Queen Flower

Jun Wu jokingly kills people, and the queen who has just taken up her post is very uncomfortable.

Shangguanhong said after the incident: "Actually, there is no title for the Queen in the Zun Kingdom. However, His Majesty wants to be canonized, and the courtiers can't stop it. The queen is good, the queen is good, haha."

Jiang Lan was very depressed when he shot himself in the foot.

Shangguanhong has great feminism and likes to be on top of men. When she arrives in Zunguo, she becomes more and more powerful. In the old days of revering the country, although women were respected, men were not inferior. The multi-husband system was for the reproduction of the race and the balance of society, so it was not called queen or king-husband, but there was a difference between a husband and a husband. Ah, the things in the bones can't be changed.

However, Shangguanhong didn't say anything to remind her just now. It was also for Murong Xiling and for his reputation. The queen is rarely confused, whether it's a joke or the truth. In short, the opportunity is not easy, so if you want to seize the opportunity, it doesn't matter what the title is. From now on, he will be her husband, and he will no longer have to be burdened by the seniority of the master, unable to advance or retreat.

Xiao Yan reluctantly knocked her head when he found out, and then went to rebuild the Royal Forest Army with all his heart. When a big man becomes the queen of a woman, he really doesn't know whether to envy or laugh at him. His mood is really complicated, so he doesn't want to think about it, or it's more important to do business.

Chu Qingcheng didn't say anything. He pinched her earlobe and said with a smile, "So, I should be promoted too?"

Jiang Lan took his hand, "You have already been promoted, and now all the financial and economic affairs are in your hands."

Chu Qingcheng's face darkened, and he said in her ear, "Don't pretend to be garlic, hmph, don't think I'm as stupid as you, son." He left with a flick of his sleeves.

Jiang Lan stood on the spot, and suddenly laughed out loud, she couldn't imagine being called Chu Qingcheng's concubine. She thought it was very funny, Nima, why is she so happy.

If she did laugh twice during the day after she was busy with business, she would not laugh at night.

Because it was her who issued the decree to confer the title of queen today, not someone else.

Shangguan Hong acted quickly, and announced it to the world on the same day, so that she didn't even have time to go back on it, so the master is now her husband and her queen, and everyone in the palace knows it. They are also looking at themselves.

Xiao Chengchen was already angry and ran away. In his heart, he only recognized Xiao Yan. She has a very good relationship with Xiao Yan, everyone knows that, because Xiao Yan never hides and has always been very open. But her relationship with Murong Xiling was very delicate. If they are far away, they are both teachers and friends. If they are strangers, they are very close, if they are very close, and they almost never cross the line.

In a world of men and women. The heart of gossip was also prevalent, especially in the court, both male and female. Everyone is wondering, who is the Queen's favorite person? Although Murong Xiling had a noble status, no matter how noble he married, it still depended on the treatment of his wife and owner.

Jiang Lan stood in her own room and hesitated. If she didn't go to the master tonight, everyone would look at him with pity tomorrow. A husband who is not valued and liked by his wife. It's no use being a queen.

Jiang Lan felt that she was trapped in a cocoon, and her original intention was for the good of Murong Xiling. It wasn't that she wanted him to be hurt, but why did things gradually get out of her control? Didn't she keep making up her mind to go home? How can you have a righteous husband in a daze?

The bright moon is in the sky, and the night wind is gentle.

She walked out of the house and came to Murong Xiling's room, but she was wandering back and forth at the door, undecided, occasionally looking up and seeing the glittering and interesting eyes of the palace people, she was really the most aggrieved queen in history.

The door behind him suddenly opened, and Murong Xiling stood at the door, "It will be dawn when you come and go." He sighed and took her arm, "Come in."

He closed the door and stood in front of her.

There was only a dim oil lamp in the room, and the faint light was not as bright as the moonlight.

The first time she came to his house, it was as simple and clean as always, even a little cold, like an ascetic. The luxurious furniture in the palace was gone, and replaced with neat and simple tables and chairs. If If it wasn't for the carvings on the walls and the exquisite window curtains, she would have thought she was no longer in the palace. He was still the same, even if he became Murong Xiling, he was still the same Wen Daolin, who was isolated from the world in a bamboo house at the foot of the mountain.

Jiang Lan lowered his head slightly, a little embarrassed.

Murong Xiling looked at her, with the same white shirt as him, long hair like a waterfall, and the dark fragrance of the lotus out of the water. It has been magnified several times, and it looks more charming and attractive, as if he had taken him to the cave many years ago, the same dim light, the same delicate and beautiful body, and the weak and boneless beauty snake wrapped around him like a snake. Breathing slightly.

There was a fire burning in his heart, in such a silent night, in such a lonely meeting in his room, he couldn't restrain himself, and he didn't want to restrain himself, because now he was no longer her master, he was her His husband, her queen, he can have her rightfully, she should be his, from the moment he picked her up on the roadside.

Murong Xiling's fingers moved down from her forehead along her cheeks, caressing her slender and delicate neck, resting on her delicate collarbone, rubbing back and forth, gentle but provocative.

Jiang Lan's face turned red. Ever since he met Murong Xiling again, he has always been gentle and polite, like a father, like an elder brother, like a friend. There is only a little bit of affection that always lingers between them. . He wasn't impulsive, he wasn't forced, and he never even had a real kiss.

He cared about her very much, and she was very dependent on him, as if they were supposed to be like this, calm and secure.

But now he feels different to her. It's like returning to the back mountain on the night when the killer in black arrived. There is a kind of enthusiasm that is gradually condensing, breaking through the light smell on his body and breaking out of the shell.

For Murong Xiling, he clearly remembered the only time between them. All the scenes were replayed repeatedly in his mind, and the memory was still fresh, but for Jiang Lan, she didn't remember anything, she only I remember reaching out to him and waking up, it's all over.

Jiang Lan was a little flustered and wanted to run away.

The master is different from them. If she stays now, it will be different in the future. Jiang Lan is a modern person, so she feels that even though she slept with Xiao Yan, Yan Zhan and Chu Qingcheng, she was not guilty because they were all men from the Celestial Dynasty. , Physically, she never felt that she and they were sorry for the other. There is no obligation for women to be responsible in a male-respect society. Since men can have many women, why should women be responsible for them because of one-night stands? She felt sorry for them, purely because of feelings, emotionally speaking, she was sorry for them, so she felt guilty because she was not single-minded, because she was not strong-willed. Having been immersed in modern society for nearly 30 years, she has a kind of indifference and sophistication. She starts to love because she is loved. In the emotional world, she always protects herself first. In today's situation, she can be considered to have abandoned her beliefs and three views, and no longer think deeply.

But Murong Xiling is different. He is a man who respects the country of women and is bound by morality. Even if she has inadvertently taken away his chastity, she can pretend that she has accidentally destroyed her conscience, but she cannot be awake when she is conscious. If she does this, how will she leave in the future? Whether she chooses to leave or is forced to leave this world, it will be a very bad situation for him.

She made a bad chess move, which was purely a stupid move. What should I do now?

Murong Xiling's hand grabbed her shoulder, firmly and without hesitation, interrupting her continuous thoughts.

"Master." Jiang Lan looked up at him.

Murong Xiling suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Gentle and lingering, warm and turbulent, it is like gathering so many thoughts of day and night between lips and teeth, venting all his feelings and love, pouring it here, and pouring it into her heart from her throat.

He has her in his heart, does she understand?

He kissed her cheek, eyes, nose, chin, and then moved down, biting her shirt open with his teeth, he clasped her waist with one hand, and went around her back with the other, his slender fingers moving on her back, Pressing along the knuckles, from top to bottom, brought her a burst of numbness and trembling.

The floodgates of memory, never closed, are now pouring out.

His fingers tugged her waistband, and before she could react, he quickly stripped off her clothes, and no one was more familiar with her clothes than he was, because that's how he chose to look in the first place.

In the dim light, he was fully clothed, but she was naked, as if the same thing happened again.

He looked at her with a burning light in his eyes, depressed, obsessed, and glanced at her with his eyes. He hadn't seen her like this for a long, long time.

Jiang Lan was very embarrassed, how could he do this, she pulled down the long hairpin on her head, threw it out, and turned off the oil lamp, leaving the room in darkness, leaving only the moonlight by the window, through which a hazy light shone through. Silver light, gathered on the two of them, although it is not clear, it is enough at this moment.

The combination of light and shadow is real and fuzzy, blurred and charming.

Murong Xiling took her hand and put it on the placket of his clothes, slowly pulled it away, and then put her hand on his bare/naked chest, "That time, we started like this..."

Although she forgot, but he still remembers, let's do it again, step by step, the old things will repeat, this time will not allow her to forget, this time must let her remember.

He took her in his arms, and the naked skin touched, like the lead of dynamite ignited, and it seemed that the sizzling sound could be heard.