The word "shenzhi" was called out by her, just like two of the best syllables in the world. He squeezed her tighter, and with that strength, she was almost inlaid into her flesh and her throat rolled He seduced in her ear with a dumb voice: "A few more calls."

The path that the sedan chair traveled can almost turn the entire prime minister's house twice. Everyone knows the movement inside the sedan chair.

I was amazed at the fact that the high-ranking minister in his own house would not do it if he did not do it. The first thing he did was **.

Can't wait to turn into roots!

The courtyard of the Prime Minister's House Nalanmo is a forbidden area. No one can step in without permission, and the bearers are turning here.

There are two people in the sedan chair. Although they are not heavy, they can move around for so long, and the iron beaters can't stand it. The footworkers gradually slow down, and their bodies are sweating like rain.

They didn't expect that their adults were so physically fit.

Just as everyone's footsteps were drifting, the voice of the magistrate finally came from the sedan chair: "Take the sedan chair to the door of the study, and you will step back."

The bearers were relieved.

The sedan chair stopped at the entrance of the study. After a long time, Nalan Mo, who was neatly dressed, hugged the woman in her arms and came out of the sedan, walking towards the study.

The woman's face was covered by a dipper, and the babies at the door of the study all bowed their heads, and in the corner of their eyes, they saw a black skirt hanging down by the woman, and nothing else was seen.

Holding the song on the couch in his study room, Nalan Mo leaned down slightly and looked at the song from a high position.

He nodded on Yan Ge's body, unbuttoned her blouse, and touched every inch of her skin.

The eyes are foolish, as if looking at an excellent piece of porcelain.

Yan Ge held his head in one hand, squinted slightly, and watched Nalan Mo's hand lingering on her.

Ask him: "Does it look good?"

This woman was not a little bit shy, and even asked so boldly that he didn't look good.

She's like this, isn't it?

But he liked her voice so much, and even liked her tenderness and pride when she asked questions.

"It looks good," he said. "It looks good."

She leaned slightly to the side, crawling on the bed, revealing a smooth and graceful back: "Sir, I heard that you are good at Dan Qing, especially Red Plum in the Snow, and the painting is excellent. I have the honor to let you on my back Draw a picture. "

Nalan Mo's fingers touched her back, swam slowly from top to bottom, and eventually fell between her legs: "Call me carefully."

The corners of her eyes were as charming as dripping water. Thanks for holding him, her voice sounded like a kind: "Be careful!"

He was not interested in painting. He pushed his fingers slightly, leaned down, and the whole person was attached to her ...

This afternoon, he was painting on her back.

The red plum in the snow, extending from her groin, has been in full bloom on her shoulders, and her white tender back is blooming such a tree of red plums, beautiful.

When he was painting, she was lying there, looking at a book in his study.

From time to time, he looked up at her side face, and she didn't speak. The quiet features of the five senses. At this moment, the scenery made him have the illusion of quiet years.

He paused, his thoughts repeated over and over again, eventually unable to suppress, and asked her softly, "Your Majesty treats you unusually?"