Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

Quan Shumu was silent for a long time, and finally spoke again: "Liang Wen, do you know that your actions this time almost caused a disaster?"

Liang Wen fell to the ground, his voice choked with sobs: "This old minister knows his crime, and this old minister deserves death."

Quan Shumu sighed softly: "Considering that you have made some contributions to the court, and your young master is deeply in love with Tang Hua, I will show some leniency."

When Liang Wen heard this, hope instantly ignited in his eyes: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace!"

Quan Shumu waved her hand. "But you must remember that I'm not condoning you by sparing you this time. If you do such foolish things again in the future, I will never tolerate it."

"I, your majesty, will remember your teachings and will certainly mend my ways." Liang Wen kowtowed repeatedly.

"As for the matter between your young master and Tang Hua," Quan Shumu paused, "I have already issued an edict that the wedding will be held on a later date after the Crown Princess's wedding."

Liang Wen was shocked. The princess was getting married?

Whose son is this?

But before he could think about it, he finally fulfilled his youngest son's wish and quickly responded, "Thank you, Your Majesty. It is a great honor for your son to marry the princess."

"Okay, you can leave now." Quan Shumu waved her hand.

Liang Wen thanked him profusely and slowly left the palace.

Peace returned to the palace. Quan Shumu picked up the pen again and continued to deal with the memorials, as if everything that had just happened was just a small episode.

She dealt with the affairs of the court and said to the female official beside her: "Send someone to summon the Duke of Protectorate to the court."

"Yes."

The female official responded and retreated respectfully.

……

The lamp is dim and the stars are scattered.

The curtain of night shrouded the East Palace, quiet and deep.

"Well...be gentle."

A hoarse female voice came from the East Palace bedroom.

The voice was a little coquettish and contained a hint of impatience, which seemed to be able to captivate people.

Inside the bedroom, the candlelight flickered, and the dim light made everything in the room look hazy.

On the carved bed, the quilt was disheveled, and a charming scent filled every inch of the air.

Hua Shi lowered her head and leaned close to Quan Jiuxi's neck, her warm breath spraying on her delicate skin.

He bit her collarbone gently, and with a hint of affection and eagerness, he softly replied, "Okay."

The voice is low and magnetic, like a mellow wine, which makes people intoxicated.

The other hand's movements were much gentler.

Quan Jiuxi's hair was wet with sweat, and strands of it stuck to the sides of her face. Her delicate face was flushed as brightly as the sunset, like a ripe apple, making people want to take a bite.

She closed her eyes slightly, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like the wings of a butterfly, and the trembling seemed to scratch Hua Shi's heart.

Hua Shi stretched out his snow-white arm and gently stroked the side of her face with careful movements. His fingers moved slowly along the contours of Quan Jiuxi's face, causing a slight tremor wherever they touched.

Quan Jiuxi fell limp in his arms, as if he had no strength left and could only rely on him for support.

Her breathing was rapid and disordered, and her chest rose and fell with her breathing. The ups and downs of her chest seemed like a silent song of temptation.

"Ajiu, are you comfortable?"

Hua Shi breathed close to her and asked in a low voice. There was a hint of suppressed desire in his voice, and the desire became more intense in this ambiguous atmosphere.

Quan Jiuxi closed her eyes and searched for his lips with eagerness and desire, but Hua Shila pulled her aside, preventing her from kissing him.

There was a sly smile in his eyes, as if he was deliberately teasing her.

The two people's disordered breathing intertwined, and the rapid breath intertwined into an invisible net, tightly entangling them, getting tighter and tighter.

"Answer me, ok?" Hua Shi said.

His voice was overbearing and unyielding, yet also contained endless tenderness.

Quan Jiuxi opened his eyes and looked at Hua Shi with his watery eyes.

There seemed to be a pool of spring water in his eyes, sparkling and able to absorb people's souls.

Hua Shi's long black hair fell behind her like a waterfall, and her hair gleamed faintly in the candlelight.

His skin was snow-white, as delicate and smooth as mutton-fat jade. Only his inner garment was torn into a mess by Quan Jiuxi, and there were several scratches on his chest. Those scratches were like mysterious totems, adding a bit of charm.

He looked like a cold and aloof immortal, but at this moment he was doing such romantic things, which formed an extreme contrast and made him even more attractive.

Quan Jiuxi licked his lips, his voice lazily and seductively saying, "Hua Shi, don't seduce me."

Hua Shi lowered her eyes and looked at Quan Jiuxi. At this moment, she looked excessively charming.

Her eyebrows and eyes are full of charm, and every frown and smile is full of fatal attraction.

He never knew that women could be described as charming and enchanting.

Quan Jiuxi has always said that he is beautiful and good-looking, but in his opinion, Quan Jiuxi is the most beautiful woman in the world.

It’s just because of his status that others don’t dare to look at him for too long.

And he was the only one who could see her current appearance.

This beauty that belongs only to him makes Hua Shi feel extremely satisfied.

He lowered his head and kissed her plump lips. The kiss was deep and passionate, as if to melt them both in this endless tenderness.

"Ajiu, how about I dance for you?" Hua Shi said after the kiss.

"Okay." Quan Jiuxi's voice was hoarse, and he felt a little tired after the extreme comfort, but he still couldn't hide the excitement and anticipation in his eyes.

"wait for me."

Hua Shi smiled and walked to the side. Unknown drops of water slid down his slender fingers. After drying his hands, he walked behind the screen.

Quan Jiuxi looked at the silhouette behind the screen and swallowed.

The hazy figure already made her heart surge, and her mind kept imagining the stunning appearance that Hua Shi would soon present.

After a long time, Hua Shi came out wearing a red dress.

The red dress was as bright as fire, making his beautiful features even more eye-catching.

Her collarbone and most of her chest were exposed, her skin was as white as snow, and looked even more attractive against the backdrop of the red dress.

He was barefoot, and the bells on his ankles rang softly with his steps, and every step seemed to touch people's hearts.

Quan Jiuxi's eyes followed Hua Shi's figure closely.

Tsk.

This big baby is so good.

Hua Shi smiled slightly, her smile was like a spring breeze, but it also carried a fatal temptation.

He opened his red lips and hummed a melodious tune.

Her body is light and her arms are stretched out, soft and graceful like the spring breeze blowing on the willows.

The slender waist twists like a flower swaying in the wind, graceful and charming.

Every spin and every jump is filled with endless charm.

The bare feet tapped the ground lightly, and the bells made a clear and pleasant sound, as if telling a touching story.

His eyes were sometimes blurred, sometimes passionate. When his eyes met Quan Jiuxi's, it seemed as if thousands of emotions were flowing in them.

With her red dress fluttering and her hair flying, Hua Shi looks like a fairy walking out of a painting, or an elf from a dream, so beautiful that it takes one's breath away.

Quan Jiuxi watched intently, without blinking, and was deeply attracted by Hua Shi's dreamlike dance. Her eyes were full of obsession and intoxication, as if the whole world was left with only this gorgeous red figure.

Hua Shi was amused by her expression and turned around gracefully to stand in front of Quan Jiuxi. His movements were as light as the wind, bringing with them a gust of fragrant air.

The cold lips gently touched the side of her face, then slid to the corner of her lips, like a soft feather brushing past.