Chapter 39: Special for rape

The rain drenched for a night, and the next morning, the green leaves dripped, the air was cool, and the sun shone through the misty morning mist.
Xiao Yuan finished eating breakfast and said to the red sleeve: "Please call me Cupid today? Xiao."
Red sleeves are sluggish: "Does the ball laugh?"
Even the first three words are counted. How did you hear the fourth sound of Xiao? ?
"For the red sleeves, the guard clothes that you prepared yesterday, are you ready?" Xiao Yuan asked.
The red sleeve nodded, and a pair of clothes were held in both hands. Xiao Yu looked at it with a fixed eye and found that the red sleeves were even full of soap boots, belts and sachets.
"What is this for the emperor?" asked the red sleeve in confusion.
Xiao Yu'an proudly smirked and smiled: "Thirty-six counts of nothing, live across the bank, finally borrow! The corpse! Also! Soul!"
Xiao Yu'an abacus is savvy, let the river be cleaned up as a guard, and then take it to the Princess Yongning, and then you can watch the show yourself!
After all, the male and female lords are not touching each other, they can see the green beans, the positive and negative magnets, similar and compatible!
As a personal maid, the magical place of the red sleeve is that even if Xiao Yu'an is not understood, she can still guess the meaning of Xiao Yu'an: "Imperial, are you going to Jingyang Palace? You must bring this time. On the guard."
Since the last time Xiao Yuan did not bring a guard, he disappeared for a long time, and after getting back hurt, every time he went out again, the red sleeves would be persuaded.
Xiao Yuan thought about it and said, "If you want this, bring a few guards and prostitutes."
After all, I have to go to the Yongning Hall, but I still have to put it on the shelf.
The red sleeve saw Xiao Yu'an listened to the advice, relaxed, and personally ordered a few hoes, and let Yang Liuan select several guards to follow Xiao Yu'an.
When a group of people came to Jingyang Palace, it was a bit of a fascination. Xiao Yuan was subconsciously going to knock on the door of the river, and the red sleeves blocked: "The emperor, why is this imprisoned door necessary to knock?"
Xiao Yu'an hasn't spoken yet, and the red sleeves haven't hesitated to push the door.
Wait, it’s so awkward! In case, the river has not yet got up! In case he has the habit of sleeping naked! In case he is changing clothes! Red-sleeved sister, hold a little! Don't you want to face the man!
Seeing the red sleeves have entered the wing, Xiao Yuan had to hurry up, knowing that he just stepped into the entrance, the red sleeve suddenly stepped back and almost didn't hit him.
Huh?
Really changing clothes?
Xiao Yu'an probe looked at it, and the pupils shrank. One turned and almost hit the Yang Liuan who followed.
Yang Liuan was shocked and looked at the wing: "The emperor, what happened?"
However, at a glance, Yang Liu’an’s throat seemed to be suddenly caught, and his face was white, like an ice cave.
Yang Liuan was once pierced by the assassin with a sharp edge. He still remembered the feeling at that time. The cold and sharpness was not in the flesh and blood, the pain was piled up, and then violently exploded, rushing to the limbs.
But the pain at that time was less than one in ten thousand.
"Everyone goes out and waits outside." Xiao Yu'an stopped Yang Liuan to follow up, and looked up and scared.
Yang Liuan’s eyes were red and his lips were pale. He groaned and his voice was hoarse and chapped. He couldn’t say awkward words:
The emperor, this, this must be, misunderstanding.

Your reaction is too big? ! Is it the impact of the palace in the wing room?
"Liu An, you are waiting outside, so that they don't come in." Xiao Yuan patted the man, and Yang Liuan grabbed his arm and said with a short breath: "Emperor, I, I..."
You, you, are you?
For a long time, Yang Liu’an was like a slap in the face, and he whispered in a whisper:
Xiao Yuan closed the door of the wing and smashed himself. It was decided that he would not turn his head after watching the dream.
The cabin is not big, a table and chairs, bookshelf wooden cabinets, and a gauze couch that is clearly visible at a glance.
On the couch, the messy bedding covered two bodies that could faintly see the nakedness. The blue silk was intertwined, lying in the arms, and the wind was flowing, one of them was Luhe Qing.
Xiao Yuan blinked, blinked again, blurted out: "Whatthefffffuck???"
Lying in the trough?
Hey brother! Why are you lying next to you! Yes! name! male! child! ! ! Even if you can't meet a woman, you can't bend so suddenly!
No, no, the focus does not seem to be this.
Xiao Yu’an’s entanglement was a horror of the Weihe River’s clearing, or when the Weiheqing was more shocked before he met the female host, the red sleeve finally recovered from the shock, and she was furious, stepping forward and rounding her arms. I have to slap the two people on the bed.