As soon as the door opened, he saw a man in an ink robe standing tall and tall, his face was cold, and the cold air around him almost froze the two people in the room into ice.

Feng Qian's tears almost fell.

Jun Mo Ying, Jun Mo Ying!

He's really coming!

Before she could react completely, the dark figure flashed in front of her, and in the next second, accompanied by Ji Batian's painful wail, Feng Qian suddenly crashed into a solid and warm embrace.

The nose was sour and astringent, and all the fears and grievances went straight to Feng Qian's brain, and finally turned into a trembling sentence: "Jun Moying ......"

"I'm not afraid, I'm here." Jun Moying held her tightly in his arms, and his voice was so tense that it almost broke.

Ji Batian was beaten to the ground, he didn't even hear Jun Moying's words, and after rolling twice, he couldn't get up and began to scold: "Where did the dog come from, and I don't look at who Uncle Ben is, how dare you harm Uncle Ben's good deeds?" I don't want to live! ”

"Dog stuff?" Jun Moying glanced at him coldly, coupled with the mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, which made Ji Batian feel a terrifying momentum, as if just such a faint glance was enough to kill his dog.

"Shadow Moon, chop off this minion's tongue and feed it to the dog!" Jun Moying gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Remember, don't kill him, take him back to the palace!" ”

Ji Batian trembled.

Miyamiya ...... In the palace? This is someone from the palace?!

"Yes!" Shadow Moon quickly dragged out Ji Batian, who had not yet returned to his senses on the ground.

It was the first time he had seen the emperor make such a big fire, but he was afraid that keeping the life of this dog slave was not because the emperor was soft, but because he wanted this pig to testify against the mastermind behind the scenes.

He was sure that after that, no one involved in the incident would escape!

The moment he stepped out of the door, he didn't forget to cover the door for the emperor.

Maybe the emperor was really in a hurry this time, even he could see that Concubine Qianniang was drugged, but the emperor was ......

Ay.

The door was closed, and there were only two people left in the room.

"Shallow ......"

The warm breath poured on Feng Qian's face, and before Jun Moying could say anything, the last string in Feng Qian's brain was completely broken.

Just now in front of the dead fat pig, she can endure and must endure, because she doesn't want to be touched by that pig when she dies!

But once she was in front of the person she trusted, the wall of resistance in her heart was lifted, her vigilance was less, and the instinct that she had endured for a long time could no longer be suppressed, surging out, washing away her remaining reason and resistance.

"Jun Moying, I'm so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable......" Feng Qian tiptoed around his neck, as if as long as he got close to him, and then got close to him, the unbearable heat on his body would fade a little.

This man is simply a thermostat, hot and cold!

Feng Qian looked at him with a little face like this, her eyes were full of water, and she wanted to cry.

Jun Moying was stunned.

Looking at her flushed little face, feeling the abnormal temperature on her body, she finally reacted to what was happening.

Damn it!

Jun Moying's thought of breaking the pig into pieces was two points stronger.

He didn't dare to think that if he was one step too late......

But he couldn't let him think too much, and the delicate body in his arms was rubbing and twisting vigorously on him, and the light yì provoked his desire.

"It's hot...... Jun Moying, it's so hot......"

Jun Moying's eyes darkened, his breathing became a little rougher, and his voice was hoarse: "Shallow and good, don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

Before the words fell, Feng Qian felt a thin and dense light kiss fall on his lips, and his body was rubbed tighter into the man's arms.

But it's not enough, it's not enough!

Her mind went blank, and the only thing left was her constant belief - wanting more, the more the better.

Feng Qian hung on the man, sticking out his tongue and poking deep into the man's mouth. Her rare initiative is tantamount to adding another fire to the dry firewood.

Jun Moying's heart fluttered, and he picked her up horizontally, and strode to the bed.

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Recently, I have been violently swept in H, and it is not good to commit crimes against the wind~~~!