Since sending someone to see Yu Ling away, Yuwen Qinglan has been a little confused. She reluctantly calmed down and reviewed the memorial for a while. She felt bored in her heart, so she got up alone to relax and walked out for a while. When she looked up, she walked to Qinghui Palace without realizing it.
Since he is here, let's go in and take a look. Yuwen Qinglan thought so, lifted up his dragon robe and stepped in. This was his first time to come to Qinghui Palace. He found that it was a desolate and remote little palace. What made him frown even more was that from stepping into the hall to step into the bedroom, there was no slave serving him.
Walking to the door of the bedroom, he heard a faint singing voice coming from the room. Yuwen Qinglan stopped, held her breath, and listened carefully.
I only heard a clear and sad woman singing:
If you are clear and dusty, if you are turbid and muddy
When will the ups and downs come together?
May the southwest wind pass by and fall into your arms
If you are not open to good deeds, what should you rely on for a lowly concubine?
The song was sad and melodious, and it was tear-jerking. Yuwen Qinglan's heart moved slightly and couldn't help but walk into the hall with light steps. He saw Yu Ling wearing a plain white tulle skirt, without any makeup, her hair was winding and swaying on the ground, swaying with her sleeves while singing and dancing. Her dance steps were not organized, but just floating casually. Her graceful figure was like a weak willow to support the wind, and her delicate and graceful dance posture was like a banished immortal in the moon. Her beautiful and beautiful face was drooping tears, which was indescribable.
Baozhu saw the emperor suddenly breaking in, and was shocked to hold Yu Ling, who was drunk, but Yuwen Qinglan waved her hand and signaled her to retreat.
Yu Ling was already drunk and was immersed in her grief, not paying attention to the uninvited guest in the hall.
This is a bargain. Yuwen Qinglan enjoyed a wonderful singing and dancing for free. Although there are many singing and dancing in the palace, they are often the same. They either praise me or attract attention. It is rare that Yuwen Qinglan is so sincere and lingering. She admires it quietly. Her amber eyes reveal a soft light, and her irritable mood gradually calms down.
Historical records show that the Han Palace is charming, exquisite in dancing skills, and all kinds of styles, so they favor the harem, which made the Han emperor obsessed with him so much that he could not extricate himself. When Yuwen Qinglan read it, she scoffed at it and thought it was ridiculous. She was just a squeamish dancer. How could she fall into the king? Now seeing Yu Ling's beautiful dance posture, Fang Shi believes that the beauty can be graceful and charming, and she can really dance to the city and the country.
After all, Yu Ling drank too much wine, and after dancing for a while, she felt dizzy. She accidentally stepped on the long skirt and her legs became weak and she fell straight to the ground. Yu Wen Qinglan naturally would not sit and watch the beauty covered in dust, so she stepped forward to support her
Yu Ling was half lying in Yu Wen Qinglan's arms with her drunken eyes, staring at him with her apricot eyes straight at him. Since Yu Wen Qinglan and Yu Wen Zhentao are brothers, their appearances are somewhat similar. Yu Ling couldn't tell clearly when she was drunk, but she blushed and stared at him in a daze. She stretched out her slender hands to gently stroke his side face, her eyes full of tenderness and sweetness.
Yu Wen Qinglan thought about it and couldn't help but pick her up and carefully place her on the bed.
Yu Ling let him carry it to the bed without any resistance. His eyes looked at him became more lingering and passionate. Without waiting for him to move, she opened her jade arms and wrapped her neck. Her fragrant and soft cherry lips met his thin lips, and her lilac tongue flexibly slid into his mouth.
Yuwen Qinglan's face turned hot. She was a little surprised by her sudden enthusiasm, but she did not refuse. Instead, she squinted her eyes and enjoyed her initiative, thinking to herself: It turns out that she was so attractive when she was enthusiastic.
Yu Ling kissed him enthusiastically, moved his little hand to his waist, pulled off his belt, spread out his clothes, revealing his strong chest and sexy abdominal muscles, and his smooth jade hands wandered around on his naked and smooth skin, skillfully teasing his sensitivity everywhere.
Her enthusiasm made Yuwen Qinglan unable to resist it. Her desire ignited like wildfire. Yuwen Qinglan quickly turned passive into initiative, turned over and pressed her hard, tore open the tulle skirt on her body, and kneaded the softness on her chest with both hands. She lowered her head and sucked her cheeks, hair, earlobes, and neck. She planted red strawberries on her snowy skin.
Yu Ling giggled unrestrainedly, leaning high on her neck as beautiful as a swan, and her delicate body arched upwards to meet him. Her soft and plump breasts kept rubbing against him and twisting. Her two white and jade-like long legs wrapped around his tiger waist like snakes, looking sexy and charming.
Yuwen Qinglan was a little out of control by her. Although he had three thousand beauties, because of his natural majesty, the concubines in the harem followed the rules in front of him and did not dare to act in voluntary behavior, for fear of being regarded as a lewd woman who was not virtuous. He had never seen such a fairy woman? Although he practiced the Prajna Heart Sutra, the Heart Sutra could only help resist the deliberately used arts. But like Yu Ling's current style, he could not resist the Heart Sutra. As long as he was a man with normal functions, he could not resist such beautiful temptations.
As an emperor, he never suppressed his desires, not to mention that she was his concubine. It is natural to pamper her in the future. Yuwen Qinglan naturally tasted her delicious and seductive body, and her slender fingers played with her delicate nipples. Her peach-pink nipples were stimulated and stood up tremblingly.
Yuwen Qinglan stood up straight and admired the beautiful body that was standing in front of her. Her waist was erect buttocks were curved, her flawless ice-skinned and jade bones, and her tentacles were extremely smooth. She was really a beauty that was eroded by the soul. Under his caress, she whispered weakly and softly, her voice was like a singing oriole, and her charm was full of charm and boundless colors.
No wonder so many men are falling down under her pomegranate skirt. Thinking that such a seductive charm once bloomed in front of other men, Yuwen Qinglan frowned in displeasure. However, from now on, she only belongs to him, only him, and can only be loved by him.
Writer's words:
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Since he is here, let's go in and take a look. Yuwen Qinglan thought so, lifted up his dragon robe and stepped in. This was his first time to come to Qinghui Palace. He found that it was a desolate and remote little palace. What made him frown even more was that from stepping into the hall to step into the bedroom, there was no slave serving him.
Walking to the door of the bedroom, he heard a faint singing voice coming from the room. Yuwen Qinglan stopped, held her breath, and listened carefully.
I only heard a clear and sad woman singing:
If you are clear and dusty, if you are turbid and muddy
When will the ups and downs come together?
May the southwest wind pass by and fall into your arms
If you are not open to good deeds, what should you rely on for a lowly concubine?
The song was sad and melodious, and it was tear-jerking. Yuwen Qinglan's heart moved slightly and couldn't help but walk into the hall with light steps. He saw Yu Ling wearing a plain white tulle skirt, without any makeup, her hair was winding and swaying on the ground, swaying with her sleeves while singing and dancing. Her dance steps were not organized, but just floating casually. Her graceful figure was like a weak willow to support the wind, and her delicate and graceful dance posture was like a banished immortal in the moon. Her beautiful and beautiful face was drooping tears, which was indescribable.
Baozhu saw the emperor suddenly breaking in, and was shocked to hold Yu Ling, who was drunk, but Yuwen Qinglan waved her hand and signaled her to retreat.
Yu Ling was already drunk and was immersed in her grief, not paying attention to the uninvited guest in the hall.
This is a bargain. Yuwen Qinglan enjoyed a wonderful singing and dancing for free. Although there are many singing and dancing in the palace, they are often the same. They either praise me or attract attention. It is rare that Yuwen Qinglan is so sincere and lingering. She admires it quietly. Her amber eyes reveal a soft light, and her irritable mood gradually calms down.
Historical records show that the Han Palace is charming, exquisite in dancing skills, and all kinds of styles, so they favor the harem, which made the Han emperor obsessed with him so much that he could not extricate himself. When Yuwen Qinglan read it, she scoffed at it and thought it was ridiculous. She was just a squeamish dancer. How could she fall into the king? Now seeing Yu Ling's beautiful dance posture, Fang Shi believes that the beauty can be graceful and charming, and she can really dance to the city and the country.
After all, Yu Ling drank too much wine, and after dancing for a while, she felt dizzy. She accidentally stepped on the long skirt and her legs became weak and she fell straight to the ground. Yu Wen Qinglan naturally would not sit and watch the beauty covered in dust, so she stepped forward to support her
Yu Ling was half lying in Yu Wen Qinglan's arms with her drunken eyes, staring at him with her apricot eyes straight at him. Since Yu Wen Qinglan and Yu Wen Zhentao are brothers, their appearances are somewhat similar. Yu Ling couldn't tell clearly when she was drunk, but she blushed and stared at him in a daze. She stretched out her slender hands to gently stroke his side face, her eyes full of tenderness and sweetness.
Yu Wen Qinglan thought about it and couldn't help but pick her up and carefully place her on the bed.
Yu Ling let him carry it to the bed without any resistance. His eyes looked at him became more lingering and passionate. Without waiting for him to move, she opened her jade arms and wrapped her neck. Her fragrant and soft cherry lips met his thin lips, and her lilac tongue flexibly slid into his mouth.
Yuwen Qinglan's face turned hot. She was a little surprised by her sudden enthusiasm, but she did not refuse. Instead, she squinted her eyes and enjoyed her initiative, thinking to herself: It turns out that she was so attractive when she was enthusiastic.
Yu Ling kissed him enthusiastically, moved his little hand to his waist, pulled off his belt, spread out his clothes, revealing his strong chest and sexy abdominal muscles, and his smooth jade hands wandered around on his naked and smooth skin, skillfully teasing his sensitivity everywhere.
Her enthusiasm made Yuwen Qinglan unable to resist it. Her desire ignited like wildfire. Yuwen Qinglan quickly turned passive into initiative, turned over and pressed her hard, tore open the tulle skirt on her body, and kneaded the softness on her chest with both hands. She lowered her head and sucked her cheeks, hair, earlobes, and neck. She planted red strawberries on her snowy skin.
Yu Ling giggled unrestrainedly, leaning high on her neck as beautiful as a swan, and her delicate body arched upwards to meet him. Her soft and plump breasts kept rubbing against him and twisting. Her two white and jade-like long legs wrapped around his tiger waist like snakes, looking sexy and charming.
Yuwen Qinglan was a little out of control by her. Although he had three thousand beauties, because of his natural majesty, the concubines in the harem followed the rules in front of him and did not dare to act in voluntary behavior, for fear of being regarded as a lewd woman who was not virtuous. He had never seen such a fairy woman? Although he practiced the Prajna Heart Sutra, the Heart Sutra could only help resist the deliberately used arts. But like Yu Ling's current style, he could not resist the Heart Sutra. As long as he was a man with normal functions, he could not resist such beautiful temptations.
As an emperor, he never suppressed his desires, not to mention that she was his concubine. It is natural to pamper her in the future. Yuwen Qinglan naturally tasted her delicious and seductive body, and her slender fingers played with her delicate nipples. Her peach-pink nipples were stimulated and stood up tremblingly.
Yuwen Qinglan stood up straight and admired the beautiful body that was standing in front of her. Her waist was erect buttocks were curved, her flawless ice-skinned and jade bones, and her tentacles were extremely smooth. She was really a beauty that was eroded by the soul. Under his caress, she whispered weakly and softly, her voice was like a singing oriole, and her charm was full of charm and boundless colors.
No wonder so many men are falling down under her pomegranate skirt. Thinking that such a seductive charm once bloomed in front of other men, Yuwen Qinglan frowned in displeasure. However, from now on, she only belongs to him, only him, and can only be loved by him.
Writer's words:
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