Raiders of His Royal Highness

Night fell, and the lights shook.

As the mama and the palace servants filed out, the room was so quiet that only the subtle breathing of the two could be heard.

Yu Ling thought for a while, stood up, walked to the cabinet, took out a thick quilt and spread it on the soft couch not far away.

"Your Highness, this is...?" Yu Ling had just packed the soft couch when he heard Qin Zhirong's soft voice behind him.

She turned her head and smiled gently: "It's getting late, it's time to rest. You sleep in bed tonight, and Ben Gong sleeps here."

Yu Ling knew very well that Qin Zhirong's marriage to her, the prince, was out of desperation, and her identity as a woman she could not reveal, so sleeping in separate beds was the best choice.

"His Royal Highness is weak, so let's go to bed." Qin Zhirong thought that Yu Ling was too weak to be bedridden before and that he needed to rush to Xilai's dead horse as a living horse doctor, so he thought that His Highness...was unable to bridal chamber. So considerately and kindly let Yu Ling go to bed.

"Bengong is much better, you don't have to worry too much." Yu Ling, who was pretending to be sick, was a little ashamed of Qin Zhirong's concern.

The dim light of the red candle reflected on Qin Zhirong, making her already charming and charming even more hazy and seductive. Yu Ling reached out his hand, held her little catkin, and led her to the bed.

"It's not too cold in autumn, the quilt is thick enough, and it's enough for Ben Gong to sleep on the soft couch."

"Good, you've been tired all day today, take a good rest."

With the beauty in front, Yu Ling couldn't hold back the restlessness in her heart, and gently pinched Qin Zhirong's pink and tender face, the corners of her mouth flying.

In order to prevent Qin Zhirong from feeling disgusted, she withdrew her hand after a slight touch, and after giving Qin Zhirong a doting smile, she turned around and walked towards the soft couch.

Qin Zhirong saw that Yu Ling's attitude was firm, so it was not easy to go against her mind. Carefully took off his coat, hesitating for a while, only to take off the underwear. Climbing into the quilt, there is a fragrant smell coming from your nostrils.

This is the taste of His Royal Highness. Feeling the aura that belongs to the prince and surrounding him, Qin Zhirong blushed with shame, buried his head in the quilt, closed his eyes and forced himself to fall asleep quickly.

On the soft couch, Yu Ling rested her head on her arm, quietly listening to the movement on the other side of the bed. Hearing Qin Zhirong turning over unnaturally and hearing her uneasy breathing, she knew that she was afraid that she was just as uneasy as the breathing.

That's right, marrying into the royal family that has always resisted, and marrying someone she doesn't like, is actually very uncomfortable for her.

Yu Ling slowly put his hand over his heart, feeling the beating there, and suddenly felt that he had made a mistake by using Qin Zhirong as a chess piece for the old man. If she hadn't done this, she wouldn't have had the chance to meet Qin Zhirong, and she wouldn't have left this heart on her.

However, a person with a ten-thousand-year-old glance may not be able to escape if he wants to.

Qin Zhirong won't have her in her heart, so she should keep this friendship well, just like the hairpin, where everyone can't see it.

After calming the throbbing in her heart, Yu Ling heard that Qin Zhirong's breathing on the other side of the bed had become steady and long, and knew that she had fallen asleep peacefully.

She also slowly turned over and fell asleep with endless thoughts.

…

In the morning, the sky is bright outside the window.

"His Royal Highness, the Crown Princess, are you going to get up?" The maids who were carrying toilet items stood in a row outside the house. The oval-faced maid in the lead asked aloud when she heard some movement in the house.

Qin Zhirong, who was getting dressed, saw that Yu Ling also got up, and the inner clothes made of snow satin were stuck on her body, making her slender figure even more tall and straight.

However, her gaze stayed on that chest for a while. She didn't expect that the thin and thin His Royal Highness would have some ups and downs, and he looked very strong.

Yu Ling, who was yawning, saw at a glance that the neatly dressed Qin Zhirong's black eyes were looking at somewhere in her...

Yu Ling has already reached her hair, and her body is almost developed. In order to make her part less obvious, she also deliberately kept herself very thin. But she is a woman who has reached the age of the hairpin. No matter how thin she is, there is still some curvature there.

Last night, she didn't even untie the corset for fear of being seen by Qin Zhirong.

But now she is wearing a lingerie. Although she has a corset, it is somewhat incompatible with her thin body.

She coughed twice, put on her clothes in front of Qin Zhirong, and asked with a smile, "Why is the Crown Princess looking at Ben Gong like this? I wonder if you are satisfied with Ben Gong's figure?"

The ridicule in Yu Ling's eyes was too strong, Qin Zhirong blushed again, bit his lower lip, and was at a loss as to how to answer this.

"Bengong fell ill when he was young, and in order to keep fit, he deliberately learned martial arts."

"So the Crown Princess doesn't think that Ben Gong is very thin, but the flesh under Ben Gong's clothes is still very strong...I wonder if the Crown Princess is curious and wants to take a look?" Yu Ling knew that only he was more magnanimous, Qin Zhirong There will be no doubt.

And as soon as these words came out, as shy as Qin Zhirong, he would definitely not put his mind on this matter anymore.

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