The picture of your Majesty walking out of the camp holding Princess Yongan once again frightened everyone.

A cruel emperor suddenly became so gentle and kind, not only did not comfort everyone, but made people feel even more terrible! There is always an illusion that your Majesty will come back with a sneer, carrying the **** corpse of Princess Yongan...

Lin Feilu didn't know that he had died abnormally in everyone's brain supplements.

Song Jinglan's steps were steady and heavy, she shrank in his arms obediently, playing with his hair for a while, touching his neckline for a while, and finally couldn't help sniffing his slender and beautiful neck with the tip of her nose.

There is a faint ambergris scent on his body. After being fainted by body temperature, his aura becomes stronger, with a reassuring smell.

Song Jinglan paused when her soft nose touched her skin.

He looked down at the restless girl in his arms, his husky voice was a little helpless: "Princess."

Lin Feilu sniffed twice, burying his entire face in the fossa of his neck and rubbing: "Song, you are so fragrant."

Song Jinglan's arms around her were tightened, and the back of her hand showed blue veins.

He closed his eyes, exhaled slowly, gave a bit of helplessness, and then strode towards the Fairy Lake.

The night has come down, and the night sky of the wasteland is endless, clear and bright, like the starry sky in Van Gogh's writings, which is too beautiful to be true. The Fairy Lake was bathed in this starlight, and the surface of the lake gleamed as if it were covered with stars.

There are also a few overhanging willows by the lake, as the night wind blows across the water, shattering the starlight of a lake.

Lin Feilu was truly sentimentally beautiful by the scenery of nature. Suddenly, his heart seemed to be filled with emotion, as if all his limbs were trembling, giving birth to a feeling of special satisfaction.

She turned to look at the long jade man next to him, his hands still clasped her fingers, and his lips smiled softly, even better than this starlight.

She suddenly understood the reason for this feeling.

It is because she is enjoying the most beautiful scenery in the world with her favorite person.

Song Jinglan noticed the sight that had been falling on her face, chuckled lightly, turned her head and asked, "What is the princess looking at?"

Lin Feilu looked at him solemnly and said, "Xiao Song, it turns out that Fairy Lake really has fairies!"

Song Jinglan had actually guessed what she was going to say, but he still asked cooperatively: "Huh? Where is it?"

As a result, Lin Feilu did not follow the routine.

She said, "It's me."

Song Jinglan looked at her in silence for a long time, and finally shook her head and smiled, "Well, it's you."

The night wind blew across the wilderness, and there was an empty and distant sound. Under his gaze, Lin Feilu felt that his physical physique had reappeared, and he stretched out his hand: "Hug."

He smiled, leaning over and hugging her tenderly.

Lin Feilu wrapped his waist, buried him in his chest and groaned, "No matter where I am in the future, you have to hug me when I'm tired."

He lowered his head and kissed her soft long hair: "Okay."

Lin Feilu raised his head to look at him, expressing suspicion: "Whether it is this or that, you can say whatever I say?"

He stroked the back of her head with the palm of his hand, then slid down one by one, pinching the back of her neck, and his deep voice was soft to the extreme: "As long as the princess is by my side, everything is fine."

Lin Feilu got goose bumps again by him.

She found out that whenever this person's perverted possessiveness broke out, she would pinch the back of her neck.

The point is that she is still crazy about this **** possessiveness.

She blushed and pushed him away: "Go back."

Song Jinglan nodded and leaned down to hug her. Lin Feilu quickly said, "I'll go by myself this time!"

He raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you tired?"

Lin Feilu pulled him over, put his fingers across his fingers, clasped them tightly together, and shook with a smile: "It's fine if you hold me."

He also smiled, and brushed off her long hair that was on her cheek: "Well, let's go."

After a while, the people in the camp saw your Majesty returning with Princess Yongan. Seeing that the princess was still alive, everyone was relieved.

Amitabha, it's okay, it's really pity from heaven.

After an overnight rest, the convoy continued to set off.

Song State is located in the south, and has always been known as fertile soil. After crossing the barren border, the place it passed gradually became prosperous. Farming and commerce are well organized, and the customs are different from those of Dalin. Wu Nong's soft language in Jiangnan Water Village has its own style.

Lin Feilu ushered in his eighteenth birthday on the road.

At this time in Dalin in previous years, the climate was still a bit of spring, but at this time the south has the shadow of summer. However, all the way through the official post will be replenished, and there is enough ice to cool off the heat, and the carriage is still very cool.

As soon as the weather became hot, Lin Feilu didn't want to wander around on the road. The envoys who ate and drank finally speeded up their march.

Lin Feilu had actually forgotten about his birthday.

Too many things happened during this period, and she walked on the road for so long. In addition to the change of climate, the concept of time was blurred, and she did not even think that today was her birthday. After getting in the carriage, he leaned on the carpet and flipped through the playbooks from the previous few days.

Seeing the hostess secretly meeting her parents, her feet dangling in the air were suddenly held by a pair of cold hands.

She didn't look back, but kicked her feet in protest.

She smiled at the back, and then a circle of cool things looped around her ankle.

Lin Feilu is half coquettish and half dissatisfied: "What are you doing!"

She turned around and saw that she was wearing a red chain on her ankle.

Lin Feilu turned over and sat up, cross-legged and raised his feet up, and looked closer at the anklet.

A thin chain, I don't know what material to use, exquisite and beautiful, **** red, hanging on her snow-white ankle especially dazzling. The most ingenious part is the buckle of the chain, which is a red phoenix connected end to end.

The phoenix was the representative of the queen in ancient times.

Lin Feilu was a little startled, and for a long time he raised his head and asked the person sitting opposite: "What is this?"

Song Jinglan said softly, "Birthday gift."

Lin Feilu realized that today is his birthday.

No, this is not the point!

She pointed to the anklet: "Phoenix!"

Song Jinglan nodded: "Well, this is a Phoenix button, do you like it?"

"It's not a question of like or not..." She scratched her head and asked hesitantly, "Is the phoenix used only by the queen?"

Song Jinglan smiled and nodded: "Yes."

Lin Feilu's eyes widened, and he said nothing.

Just her? Just her?

Can she be a queen too? ? ?

Although she knew that there was no one else in the little pretty harem, she never thought that she would just sit in the back after she passed. In history, there is no such thing as a queen with a princess, it is only strange that the courtiers of the Song Dynasty did not make a noise.

But looking at Song Jinglan's expression, it seemed that he was not joking at all.

Lin Feilu swallowed.

Seeing her delay in speaking, Song Jinglan leaned forward, pulled her twisted fingers, and asked in a low voice, "Is the princess not willing to be a lonely queen?"

Lin Feilu was a little bit distressed: "Of course I am willing to be willing, but... I feel so troublesome. I have to abide by a lot of rules and manage the harem. If you come to please Ann, then you have to come to see you. ."

Song Jinglan saw her small face wrinkled and worried about her future life, she couldn't help but smile: "No, you don't need to worry about those things, no one will disturb you."

Lin Feilu pursed his lips: "Then why be a queen?"

He touched her head and said softly, "Because I want to give the princess the best things in the world."

Lin Feilu's eyelashes trembled.

After a long time, the roots of the ears were burning red, and he said nonchalantly on his face: "Well, since you have sincerely requested, then I will satisfy you with compassion."

She looked down at the red chain again.

Phoenix buckle.

The name is nice and nice.

She couldn't help but rushed up and hugged Song Jinglan, lying on his shoulder and acting like a baby: "I really like this gift."

He laughed and hugged her back.

Lin Feilu twisted in his arms for a while, the flower on the tip of his heart seemed to be about to bloom, and he couldn't hide his love and affection.

She pursed her lower lip, and whispered in his ear: "Your Highness, you have given me so many gifts, can I give you one too?"

Song Jinglan smiled and said, "Okay, what gift will the principal give me?"

She was mysterious, and she whispered in his ears: "You close your eyes."

Song Jinglan closed his eyes in response.

It felt like the girl lying on her shoulders had left. After a while, her soft, gentle breath gradually approached the door.

Holding her breath, she half-kneeled on the carriage, with her hands behind her back, raised her chin and slowly moved closer, and then gently kissed his lips.

Like the gentleness of the clouds, like the light touch of the breeze, like a spring rain pouring on the lotus leaves without leaving a trace.

Song Jinglan opened his eyes.

Before Lin Feilu had time to leave his lips, she suddenly met his Shenyou's eyes, was stunned for a moment, and even forgot to back off.

The thin lips that I had kissed suddenly twitched. The palms of both hands touched the back of her head and brought her down. When Lin Feilu reacted, the person was already lying on the soft carpet of the carriage, and he was pressed under him.

His hand was still on the back of her head, his body slightly sideways, so as not to press her, but the other hand stroked her waist, held her tightly, and then kissed her.

She always thinks that he smells good.

At this moment, the smell completely enveloped her, passed through her nasal cavity, and filled every sense of her.

His gentleness changed his tone, with an involuntary aggressiveness, forbidden her to retreat or gritted her teeth. But he didn't rush or slow down, patiently kissed and bitten every inch, until she got soft and couldn't help loosening her lips and teeth, and then he took advantage of it and robbed her of everything.

Lin Feilu was kissed to the point that she was weak and her brain was dizzy. The flower on the tip of her heart was out of her body at this moment, and the petals wrapped her and the man in front of her. She forgot that they were still in the carriage, and that there were others outside.

She forgot everything and just wanted to respond to him.

In confusion, a soft touch slipped from her lips to her jaw, then kissed her neck all the way down.

Her fingers were clenched into fists, and the back of her feet was stretched straight.

Song Jinglan stopped at the position of his collarbone. He raised his head slightly, and his eyes were filled with desire and thought. He looked at the affectionate girl under him, and gently brushed the wetness of the corners of her eyes with his fingers, then lowered his head and kissed him. Kissed her closed eyes.

Lin Feilu was panting, and heard his voice with a low smile: "Thank you princess for the gift, Gu loves it very much."