The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven Chapter 162: Isn’t it better than the bed!
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Chapter One Hundred And Sixty Two Isn't It Better Than The Bed!
It is suitable for the night, the night breeze is blowing, and the moonlight is pleasant.
Under the soft bed in the inner room of Huaqing Palace, the beautiful clothes and dresses are messy, and the pure white embroidered tents are rippling, and the figure of the phoenix inside is very clearly outlined.
On the couch, Yao Suluan’s white and tender body swayed like a mermaid, her hair transformed into waves of broken waves with the fierce movements, with her slender waist rising and falling, Yao Suluan### Endlessly, sweat in the forehead Drippingly, the man's attack on the city and the land made her willingly captured, and the feeling of climbing to the clouds made Yao Suluan's body convulsions unstoppable.
Yao Suluan can't remember this is the first couple of times tonight, but the man hasn't reached the peak yet. At this moment, the man quickly turned Yao Suluan's body over and moved frantically, until every hair on Yao Suluan's body was trembling, and the man just let out a low growl, ending the bed-and-ground joy.
"Compared with Ye Hongyi, does my king's skill satisfy Li Fei?" The cold voice revealed a faint joke, Ye Zixiao's narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, and her thin lips evoked a deep arc. That handsome face no less than Ye Hongyi had a mysterious and strange expression, which made people unpredictable.
"To be able to rejoice with the prince, Suluan will be complete in this life..." Yao Suluan dragged her exhausted body softly and leaned in Ye Zixiao's arms, slender fingers in the night Zixiao. There was a circle around her chest, softly praising her. In her impression, Ye Hongyi had hardly made herself so satisfied.
"Let me think about it, how can I return Li Fei's high evaluation?" During Ye Zixiao's speech, his fingers crossed Yao Suluan's white and slender jade legs, and her thin lips fell down until she felt Yao Suluan's body spasm again. , Just removed the finger.
"Uh...Lord..." Even though Ye Zixiao hadn't moved much, Yao Suluan's body still didn't stop convulsing.
"Li Fei's voice is really nice, why this king can't hear enough." Ye Zixiao's thin lips lightly hooked, and a flash of brilliance flashed under her eyes.
"My lord...Suluan really doesn't work..." Feeling the heat in Ye Zixiao's eyes, Yao Suluan immediately begged for mercy.
"This is the first time this king is lying on the soft couch of Li Fei, the Huaqing Palace. Naturally, Li Fei must be satisfied!" As Ye Zixiao spoke, his body became closer to Yao Suluan.
"The prince, please spare Suluan, Suluan is really not good anymore." Yao Suluan's cheeks were red, and she shyly pushed away the night midnight snack.
"In fact, this king wants to know, how can Li Fei dare to invite this king to Huaqing Palace, so that the emperor will suddenly come in?" Seeing Yao Suluan's report to Rao, Ye Zixiao only returned to the subject.
"Oh, the emperor did not remember Suluan's existence in this harem. Now even if Suluan died alone in the Huaqing Palace, the emperor would not have a look." When Ye Hongyi was mentioned, Yao Suluan's eyes were full of joy. Suddenly, it was as cold as ice, how much she did for Ye Hongyi, but in exchange for a glass of poisoned wine! Ye Hongyi, it's your unkindness first, so don't blame Suluan for being unjust.
"It is because of this that Li Fei persuaded this king to rebel?" Ye Zixiao aroused the blue silk on Yao Suluan's chest with interest, her thin lips pressed slightly, and the cold light in her eyes flashed away.
"Of course not. Suluan feels that the prince is more suitable for that dragon chair than Ye Hongyi!" Yao Suluan looked sideways and looked straight at Ye Zixiao, the man in front of her was her new hope. Since the showdown with Ye Hongyi that day, Yao Suluan knew that as long as Ye Hongyi was still sitting on the dragon chair, she would never turn around. Looking at the royal family, except for Ye Junqing, there is only Ye Zixiao. This strength.
As for Ye Junqing, he lives in Guanju Palace all day long. He may have known Yao Mowan’s details. Maybe they have already formed an alliance. Another reason why Yao Suluan did not choose Ye Junqing is Yao Moxin’s. Death, if one day or night Junqing knew the cause of Yao Moxin's death, how could he give up. So Ye Zixiao became Yao Suluan's first choice.
After selecting the target, Yao Suluan began to plan. For a man, a woman's body is the best weapon.
"This king doesn't think so. Ye Hongyi is certainly not suitable for the dragon chair, but Ye Junqing deserves it. Moreover, this king is only a royal family and cannot be called orthodox. There is really no reason to covet the throne." Ye Zixiao looked at the woman in her arms leisurely and retorted casually.
"Orthodox? Whoever has the ability to be the emperor is the orthodox. If the father didn’t use the means, the orthodox today is the line of the King’s Mansion. This matter has become known to no one in the royal family, but cannot speak The secret. Is it true that the prince is so willing to subdue to others?" Yao Suluan felt the temptation of midnight snack, and was straightforward.
"What if this king is willing to succumb to others?" Ye Zixiao's hands wrapped around Yao Suluan Qingsi gradually tightened, and Yao Suluan even felt the pain of pulling.
"That means Suluan has eyes and no beads, and he is looking at the wrong person." Yao Suluan's voice was cold, and he wanted to get up while speaking, but was violently pulled back under him by Ye Zixiao.
"This king will use facts to prove how accurate Li Fei's vision is!" Ye Zixiao, who was said to be critical, seemed to suddenly transform into a beast, and her dark eyes burst into a savage cold light.
"Suluan realized that the prince is not in the pool. As long as the prince needs it, Suluan will definitely make plans for the prince! Don't forget that Suluan is good when the prince becomes the throne..." Yao Suluan I am overjoyed, she can climb the high branch of Yezixiao, her future is promising.
"The day when the king became the throne is the time when the beauty will be crowned." Ye Zixiao made a vow, which was conclusive.
"Suluan dare not covet the throne of the queen, everyone knows that the prince and the princess Jing have always loved him. Suluan only hopes that the prince will be grateful for Suluan's place in the harem." Yao Suluan shyly went into the night. In Zixiao's arms, temptation whispered.
"Zi Rou is the daughter of the old Prince Duan. This king treats her well, but it's just a taboo of the prestige of the old Prince Duan. If this king becomes the emperor in the future, who else needs to be taboo!" Ye Zixiao said aside It's very obvious.
"Then Suluan won't evade the prince's intention!" Yao Suluan got the promise of the midnight snack, and his brows were immediately happy.
"This king naturally has this heart, but can it be done? We still need more beautiful people to plan for this king. Now that there is no major incident in the ruling and the wild, we can't find a suitable opportunity to start?" Ye Zixiao Jian's eyebrows frowned , Solemnly speak.
"If there is no opportunity, we have to create an opportunity. Now Ye Junqing passed the battle of Geyang, and he has made great achievements in battle and is famous. He is such a master, Ye Hongyi will definitely not let him go! In fact, Ye Hongyi It's not a day or two since Ye Junqing's death. Everyone with a discerning eye sees that." Yao Suluan leaned in Ye Zixiao's arms, a bright light flashed from the bottom of his eyes.
"The death of Ye Junqing will surely arouse dissatisfaction with the military commanders in the DPRK. As long as the king seizes this opportunity, he takes the lead, ascends the heights, and leads the generals to fight against Ye Hongyi, and he will surely win the hearts of the people. Death, Ye Hongyi's heart will be lost, and this king will inherit the rule naturally! But Ye Junqing's life, this king asked himself to be unable to take it down." Ye Zixiao's voice was low, and she spoke with anger.