The emperor's favorite gentleman is enchanting

Chapter 273 Don't miss one of them (4)
"What two dead princesses!"

"Before, I went in with one, and it looks the same." The man froze, "One, it's exactly the same."

The moonlight sprinkled the ground, and outside the Jiaolan Hall, the wind was blowing the palace lanterns, and the figures swayed slightly.On the gravel road, the woman was holding up the hem of her red dress, walking like a cat, her eyes were moving nimbly.

This appearance really looks like a thief.

In the wind-blown silence, a voice suddenly said: "Eleven."

Damn, I got caught!

After a catwalk, Rong Qiannian flicked her skirt, raised her head, and smiled: "Are you guarding here to catch me?" His eyebrows and eyes turned around, very cunningly.

Across the winding gravel road, Xiao Shan leaned against the rockery in front of the hall, and under the lamp, smiled lightly: "Well, I'll catch you, a restless woman."

"Sanggong." She stood still, opened her hands, and said softly, "I'm tired."

She seldom acted like a baby like this, but she did it every time.

Stepping on the moonlight all over the ground, he walked slowly, and pulled her into his arms, she chuckled softly, rubbing against him with uneasiness in her heart.

"Don't move." The breath was shallow, and it sprayed coolly in the woman's ear, Xiao Shan whispered, "Let me hug you for a while."

Rong Qiannian obediently did not move, raised her head, and the moonlight melted into her eyes.

"When did you wake up?"

"I didn't hold you, and I haven't fallen asleep."

His voice was muffled and seemed a bit childish, which made her laugh out loud. She tiptoed up and kissed his earlobe, and asked, "Then why didn't you stop me?"

The earlobes were itchy, and the woman in his arms was very scratchy, which made him distracted. He raised his eyes, a little dazed: "Because you made the charming powder." He seemed to be smiling, and led her on the gravel road , "My body can withstand that charming powder, but I can't match you."

If such intoxicating words were used in normal times, Rong Qiannian would definitely take advantage of her drunkenness to let go of her drunken madness, but right now, she was staring at Xiao Chen in a daze, she smiled, her tone was less playful, and she asked: " Can't beat me?" Deliberately raised his head and moved closer to his face, "Is it still my face?"

Getting closer, she saw her own shadow in his slightly blue eyes, which was full of her.

Well, it's her face.

Immediately, she frowned.

This girl actually played mediocrity.

Xiao Chen smiled slightly, put his fingertips between her eyebrows, and rubbed lightly: "There is only one you in this world." He leaned slightly, looked at her face carefully, and said, "I only allow one like this. s face."

Well, men in the world look at their faces more, but the man she looks at lightly naturally only looks at her, not just her face, but wants, wants... Look inside and out, up and down!
Only then did Rong Qiannian laugh, and obediently opened her hands, Ren Xiaochen untied her cloak, and then her outer clothes.

"Hey, sleep for a while, you've been tossing all night."

Kissing her lips, he put her into the brocade quilt, tucked the corners of the quilt, leaned over, and brushed her hair hanging down the bed.

She was probably really tired, and the eyelashes closed after fluttering a few times. After a while, she suddenly opened her eyes, plunged into the pillow, sniffed, and raised her head: "Yiyao, I smell it."

"Ok?"

Rong Qiannian turned sideways, faced Xiao Chen, sniffled, and said solemnly: "There is another woman's breath on this bed."

Well, it smells like powder, and Miss Rong doesn't like it very much.

Xiao Chen held her chin and looked at her with a smile: "What else?"

She nuzzled Xiao Shan's hand, sniffed it, and frowned: "The smell of blood."

The very faint smell of blood was probably wiped off on purpose, leaving a vague fishy smell.

She is too sensitive to blood.

"The quilt has been changed, it's probably because of the fringe tent." He brushed the tip of her nose with his fingertips, he bowed his head, and kissed her, "The nose is really good."

Can it not work?Smell so much.

Rong Qiannian rubbed her itchy nose, stretched out her finger and brought it closer to Xiao Sheng: "Smell, my hands are also stained with this smell, and I can't even wash it off."

There was a slight complaint and a little bit of grievance in the tone, showing a bit of a little girl's posture.

She, without questioning, doubting, or thinking about anything, just talked about the smell of blood with him.

This woman, no matter what she says or doesn't say, she can always inadvertently scratch people's hearts and grasp the softest part.

Xiao Shan couldn't help laughing, he held her fingers on his lips and kissed her one by one, there was a touch of blood.

"A total of sixteen."

She didn't ask, and he just listened to her soft thoughts.

"Yiyao, tonight, I peeled off the faces of sixteen girls, and the sixteen complete sheets can probably be made into a picture of a lady with a hundred phoenixes and a phoenix."

Few women in the world dare to peel off human skin, how can she be so calm and calm, as if she is a commonplace.

In the end, how many times does it have to be contaminated to be so sensitive to blood, and how ruthless it must be to get used to it.

She must have a memory, every scene in it, he is blank.This cat scratched his heart, it was numb and itchy, but it couldn't scratch the soft spot, it made him feel pain and pain.

She raised her head: "One more." Smiling, she sniffed the blood in the light makeup.

There is one more thing left, the one who deserves to be skinned and cramped the most, who dared to leave makeup on the bed of Rong Qiannian, and the man who dared to make her Rong Qiannian bloody.

"That face is too similar to yours." He raised his hand and brushed her face inch by inch, "How can I do it?"

She smiled.

Then let her do it...

"It really looks like it."

There was a joke that sounded like a laugh, and the echo echoed.

In the dimness where no light can shine, the shade is creepy, except for a faint oil lamp hanging on the uneven wall, illuminating the coldness of the iron chain.

Ding……

The iron chain rubbed against each other and made a stinging sound, the rust was dyed red, twisted and twisted, pierced into the lute bone, and wrapped around the skirt of the woman, so bright red that no trace of the original could be seen.

Under a dim light, the woman's scabbed eyelashes fluttered and slowly opened, her blood-colored clothes, paper-white face, and slack eyes suddenly condensed into burning light.

The chapped lips were opened and closed, and the woman's voice was dry and hoarse: "Rong Jiu."

"It's a pity." She was wearing a white dress, not stained with dust, and her embroidered shoes stepped on a subway chain. The cold wall, the hanging instruments of torture, so eerie, suddenly became her background, the dim candlelight, her His eyes were shining brightly, and with a faint smile, he slowly approached, with the corners of his lips lightly swearing, and said, "It's a pity, once I opened my eyes, I ruined my beautiful appearance."

She held a pair of evil and charming red phoenix eyes, and looked at it carefully.

Well, this face is very resembling, if you close your eyes, it can be mistaken for real.

(End of this chapter)