The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

The shadows are silent, and the candlelight flickers.

The curtain shook slightly, Murong Ci closed his eyes and bowed his head, too embarrassed to look at him.

Murong Yu looked at her delicate and shy appearance, joyful and affectionate, but he was not in a hurry to help her.

When the softness touched the softness, her mind was stagnant, her whole body froze, her small face and snow neck were hot enough to cook the eggs.

Slowly, her lips kissed, a little jerky and shy.

Soft, like a soft bouncing crystal cake, it feels good-this is how she feels at this time. It turns out that it feels like kissing someone else, with traces of fluff burrowing into the pores of the body.

And he was driven crazy by her, he held her back of the head, and kissed her delicate lips, as fierce as a raging wind.

Her body temperature rose rapidly, and she felt the heat in the quilt hitting people, and she couldn't help pushing him away. Because it was the first time to be so proactive, she avoided his hot gaze embarrassedly, "I'm going to sleep first..."

Murong Yu took the initiative, turned over to hold her down, and stroked her bright red cheeks, "I'm not satisfied yet, and the compensation is not over yet."

"You don't have to take an inch..." She was angry, but saw him bow her head down.

"I want to kiss every inch of your body..." he said in her ear, his low and thick voice possessed a fatal bewitching.

"No..." Murong Ci grabbed the skirt of his clothes with a look of death.

He took her hand away, unbuttoned the Yuebai shirt, and behaved gently and slowly.

And she seemed to have been hit by Gu, but she didn't stop her, staring blankly at the beautiful snow face that overwhelmed the world.

Like a snow lotus in the fairy world, the snow lotus bloomed slowly, and the gleaming snow light amazed people who admired it.

It is a rare treasure that is unparalleled in the world as if it is opened, colorful, jeweled and not pure beauty.

Murong Yu seemed to have seen a scene of wonder, Xueyan's clear skin lured him into the flames hidden deep in his life, like a magma eruption, and instantly swallowed her.

The coldness kept her sober, she could not say a word under his passionate kiss. As if there was nowhere to rely on in the vast ocean, and as if the wind and sand were raging in the reckless desert, she could only hug the hot and powerful body to avoid being swept away...

Sometimes the mouth is dry, sometimes the body burns with flames, sometimes the sea rises and falls, and sometimes storms...

"Don't be nervous... I just want to kiss you..."

He kissed the corner of her lips softly, his voice rough and moist.

In the next instant, his lips burned through every inch of the flowery life, as if worshipping life, pious and hungry.

In his palm, under his caress, and under his care, she bloomed with the most dazzling and beautiful demeanor, unique.

Murongci closed her eyes halfway, and dimly saw a shallow old scar on his chest. She lightly touched the old wound and couldn't help asking, "How many old wounds do you have?"

This old injury is the testimony of his outstanding record, and the mark of his half-life on the battlefield.

At this moment, she could imagine the ruthlessness of the war between the two countries.

"Not much. There are still two old wounds on the back." Murong Yu said in a low voice.

"Did it hurt at the time?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"If I have a chance, I also want to go to the battlefield to experience."

"I won't give you a chance. With me, you don't need to go to the battlefield."

"But, I can't rely on you forever."

However, Murongci did not say this sentence after all. His simple and far-reaching words made her heart tremble.

What he meant was, would he defend the great Yanjiang Mountains forever?

Murong Yu kissed it deeply, hot and gentle.

She measured every inch of him with her hands, from the heavy shoulders to the strong waist, there was no trace of fat, and there was endless power hidden in every place.

In the five years in Beijing, he did not relax himself, but still maintained the strength and strength of a military commander, which shows that he strictly requires himself and is very self-disciplined.

Such a man is perfect as a god.

Her heart is entwined with a chaotic mood...

After tossing in the middle of the night, she fell asleep, nestled in his arms like a cat absorbing warmth, so gentle and pitiful.

Murong Yu kissed her forehead, hugged her, closed her eyes, and fell asleep contentedly.

At dawn, Murongci was awakened by the noise outside.

She opened her eyes and remembered the blushing and heart-pounding scenes last night, her heart trembling, her cheeks warming.

Suddenly he opened the quilt and took a look, and sure enough, there was no thread on his body.

Her double blush is like Taoyao, brilliant and flowing.

Fortunately, the clothes were all beside the bed, and she could get them as soon as she stretched out her hand, but when she was getting dressed, she noticed that there were a dozen or so spots of bruises on her arms and body.

Could it be that Murong Yu left it last night?

She was even more embarrassed.

Qin Ruo came in with the hot water for washing, put aside the golden basin and waited on her to dress. Suddenly, she was surprised: "Your Highness, what about your neck..."

"What's wrong with the neck?" Murong asked inexplicably, suddenly a flash of inspiration, thought of something, and quickly covered it with his hand.

"His Royal Highness has two bruises on his neck. That's not right, how could there be mosquitoes in such a cold day?" Qin Ruo frowned.

"Of course, there was a very big mosquito biting this palace last night."

Murongci hurriedly went to take a look at the bronze mirror. As expected, there was a bruise on each side of his neck, which was very conspicuous.

bad! I'm going to Longwei Mountain today, how bad it is to be seen.

Fortunately, in winter, I wear a lot of clothes and robes, and I also wear a large cloak, which is not easy to be seen.

While eating breakfast, she saw Murong Yu come in and ate her head in embarrassment.

Qin Ruo went outside to guard, Murong Yu sat beside her radiantly, gently holding her catkin, "It's still early, why don't you sleep more?"

This sentence has profound meaning.

She blushed uncomfortably, her heartbeat seemed to miss a beat, and said vaguely: "Aren't you going to eat?"

He let go of her little hand, took a sip of goat's milk, and picked up the mutton pie.

"Today you are going to Longwei Mountain, have you made arrangements? How many people will you bring?" Murongci asked.

"Ming's has four close guards plus Qin Ruo."

"It's okay. A large number of people is not necessarily a good thing." She knew that his deployment would not be a problem, "I think it will take three or four days to get down at Longwei Mountain."

Murong Yu nodded, "Aci, you can do everything with your best, no need to force it."

She understands that the most important thing in this trip is to establish contact points.

At this time, Qin Ruo knocked on the door and said anxiously: "His Royal Highness, Prince Yuwen is here."

Murong Ci's complexion changed slightly and he immediately stood up. If Yuwen Zhantian saw this black-faced god's close guard having breakfast with her in her room, Yuwen Zhantian would definitely be suspicious.

Murong Yu took a few steps back, calm and relaxed.

Qin Ruo pushed the door, Yu Wen Zhantian walked in, smiling eyebrows narrowed to smile when they saw Murong Yu, her eyes cold.

Seeing that the close guard was still respectful, some distance from Murongci, his heart settled a bit, and the doubts that had arisen disappeared again.

He asked: "Is it bothering you?"

"Why? I'm having breakfast, and he's here...to report today's deployment on Longwei Mountain." Murong Ci smiled and saw Murong Yu's hand gesture to his side, "Why are you here so early? Not for us Go to the Prince's Mansion?"

"It's a bit hard work for you, I'll come to the station to explain to you." Yuwen Zhantian is dressed in a large cloak of white crane feathers, with a touch of luxury in the elegance.

"Are you going up the mountain?"

"In two days I will go up the mountain to give you dry food. If any of you is injured, I will take the injured down the mountain."

She stood up and smiled: "I'm full, let's go out."

Yuwen Zhantian smiled and asked: "By the way, what is your guard's name?"

Murongci looked at Murong Yu in amazement, really didn't know what his current identity was.

Murong Yu said hoarsely: "My name is Yan Feiyang."

"Feiyang, good name." Yuwen Zhantian turned his eyes away and waved her to go out.

"Are the princes of the Eastern Chu Kingdom and the Nanyue Kingdom ready?" She remembered that the ancestor of the Imperial Mansion was surnamed Yan, but Yan Feiyang was a good name, so he wanted to fly.

When she came out, she saw a plum blossom tree not far away standing under a plum blossom tree, a woman with a graceful and faint and noble temperament, Princess Yuqing Yueruo eyebrow.

Yueruo's eyebrows are dressed in a white cloak, and the whole person is like a jade makeup, and the snow lotus blooming next to the fairy spring is lonely and unappreciated.

Murong Ci realized that if Shen Zhili’s elegance is a beautiful and lovely narcissus, the more elegant and holy daffodil is cold and frosty, and it is dare not to stand up high in the fairy garden. Get closer, let alone play with it.

Seeing them coming out, the awaited Guru turned around nervously, pretending to be enjoying the plum blossoms.

The red plum blossoms are as bright as blood, and some are still adorned with the snow of yesterday's sunset. They are as crystal clear as crystals, reflecting the red plum, which is particularly pleasing to the eye. People under the blooming branches, beautiful faces are like frost, and people are more delicate than flowers.

The cold wind blows, the red plums fall, and the pieces are affectionate. A circle of fox hair on the collar of her cloak swayed, and the hem fluttered with the wind, and her temples fluttered. It was a fresh and elegant red plum beauty like a fairy garden. Figure.

Her eyes also flew towards the magnificent and handsome Yuwen Zhantian, her heart was like a deer bumping into it, she couldn't help but stare at him, hoping that he would take a look at himself, and it would be good.

He had just entered the post from outside, walking hurriedly, she happened to be in the front court, the moment she saw him, her heart almost jumped out of her throat. However, he did not see himself at all, gave the attendant a word, and walked straight to the dormitory of the prince of Beiyan State.

Why is he so caring about Prince Beiyan?

Could it be that he and the prince of Beiyan have already known each other?

Yue Ruomei gave herself such an excuse. Otherwise, what would it be that Yuwen Zhantian was so mentally calculating with a man?

Murongci saw her gaze chasing Yuwen Zhantian, and wanted to remind him that it would be better not to be troublesome.

Yue Ruomei's heart lake surged like a wave, Lianbu walked over and gave a blessing, "Prince Yuwen, why are you here in person?"

"There's nothing wrong with this palace, so I came to the post house." After all, she is a princess of a country, and he still wants to show some face, not to be too indifferent.

"Princess Yuqing is as beautiful as an immortal, she must have worshipped many princes and nobles, princes and grandchildren of various countries under the princess's pomegranate dress." Murong Ci smiled.

"Prince Murong laughed." She chuckled generously, not half coy, and demeanor.

Murongci gave him a wink. He pretended not to understand, looking at the blue sky, his handsome face was cold.

Seeing that he didn't mean to talk to him, Yue Ruomei left with a sharp pain in his heart like a needle.

Murongci could see that the beautiful shadow was soaked in grief, cough, and it was falling flowers deliberately and ruthlessly.

Murong Yu shook his head and sighed, A Ci was nosy again.