Princess female match 18

Prince Yi led the imperial guards on horseback to the shore, not in a hurry to go upstream, but asked his subordinates to invite Mu Rongan off the boat.

'I will take you and Xuan'er to watch the ceremony of marrying a princess from a foreign country. It was already night when we returned, and the city gate was closed. I had no choice but to take Xuan'er to stay at Wangye's Mansion. ' Prince Yi patted Murong An on the shoulder, looked at his blank face, and said to him: 'Then trouble Rong An, wait for us at Zhuangzi first. ’

Murong An: No, I also want to see the grand scene of foreigners entering Hong Kong? Lord Yi, no~~ please don't leave me!

Xiang's mother and two personal servants also followed the upstream boat. She only kept her mind when she heard that Prince Yi invited her. Otherwise, she would not join in the fun because of her age.

The two personal servants were playing lazily in the small room. Xiang's mother saw that the girl was talking to Murong An in the hall, and she hadn't come back for a long time. She wondered, how could these two brothers and sisters have so much to talk about?

When the two got together when they were young, they didn't end up fighting, biting, and crying. When they grew up, there was a little brotherhood, but they couldn't stay for long, and they would break up after a long time.

Mother Xiang walked to the hall and found that there were black armored warriors standing on both sides of the eaves corridor in the front hall. When they sailed upstream, they did not see these armored warriors.

It was originally a building cruise ship enjoying the scenery, but when these iron-clad warriors stopped, they suddenly became murderous, like a military ship going to march and fight.

Xiang's mother stood upside down, unable to advance or retreat, and found that these iron armored warriors were not looking sideways, as if ignoring her existence, she thought about it, and moved forward cautiously, looking for her girl.

Prince Yi is holding Mu Qingxuan in his arms, sitting at the window, watching the scenery outside. The window is hung with a tulle curtain to prevent mosquitoes from flying in, and it can also block out peeping eyes from outside.

Mu Qingxuan silently bowed his head shyly, his face flushed with mockery, while listening to the phantom of the mountain he pointed to and narrated its name and historical deeds.

Prince Yi paused, he turned his head and chuckled lightly, approached Mu Qingxuan, and the two were entangled with each other.

The picture of the two getting along is tender and affectionate, but it is only a situation that outsiders can't see hidden under the robe.

He has a hand, which is placed at the entrance of her Xiaoshi, his fingers are buried deep in her squat, stirring and thrusting, inspiring countless love armpits to flow down.

The huge sailing boat encountered waves while driving, and it swayed slightly for a while, but it was the vibration of this point that made Mu Qingxuan more and more unbearable, she asked for mercy in a thin voice: 'Yi Wangye, it's too deep , can't stand it anymore. ’

Prince Yi turned his head and bit her Jingzhi's small earlobe. 'Why can't you stand it? Want to go to the toilet again, or feel dizzy and feel sick? You can't stand it at this level. When my big sword enters your body, will your scabbard not be broken by me? ’

She was rubbed by his ears for a while, and his fingers were deeply inserted into her. She couldn't help but let out a soft and charming moan. Hearing his words, she begged bitterly: 'Yi Wangye, I...haven't grown up yet! When I'm older, I'll be able to accept... the existence of the sword. ’

Prince Yi pushed her fingers a little further, and heard her sob. 'Soon, it will be able to accept my sword. Don't worry, sooner or later, you will taste the taste of it being inserted into your room. The majestic giant is rampaging in your room, driving straight in, making you unable to stop, fascinated, and waiting for it to come back day and night. Put it in your scabbard, and let it be warmed and cared for by your armpit, until a little sword spirit is born from it. Since then, one after another small sword spirits have hatched, and they are endless. ’

Mu Qingxuan: The matter of Dunlon between husband and wife, reproduction of children and grandchildren, as described by you, Wangye, is so immortal and fantastic, it really is a small story book.