Chapter 319

The master of the Dragon division was so angry that the whole northern wasteland had to shake three times. They dropped their heads one after another, so as not to get moldy at this juncture.

Fengyu suddenly lost and Shen Xin continue to fight the mind, long Zixuan to her mind, already can Zhao sun and moon, why she and other women have the same understanding?

She took a cold look at Shen Xin and said, "that man is mine. You'd better stay away from him. Otherwise, I'm afraid I can't help cutting you."

She did a cut action, and then she stood up and walked toward the stage, ignoring others' amazing, burning, shocking or envious eyes. She came to long Zixuan and said softly, "I'm tired, let's go."

Now it's time for the Palace Banquet to end. Even if it doesn't end, she doesn't have the interest to participate in it. With the accomplishments she just showed, I believe that even if she leaves now, no one dares to say anything.

Long Zixuan nodded, got up from the chair gracefully, hooked her waist, and nodded to Beiming Jiuli on the stage. The voice of demon said, "emperor, I have something else to do, so I will leave first."

Beiming Jiuli didn't dare to force him to stay. He nodded and said, "OK, the dragon master will leave first."

"The chief secretary left..."

The eunuch's shrill voice rang again, and the minister quickly knelt down. His voice was respectful and neat, "send off the chief."

Dragon Zixuan embraces Fengyu and steps on the red carpet without strabismus. He leaves in the direction of the palace. Chixiao and others quickly follow him.

It was not until he could not see the figure of dragon Zixuan that Beiming Jiuli got up from the Dragon chair. His dignified face was stained with silk. His eyes swept to Shenxin and silent, and said, "since Prince Shen and Princess Tianxin don't like singing and dancing, let's call it a day. I'm tired, and all the love ministers should go back to rest early."

After that, she turned and left. The queen and the concubines immediately followed. The eunuch's voice rang again, "the emperor is leaving, the queen is leaving..."

The ministers were busy seeing off the emperor and the empress and all the concubines again. Only when Beiming nine was far away from the family did the ministers dare to get up. They carefully looked at the empress and the concubines. They were silent and didn't dare to take the initiative. They left one after another.

After everyone left, there was only the Minister of rites who was in charge of greeting Shen Mo and Shen Xin. The Minister of rites looked at Shen Xin respectfully and said, "Prince Shen, Princess Tianxin, it's late. How about my minister taking you to the palace?"

"There's a servant."

Silent light nod should be a, go to Shen Xin side, hand to help her, voice gentle way, "sister Huang, are you ok?"

Shen Xin shook his head and said in pain, "no, my legs are frozen by that little bitch. I can't go now."

I don't know why this little bitch's spiritual power is so strange. She uses her own spiritual power to melt, but it's useless. Now she's almost miserable.

Shen Xin can't think about long Zixuan and being slapped tonight. She only thinks about when her legs will be OK.

She doesn't want to be like an ice sculpture. She has been kneeling on the ground. It's a shame.

He took the sedan chair from the top of the garden, and then quietly took it away.

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in the dim street, the carriage of the chief executive's office was walking slowly, and the carriages they met along the way began to give way from afar.

His carriage is unique and easy to identify, so no one dares to rush.

In the carriage, long Zixuan leaned against the soft couch, while Fengyu was lying in his arms, with his arms around his neck. He held her tightly in one hand, and the other wrapped a wisp of green silk around her, playing with her at the fingertips.

Two people are not the same taste, blend with each other, but particularly good smell.

The carriage was shaking gently, and the two people bumped into each other rhythmically. Long Zixuan liked this feeling very much, and his eyes were half narrowed, just like a lazy cat.

"Little feather, I'm going to the headmaster's house tonight, eh?"

His magical voice floated out of his throat with a hint of laziness. At such a time, it was very sexy.

Feng Yu's eyes suddenly opened, raised his head and looked at him. Then he saw that his evil eyes were extremely dark. It seemed that there was a fire jumping again. She couldn't say what it felt like, but it made her feel dangerous for no reason.

Almost subconsciously, Feng Yu shook his head and said in a flustered voice, "no, I want to go back to the general's house."

The Dragon purple Xuan Mou once crossed a wipe of disappoint, but still don't give up of say, "really don't go?"

With these words, his hand suddenly moved gently on her body. His palm was very hot. When he touched her, the skin of Fengyu became hot, as if it was going to burst into flames.

There was also a feeling that she could not explain clearly, which made her whole body tremble.Woo

Feng Yu frowned and couldn't help sobbing. She quickly reached out and grabbed the palm of long Zixuan's hand, which was burning everywhere on her body. She raised her head and looked at him pitifully with a pair of misty eyes, which was especially pitiful.

"Ah Zi..."

Her voice is very soft, as if it can drip water, but I don't know, it is such a voice, almost let long Zixuan out of control.

Dragon Zixuan throat moved, eyes suddenly dark several degrees, as if boundless abyss, people feel fear.

He made a little effort to get rid of the hand she was holding. With a movement of his body, he turned over and pressed her under his body, and his big hand stretched out from her hem.

As if the touch of electric shock came, Fengyu's whole body was stiff. She lay very stiff under him. Her face turned pale and her breathing became heavy.

Her eyes looked at longzixuan, and there was an imperceptible fear at the bottom of her eyes. Longzixuan saw the fear at the bottom of her eyes very clearly, and her whole body seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water.

He put his hand gently there and did not move. He lowered his head. His head was buried in her neck. The voice of the devil sounded softly, "little feather, I'm sorry, I'm too worried."

How can he forget that she is still young? Although she has already reached the hairpin, she has never experienced such a thing. He should give her time to accept him slowly.

Now, it's really too fast.

Seeing that longzixuan didn't take the next step, Fengyu gradually relaxed. Her eyes narrowed and began to fall into meditation. Such things will always happen.

How on earth would she tell him to simply fall in love with him and refuse to have a physical relationship? Of course, hugging is OK.

Because, she also likes to kiss him and hold him, so that she can have the feeling of love.

However, she could not accept doing that kind of thing with him; as long as she remembered what happened that night, it was like a nightmare, and she would never have such a second time with him.

She pursed her lips. For a long time, she didn't think about how to say it. She had a premonition that if she said it, he would be angry. The relationship between them, which had been gradually stabilized with difficulty, would break up immediately, which she didn't want to see.

"Well, I don't know why. As long as I see you, I feel like I'm in heat. I want to be in heat all the time."

He sighs a, the voice of evil spirit some distress of ring up, Feng feather but suddenly some can't laugh or cry, estrus period? He really dares to say, who said that to him?

How could he be such a person?

She reached out and took out his head buried in her neck. Her eyes looked at him, but saw his gorgeous charm was serious, and his charming eyes were stained with a touch of apology and guilt. Seeing him like this, her heart suddenly softened.

This man is really wonderful, but they are of different races. Otherwise, she would be very happy to eat him. It's really a waste of such a gorgeous and matchless man to just look and not eat.

"But, little feather," he said softly, with his eyelids down and his apologies blocked, "you can rest assured that without your permission, this seat will not hurt you."

His voice is so gentle that Fengyu feels that her heart seems to be gradually melted by him.

Suddenly, she was worried. If he was so gentle all the time, would she be dazzled by his tenderness one day, and then be willing to accept all his needs?

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Forget it. Now she doesn't want to think so much.

Her fear was originally given by him. If one day he could cure the initial fear in her heart and let her instinct not reject him so much, why not accept him wholeheartedly?

But it depends on whether he can cure her. In the future, there are many things that are not good, and even if she thinks deeply now, it is useless.

Fengyu raised his head, purplish red lips close to his chin, gently kiss, voice low soft said, "purple, I believe you."

She believes in him and won't hurt her any more. As for the past, he doesn't remember, and she can try to forget.

The wheels of the carriage rang softly. Long Zixuan lay on one side, reached out to take Fengyu in his arms and let her lie on his chest. He simply loved such an intimate action.

"Chixiao, go to the general's house."

His chin gently rubbed her hair that seemed to be overflowing with fragrance, and the voice of the devil began to ring softly. A respectful voice from the red sky soon came out, "yes, Lord."

The carriage turned its wheels and headed for the general's house in a different direction.

After arriving at the general's house, it was already late at night. Fengyu didn't go to see if Yunhong had come back. Instead, she asked long Zixuan to send her back to her yard.

In fact, she can come back alone, but he wants to send her, but he can't beat him. Fengyu has to agree that he will send her to the door.

The moon was bright. On the steps of the door, the shadows of the two people were elongated, while his eyes were burning at her.