Those who work hard to recover will take a lot of time. Similarly, they use it on the bed and the love affairs between flowers. It also takes a night of cannonballs. Murong Wuhen is very tired, but the desire to fire increases without extinguishing, and the aura is even more intense.

He found that he really enjoyed it and loved her.

In the early morning, the first ray of light shone on An Nuanzhi's body. His fair skin was blown and could be broken. The graceful lines were like delicate and stylish fish beauty, emitting intoxication and sensory stimulation, which was very direct.

Murong Wuhen's throat was dry and he couldn't wait to press on her, venting something violently, turning over, tying her forearms, spreading her legs, and squeezing in again soon.

He refused to give up after he forced himself for a night, and he fought again. He was even more fierce than the night.

But An Nuanzhi, her little body and energy, can be described in this way, it is like a game character energy slot with a low LV level. It is difficult to recover after use. What's more, it has been a full March round, and every night is forced to do it, which is impossible for her to bear.

"Moan, it hurts." An Nuanzhi struggled uncomfortablely, but his small voice trembled, much like a small grain of sand floating in the air. He rubbed and rubbed into Murong Wuhen's heart. At the critical moment, Murong Wuhen stopped.

Why?

He actually felt a little unbearable. Seeing that her body was purple and purple, suddenly, he couldn't bear to hurt her anymore!

Men pursue physical pleasure and stimulation. For them, they never take care of themselves, and they don’t care, care or care. Therefore, they can’t bear it - only women have this delicate emotion, but at this moment, Murong Wuhen deeply felt it.

Why?

Murong Wuhen had a small question. This did not conform to his usual style.

———

When An Nuanzhi woke up, Murong Wuhen had already left. The messy dragon couch was wet and smooth sweat stains, reminding An Nuanzhi how crazy she was last night.

"Empress Warm Weaving, drink some lotus root juice to moisten your throat." A palace maid with a plain shirt came in, holding two Jingde porcelain bowls in her hand, with good glaze and priceless.

I was really thirsty, almost all of it in one go. Love affects my physical strength and energy too much, let alone I have been running around for three months, but after drinking it, I found that something was wrong—

An Nuanmao savored it and found the crux of the problem, "What did you call me just now?"

"Empress Nuanzhi, the title given to you by the emperor is already the little master of the first palace. An's family, Nuanzhi, was specially named Anpin, the fifth rank, and lived in the White Lotus Palace. It is newly renovated." The maid in the palace was respectful, and even slightly bent her body, a little humble.

A senior official can kill people, and it is an eternal truth in the harem. The master is always high and domineering, while the subordinates cannot even look beyond the rules.

"Pin An?"

An Nuanzhi was struck by lightning. If it were another woman, Tietie would be very excited and three months of abuse to get the fifth-rank concubine. This deal would be quite cost-effective!

But in An Nuanzhi's heart, the voice-over was, no, no, impossible, impossible, what should I do? She is going crazy!!

Dear, don’t think our heroine is crazy and happy. This is not happiness, but despair. Let’s put it this way, it is from every hair on her head to her toes. Even the bone marrow is filled with a cold wind. There is no place that is not cold or thin, and there is no place that is not airtight. It feels like a disrepaired hut. The wood is crispy, and a little finger is added to it.

"Empress An, what's wrong with you?" The little palace maid obviously didn't expect that An Nuanzhi would react like this. She always had endless joy in getting the emperor's title of concubine, but she had this bitter face, so she pretended to be like this.

Half a day, An Nuanori let go of her empty words, and her relatives may be confused. The emperor appointed An Nuanori as a concubine. Even if he was unhappy, he wouldn't have to be so desperate! But have you ever thought about who Nuanori hated the most in his heart? Who is the one who feared the most? Who is the one who doesn't want to stay by his side?

As long as you find the answer to this question, everything will be solved.

Of course, there is another more important reason!!

An Nuanzhi had sent a letter privately. On the day Tian Kemao married her, she asked Tian Shaohua and Xiaoqi to save her. If she was granted a concubine, what should she do if she had a big wedding? What should she do if she rescued her? What should she do if she had survived for three months and was tortured for three months, and she was waiting to recover from her freedom. Now, the bamboo basket was in vain.

no!

She must find the Queen Mother and let the Queen Mother make the decision!

She can't be an Anpin. Every day around Murong Wuhen makes her live like a year and can't sleep or eat. It won't take long to die in this deep palace. By then, it will be too late!

With a simple bun, An Nuanzhi ran to Anxin Palace. Her steps were extremely firm and powerful. The more desperate she was, the more she was, the more she was, because the Empress Dowager was her, the only life-saving straw.

When people are desperate, they will take a lot of pain lightly. For example, a butterfly with broken wings will not wait to starve to death on the spot, but will use extremely thin and weak legs to move towards food and endure the pain of crawling. Butterflies have the instinct to survive in desperate situations, let alone advanced animals like humans?

There are thousands of kinds of life and death. An Nuanzhi hates death the most: death in the bed, especially under Murong Wuhen’s crotch!

She doesn't do it!

As soon as she entered the Anxin Palace, An Nuanzhi did not find anyone. It was surprisingly quiet, so quiet that it made people feel anxious. As for the Empress Dowager, as long as the Empress Dowager comes forward, she will definitely escape the disaster. The Empress Dowager likes her so much. She will satisfy this little wish.

However, the person was not going well, and even drinking cold water was stuffed. An Nuan weaves around for a while but the queen mother didn't meet her. Instead, a figure full of danger came towards her.

An Nuanzhi is so familiar with this figure.

"No need to look for it. Queen Mother, I am seriously ill. No one will save you now."

With a cold and sinister smile, Murong Wuhen approached An Nuanzhi's ears. He glanced at her with a look that saw through everything, and his expression seemed to be saying, "You run away, you run away, wherever you run away, I will let you go back to me. Don't put in any effort."

He knows it all?

He knows it all!!

How is this man hidden?
Chapter completed!