As he spoke, Xie Ci hugged Yuan Changhuan and sat on the swing chair together.

"What about the good push......

Yuan Changhuan was kissed by the fine pieces he fell, his cheeks were slightly red, and he gasped slightly.

"Push from front to back."

Xie Ci smiled and suppressed his voice with heavy breathing.

A little bit to stimulate Yuan Changhuan's senses.

Yuan Changhuan was stimulated by his words, and his misty eyes instantly sobered up.

Taking advantage of the lack of attention, he grabbed his wrist and pressed him down on the swing.

Thanks, like a stream, let your own lady move.

No resistance.

Raise your eyes and you're ......

Yuan Changhuan's eyes were like silk.

A low breath blew at the corner of his lips, "This time I'm pushing my husband." ”

"Okay."

The swing frame is raised, accompanied by the intertwined breathing of men and women.

Spring has sprung.

Budding willow branches flutter in the air.

blocked the spring color of a yard.

Seiwa-in.

Yue Qingrong knew everything about Xingzhixuan.

Yu Gu lightly hammered Yue Qingrong's shoulder, "Princess Niangniang, I heard that today the prince and the princess are in the courtyard, in front of the public, prostituting adultery during the day, this is ......"

"It is said that it was the erotic utensils that the princess brought back from her mother's house, which provoked the princess...... Hey, it's just unsightly. ”

"It's all to blame on the old slave, during the time when Niangniang was away, she didn't look forward to the prince."

Listening to Yu Gu's words, Yue Qingrong's expression became more and more light.

But he did not speak.

He just looked down at the unopened letter in his hand.

The atmosphere was oppressive and heavy.

Yu Gu couldn't figure out the princess's thoughts, so she clicked until she was done, and the rest was not said more.

Halfway, Yue Qingrong slowly unwrapped the beeswax.

Above: This king and Jiang Nuan are innocent, don't provoke Jiang Nuan's mother and daughter, and other things will be discussed when the king comes back.

Looking at the familiar handwriting on it, it seemed that the handsome face with peerless elegance appeared in his mind.

For decades, she has been obsessed with it.

But......

In his letters, every word was to let him not go to the trouble of the Yuan family, in the psychology of the husband, is she such a vexatious person.

It's all because of Jiang Nuan's mother and daughter!

He is far away from the border, how could he know about the inner house of Pingcheng, it must be her good son, who sent the message.

Scold.

This kind of son who is obsessed with beauty is her godson!

Closing his eyes, Yue Qingrong raised his hand and tore up the letterhead.

"I don't blame you, it's the concubine's godson who has no way."

Her husband can be fascinated by Jiang Nuan, not to mention her son, and compared to Jiang Nuan, Jiang Nuan's daughter is obviously superior.

"The princess is not angry, the prince of the world will wake up and know that he will be lost."

"I hope so."

Yue Qingrong just wanted to go back to the house to be quiet, but Mama Yan's voice came from outside.

"Princess, the housekeeper has something important to see you."

Yue Qingrong's eyebrows jumped, his phoenix eyes narrowed, and he said in a low voice, "Please come in." ”

Outside, the housekeeper of the Royal Prince's Mansion immediately hurried in as soon as he heard the summons of the princess, "Princess Qi, someone outside wants to see you." ”

"Who?"

Yue Qingrong's posture was noble and cold, and he asked without hurrying.

Feeling the princess's calmness, the butler's violently beating heart also calmed down, and his eyes flashed, "It's about the prince, it's not easy to say the little one, you can go and see for yourself......"

"Lead the way."

"Yes."

At this time, the line is stopped, and the clouds and rain are beginning to stop.

After the swing was over, Xie Ci hugged Yuan Changhuan back to the room.

Two more times on the bed.

The tired Yuan Changhuan leaned on Xie Ci's arms, gasped carefully, and exhaled like an orchid, "Xie Ci, you are becoming more and more ignorant of moderation." ”