Chapter 636: After the blackening of the prince

Azhao wants to wake up.
However, this breath is too familiar, and she can not be vigilant.
Azhao was too lazy to struggle with the instinct of the body, letting himself fall into a deeper dream.
So she didn't know what happened behind.
Here, Feng Yu thought and thought, and gradually realized that the breathing of another person in the temple was calm and slow.
He looked up and saw that Azhao was on the pillow and closed his eyes and slept.
It was just a glance.
But the clear reading sound slowly disappeared.
Feng Qi closed the words and stood up.
He slowly approached the man on the bed.
She leaned her head slightly and half of her face fell into the soft white rabbit fur.
Her skin is too good, and the rabbit hair is in one place, and it is even more white than the rabbit hair.
But her lips are red again.
In this soft white, it is so eye-catching.
Eye-catching to... let people indulge their eyes.
Feng Wei looked at it for a long time, and when his consciousness came back, his fingers were already far from the lips, but a little far away.
But a little far away.
Feng Wei lowered his eyes and hesitated for a moment, slowly and slowly dropping his fingers.
As soft as you think.
No, it is softer than you think.
He gently, with curiosity and temptation to force the general force, and then rubbed it on it, and it was like being burned to the general withdrawal.
He is indeed burned.
However, it is not the fingertips that are burnt, but the apex.
"Where do I ask for what is beautiful?"
The faint sigh of the hall reminds me of such a sigh.
This voice is extremely light and light as a smoke. No one can notice anyone except this one.
Fengqi is close, and Azhao will untie the hair band, letting the green silk fall down.
He removed the pillow and held A Zhao gently in bed, and covered the quilt for her.
During the period, Azhao was only slightly frowning, and made a meaningless mutter, and continued to fall into sleep.
She trusts him very much.
This cognition called Feng Qi the whole person was happy.
Finally, he stood in front of the curtain, and after standing for a while, he finally made up his mind.
Bend over.
Leaning over.
Gently, put your lips on the scarlet lips.
But at the touch of a finger.
The plump that can be straightened up, the blood of the whole body seems to have boiled up, and the heart beat like a drum.
He was only doing something that he always wanted to do and was extremely offensive.
Feng Wei took a deep breath and suppressed more mournings that he was eager to move. He reached out and put the curtains down.
Turn around and leave.
It’s a bit faster.
A little faster, the stone home will be solved, and this country will be completely in your hands.
At that time, he can really reach out and pick whatever he wants.
......
That is not a busy afternoon, for A Zhao, it is like an illusion.
After that day, Feng Hao seems to be more difficult than before.
A Zhao was in the harem and knew the news was limited.
She only knows that Feng Qi is calling the ministers of the road almost every day.
He is eager to force himself to grow up.
In the hall, one minister after another was promoted.
Shijia also began to worry.
This emperor seems to be trying to get out of their control.
Chen repeatedly asked for A Zhao, and all the words were urging her to "make rumors" to Feng Qi.
After the "beauty" demanded by Feng Qi, no one can find it.
But soon, a message made everyone no longer care about beauty.

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