Chapter 439: Use a lifetime to compensate

No?
Feng Ling was almost laughed at. If there is no purple, he will let this little fox know that he can't do it?
"Hey, do you want to try it for the husband?"? The end of the danger is prolonged, he is black and sly, thick feathers, and cast two shadows under his eyes.
His long body sank and half of his weight was pressed against her soft body.
Xiao Yu's delicate little face, instantly red, licking his lips, his long eyelashes trembled, his eyes were free, and he couldn't do it? She has already felt it.
She is wrong, she should not doubt the ability of this animal in some aspects!
Feng Lingran saw a little fox with his head down, exquisite face, just like the peach blossoms that were shy and faint in March, with the rain and dew, it was very dazzling, the throat was tight, I wanted a kiss, and this Only the little fox swallowed it.
"Why don't you talk? Uh?"
His white jade's slender fingers, pinching her chin, touched the delicate skin, his fingertips trembled slightly, and the strange silk hemp penetrated into his meridians.
Xiao Yu’s free eyes glared at him, the beast fire was jumping, her fingers trembled, and some weakly placed on his shoulders.
Xiao Yu was a little red face, and he gave him a sigh of relief: "When you want to come, where is so much nonsense?"
After she finished, she was very guilty. The animal had a strong "combat power". She provoked the dignity of his man. Shouldn't he toss her tonight?
Humph! If he dares, there is this time, not next time.
Feng Ling thought, I really want to, I want to burn the body, I can't wait for it immediately, just wipe this little fox away.
He was dark and sullen, and when he was about to hold it, there was a "smack" in his head, which seemed to be ridiculous and patient. Feng Lingran black and fiercely smashed into a line, his eyes opened, he secretly pinched his fist, it was purple clothes, the patience in the voice, he was too familiar, as he is now, the patience of the body hurts, almost Blast it.
Never, it’s cheaper.
Feng Ling suddenly smiled, the fingertips pressed against her soft lips, a faint smile: "There is a guy who doesn't seem to want me to touch you!"
He saw Xiao Yan’s eyes wide open and continued,
Hey, wait for me to drive the guy away, and hurt you again.

Xiao Yu understood that it was over, and the "damn guy" in Feng Ling’s mouth was purple.
Xiao Yu’s heart was relieved, and Bai Fengfeng took a glance:
Let’s not say purple, he is my master, and it’s your elder.

Feng Lingran disdain in the heart, what elders? Even his woman, dare to think, is also worthy of the word "elder"?
Oh...he is really confused, and the purple clothes are just a glimpse of this body...
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Nanling, the Royal Palace.
With a delicate jade in his hand, when he entered the royal study room, the old yellow door whispered.
"Your Majesty does not like to disturb, the girl puts things down and then comes out, remember, when you go in, the footsteps should be light."
"Thank you for reminding Liu Gonggong."
The old Huangmen glanced at it, the pink lips and the slight smile, and there was no saying in the scorpion: You are thankful for the Qiulan girl, not the miscellaneous family.
When you enter the door, the smell of aloes is faintly fascinating. This is a very precious fragrance. It is dyed in the exquisite Kowloon gold furnace. The smoke is like a cloud.
Nangong 湚 批 批 批 批 批 批 批 批 批 批 批 批 批 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南
芊芊 Realizing that he was not doing the right thing, he immediately lowered his head, and the delicate face was reddish. According to the old Huangmen, he gently walked over and gently put the jade in his hand. When she left, the corner of her eye Yu Guang couldn't help but look at Nangong's glance, but he hung his head from beginning to end, as if he didn't find her coming in, his soul was caught in a memorial.
The king of a country turned out to be such a hard work.
芊芊 I removed my gaze and waved my thoughts that I shouldn’t have. Just a moment, she wanted to remind him to drink some hot ginseng soup and then review the memorial. What is she? However, it is a humble and low-lying slave. How can I be qualified to remind her?
When I walked out, the old Huangmen was more satisfied, and I saw the dawn of the light, and I was appreciative.
Many palace ladies went in and sent ginseng soup to see the gods, and some even thought that the sparrows flew up the branches and turned into phoenixes. Those who were really too sloppy, I don’t know how many pounds they had.
After a while.
He saw a person at the turn, and she flashed through the color and walked over.
"Qiu Lan girl."
Squatting.
"follow me."
Qiu Lan dropped a sentence, turned and left, and took the donkey to a room.
"What I am doing for you, how is it going now?"
Qiulan sat on a carved sandalwood chair, picked up the teacup in his hand, took a sip, and asked with a blank expression.
His face flashed differently, and he slammed down and slammed it down: "I don't look at me when I look down, I want to climb the dragon bed, it's too difficult."
Suddenly, a cup of tea came over and landed just in front of her knees. Only a little, she would hit her forehead and let her head break blood and be unrecognizable.
Qiu Lan’s cold voice said:
I want you to enter the palace, but I don’t want to hear you tell me hard words.

Suddenly, he was shocked, his face pale, his tears in his eyes, hanging over his eyes, trembled slightly, but he did not dare to fall.
Qiulan's eyes fell on the tearful eyes, and suddenly stood up, like, too much like, she went to the front of the donkey, looking down at the condescending, after a moment, she reached out and lifted her face.
"Yes, it’s this kind of look, I’m reluctant to drop my tears, and my favorite is not only this face, but also a movement and a look of Xiao Yu. Hey, if you let your majesty see your eyes like this, kneel down. It will be tempting, have you remembered?"
He endured the pain from his chin, nodded, and the tears hanging in his eyes rolled down.
Qiu Lan disgusted and threw away his chin: "Clean your face, I will give you a prescription."
I flashed my fear in the shackles, lifted my sleeves, wiped my face, and saw the scorpion in the hands of Qiulan. She closed her eyes with fear and felt soft and creepy things, falling on her face. I don’t dare to have one.
The thing quickly ran into her skin, and Qiu Lan's fingers were separated from her skin, gently guiding the thing down the bottom of her face.
Flesh, like a little bit of what is swallowed, painful heartbreaking lungs, you can only bite the crown, do not dare to scream, even the lips, she is not qualified to bite.
I don't know how long it took, as if I walked in hell, Qiulan finally collected something, and looked at this pale and more delicate face with satisfaction, more and more like Xiao Yu, and it will take a long time to be able to make a real mess.
Qiulan pinches her fingers and controls the urge to ruin this face. She also uses this face to deal with Xiao Yu. She must not let Xiao Yu return to the palace of Nanling.
Xiao Yu’s dirty monk is no longer worthy of his majesty. She endured the pain of the heart, at all costs, the other woman to go to the bed, just to make a wish.
"You go out!"
Qiulan ordered the cold, and saw the cockroach out of the door. She burst into tears in her eyes, crying and laughing. She said with deep affection: "Your Majesty, Qiulan can sacrifice everything for you, but will never let Xiao Yu the monk. Ruined you."
Qiulan suddenly thought of the picture of the Nangong 湚 bedside jewels, no one should touch it, or even close to the dragon bed. He is now the most distinguished squat of Nanling, but still like a common man, finishing his own dragon bed every day.
If you are not a monk, how can you become like this?
On the way to encounter the old Huangmen, when passing by, the old Huangmen sighed softly and whispered.
"Today's soup, I didn't drink it."
After that, the figure of the old Huangmen has been a few steps away from the hustle and bustle.
It’s awkward, pale face, it’s not clear at night, she looks blank, smiles bitterly, the night wind is cold, she raises her arms and surrounds her body, in this deep palace, Let her feel scared, as long as she takes a wrong step, she will have no bones.
He looked up and looked at the half-string moon hanging in the sky. What kind of person is Xiao Yu’s woman? So that the Majesty of the Eastern Jin and Nanling countries are so deeply loved?
Xiao Yu is the fairy in the heavenly palace. She is the humble man on the ground.
at this time.
Nangong Temple has returned to the palace. After bathing, he wore a white robes, went to bed, and pointed the jade fingers. He took the picture from the bed and carefully opened it.
In the picture, a delicate person wearing a men's clothing, the blue silk is messy, the robes are not complete, revealing the delicate clavicle, and the large white skin is very fragrant.
Nangong’s fingers portrayed the girl’s eyebrows in the painting, and moved to her slightly Zhang’s lips, her fingers fluttering, and the illusion of a finger deep into her lips.
Nangong whispered, his fingers rubbed against the lips of the painting, and the light gradually became deeper: "The day you lost you, my son, do you know how much I miss you?"
His fingers swam over her delicate collarbone and stopped at the next palm. He urged her to squat and put her delicate body in her eyes: "Sometimes, I really regret it, why was it in the East Palace? Because you don't want to, I didn't touch you? If you touch it, will you have a little bit of my position in your heart now?"
He closed his eyes, covered all his emotions, and put the portrait into his arms: "Hey, it’s not good for me. I was like you at the beginning. When you come back to me, I will compensate you with my life. Ok?"
......
Xiao Yu dreams awakened, the sky is already bright, Feng Lingran went to the early morning, and her palm pressed the chest of the heart, why did she dream of the enchanting of Dinosaur Valley Hot Spring? And then the weird thing happened, the enchanting brought her to the Nanling Palace, she saw the Nangong Temple.