, he fell down and wrapped her tightly in his arms.

The body in his arms was obviously stiff, but he did not struggle. He was surprised and happy. His nose was full of fragrance to the bone, and his heart was full of turmoil. He couldn't help but reach out and pull down her veil. The room was warm and soft. In the mirror, it was clear that the person in his arms was the saint Xiang who thought about day and night. For a moment, he was suspicious in a dream. .

"Really, it's you!" There was a hoarse moan in his throat, and the soft fragrance was in his arms. He couldn't control it. He closed his hands tightly and kissed her deeply on her neck. At a touch, he only felt as smooth as silk. Suddenly, he was enthusiastic, and his hot lips sucked deeply in every place where he stayed, and gradually went down the delicate neckline. Probe into.

Bai Shaoqing sat still. Every touch of the strange man made her have the impulse to reach out and pluck the sword. However, her eyes flashed, but she forced herself to hold it. Not only that, the thick long eyelashes also slowly drooped, covering her eyes. She closed her eyes and leaned back, closer to Ji Ling. And let out a soft muffled snorting from the breath - just like, enjoying.

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly surged outside the open window frame, and the window was rattling. Bai Shaoqing only felt that his right arm was suddenly grabbed, and her body shook involuntarily. When she moved, the candlelight in the room suddenly went out, but for an extremely fast moment. When the light rose again, Bai Shaoqing found that he had left. In the arms of Prince Ji. In his ear, Prince Ji's ** was still continuing. Bai Shaoqing couldn't help following his voice, but saw that the prince was holding the woman in his arms tightly as before. The woman was dressed in the same clothes as her, and even her face was very similar. At this time, she was closing her eyes and leaning in his arms, following him His hands gradually swam into his clothes and trembled slightly, moaning, and a vivid picture of spring was right in front of him.

Bai Shaoqing was shocked. When he turned his face, he saw that it was a man in black who was pulling him. He didn't wait for her to speak. The man in black had already pulled her up and swept out to the long window.

At the moment when he flashed out, she was worried about showing traces, but her mind only moved, and she saw that the man had moved towards the second floor of another attic not far away. The two of them stood firmly on the corridor. The man knocked on the door gently, and someone inside said lazily, "Come in."

The man himself did not take a step, but just stretched out his hand to signal. At this time, Bai Shaoqing's moment of surprise and panic were safe. She took a deep breath and walked in.

This is to listen to the sound of her piano. Yin Niang opened up a high-priced elegant seat. The interior decoration is exactly the same as hers, but the room is slightly smaller. After the left, there is a main room connected to the northwest. There was a long row of long windows. At this time, the windows were fully open, and a man was sitting on the long couch in front of him. His long hair fell straight down, scattered like black fog, and the night wind gently fluttered like a black snake dancing. The black silver silk four-brown, the sleeves are wide and the shoulders are wide, the neckline is slightly standing, and his skin is particularly pale. His eyes were closed, his eyeliner was extremely long, his eyes were raised, his face was slightly square than the moon, and his lips were slightly thicker than Qin Mofeng. At a glance, it is not as handsome as the moon, nor as heroic as Qin's mockery, and although he can't see any wrinkles on his face, he can still tell that this person should be in his thirties. However, this person makes people feel uneasy and oppressive when facing him.

At this time, he was sitting with his eyes closed. Bai Shaoqing looked at him, and he did not move at all. Both of them were silent for a moment, and only the night wind occasionally hit the hanging curtain on the side, making a crisp sound.

Bai Shaoqing saw that he didn't move, so he turned his eyes away and looked around. The expected Ling Qiushui was not in the house, and there were only two of them here. She meditated and looked at it casually. Following the side of the long window, she suddenly saw that she had just flown out of the attic. I don't know when the window blind had been lifted. In this position, it could be clearly seen that two white bodies were rolling violently entangled on the carpet next to the window.

Bai Shaoqing was stunned by what he saw in front of him. When he suddenly turned around, his face was already purple. He lowered his head and clenched his fists, and his whole body was trembling.

At this moment, a strange voice slowly sounded: "Aren't you still enjoying it?" His voice was low, wandering endlessly in the room, as solemn as an echo.

She was stunned, raised her head, and saw that the man in front of her had opened his eyes, a pair of dark pupils, shining evilly. At this moment, she was staring at her, "Why did she tremble again? Don't you look good at enjoying it? Or are you suddenly scared? That's right, the prince of Ji will believe that he is in line with him at this time. Luan, the phoenix is exactly you, my Xiangshan saint.

Bai Shaoqing was angry and hateful, and he was so trembling that he couldn't speak. The man seemed to be happy when he saw her like this. He smiled and said, "After all, without the world, do you think you can hide that little trick from me? If it hadn't been for my sudden thought that you could make more use, whether you closed your eyes and pretended or really moaned, I'm happy to watch the fun here. Why care about you? His tone was faint, and his expression was full of jokes, "You owe me again. You just have to remember, my, Qing'er."

"Who the hell are you?" Bai Shaoqing tried his best to restrain and stared at him and asked.

"Who am I?" The man tilted his head slightly, thought about it, and said with a smile, "I don't know who I am."

"So what do you mean? Don't tell me you don't remember!" Bai Shaoqing couldn't help roaring in a low voice.

The man leaned back, lazily put his hand on the window sill, gently stroked his long eyebrows with the fingertips of his left hand, and smiled, "Don't you know my intention? My saint, my Tianyan, my Shaoqing, my, the world!"

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dian, Luan, pouring, phoenix============ This idiom can't be sent without punctuation... So I'm in harmony. --