Chapter 1604: Blushing badly

He made himself understand a truth firmly--
When you are full, you have to work hard.
In the middle of the night, there was a cold wind and snow outside the door, but in Yikun Palace, there was a heat wave.
Nan Yan lay on the bed exhaustedly, with the quilt just below the waist, her lower body that was almost immobile, and her upper body, naked and white back, and her smooth skin glowed white by candlelight. Covered with fine sweat.
With breathing, the body undulates slightly, and the sweat slowly slides and condenses together.
Then, it rolled down drop by drop.
It flowed down, fainted on the hot-stained mattress, fainting a large dark mark.
But Nanyan can't control these.
She only felt that she was going to die.
However, the instigator was still merciless, and turned over to put her back on her back. As soon as the hot carcass was ironed up, it made her shiver.
I felt a hot breath, blowing on my shoulders.
"what--"
Before Nan Yan could react, he was bitten on the shoulder.
It didn't hurt too much. The teeth only used a little bit of strength, which made her feel a little tingling and itchy.
She wanted to struggle, but she couldn't move.
He could only let out a low, inaudible moan from his dry throat, muttering: "Don't you..."
"Ok?"
"pain?"
"I don't believe it."
"..."
"You are so powerful, you are not even afraid of me, still afraid of pain?"
"..."
Nan Yan wanted to cry without tears.
Who said he was not afraid of the emperor?
Besides, this emperor is so careful, he must report it, how could he not be afraid?
Feeling his hot hands leaning over again, holding her limp waist, turning her over, Nan Yan hurriedly exhausted the last bit of strength all over her body and stretched out her hands and supported him on his chest.
"emperor……"
Both of them were still panting slightly after the frenzy faded.
Zhu Feng's face blushed badly, and he was panting badly.
But not tired.
On the contrary, from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and even the corners of his lips slightly curled up, he can see that his face is contented, and he is even savvy.
Supported by a pair of soft hands on his chest, although he could take it away with only a light effort, he didn't move immediately. He only looked down at the unrelenting blush on Nan Yan's face.
It seems to be admiring a painting.
Moreover, this painting was painted by myself.
Thinking of this, his eyes showed a bit of pride, and he said "um" in a voice full of magnetism.
Looking at his slightly raised eyebrows, he knew that he was intentional.
Nan Yan could only soften his sigh, and whispered, "The emperor will spare my concubine."
"..."
"Concubine, it really doesn't work."
Zhu Feng raised his eyebrows again: "Spare you? Are you going to cut your head when I am?"
Nan Yan thought to herself, it's better to behead.
Anyway, let's die!
Feeling Zhu Feng's hands slipping around her body irregularly again, constantly lighting up, Nan Yan was a little anxious, and muttered: "The emperor is so strong, go out and come back!"
"...!"
The air froze suddenly.
Nan Yan was stunned for a moment before realizing that he had said something wrong, and hurriedly opened his eyes.
Sure enough, seeing Zhu Feng's pupils suddenly went dark.
"what did you say?"
"I—concubine, concubine—"
Nan Yan stammered speechless, only the two hands still resting on Zhu Feng's chest trembled slightly.
Zhu Feng gritted his teeth, raised a hand that was holding her waist, and squeezed her face firmly.
"I will strangle you sooner or later!"
"..."
"Other people are eager for me to go to their palace and stay overnight in their palace. Only you, only you!"
He was so angry that he gritted his teeth and said, "Also let me go out to'walk around'?"
"..."
"It's black light in the middle of the night, you let me go out for shopping?!"
Having said that, he was really out of anger, and sat up.
At this moment, Nan Yan also woke up.
Seeing Zhu Feng sitting on the bed, his back panting with anger, his strong muscles undulating slightly, and his sweaty beads were and beautiful. Nan Yan could only sit up with his soft body and leaned on it cautiously. .
Zhu Feng touched her with his arm.
Nan Yan shook a bit, but "persistently" stuck it on again, and put his chin on his shoulder.
"emperor……"
"..."
"The emperor is really angry with his concubine?"
"..."
"The concubine just said nonsense. Don't be angry, the emperor, okay?"
Listening to her tone, it seemed to be coaxing a child.
Who is the child anyway?
Who is ignorant? !
Zhu Feng was really angry. He turned around and glared at her, and twisted her face vigorously: "Why don't you understand my intentions."
"..."
Nan Yan tilted his head and looked at him.
"The emperor, what do you want?"
"..."
Zhu Feng sighed, then slowly lowered that hand, but he stroked Nan Yan's flat belly.
Because of the pains of the past few days, as well as the torture of internal and external difficulties, the little meat that Nan Yan finally raised on his body was completely exhausted. Not only was it exhausted, but he was also thin and out of shape.
Even recently, Zhu Feng has been deliberately taking good care of her, but he has not made her fat.
How can such a body
And seeing his movements, Nan Yan seemed to understand something, and said softly: "The emperor?"
Zhu Feng sighed and said, "It's not what I want, but you--"
"..."
"You can't point to Xinping to give you old age."
"..."
This sentence made Nan Yan's heart shake slightly.
Can't help but want to laugh.
The folks only say "raising children to guard against the old". The two of them, one is an emperor above 10,000, and the other is an extremely noble concubine. What do they say about "providing old age".
However, Zhu Feng's remark made her feel a little bit unspeakable.
It seems that the two of them are really getting old.
At that time, I don't know what he is like. A man of this kind will not be ugly even if he is old; on the contrary, he will be ugly if his hair is gray and his teeth are out.
Such self, and such him.
What kind of picture will it be together?
Nan Yan was a little lost for a while, but Zhu Feng looked at her blank eyes, sighed again, and said, "You have to have another son."
"..."
At this point, both of them became quiet.
Nan Yan immediately thought of it. On both occasions, she might have given birth to a son that belonged to her and belonged to both of them.
This experience has become her heartache.
But Zhu Feng mentioned again--
Feeling Nan Yan's breathing paused, Zhu Feng turned his head and saw the little woman leaning on his back with red eyes and deep pain on her face.
His heart also hurt.
Reached out and took her into his arms.
"Nanyan..."