Beauty like a jade sword like a rainbow

In the middle of the night, the princess really put on the scarlet Liuxian dress.

She was lying on a soft imperial concubine couch, the hazy veil was like a layer of crimson mist, enveloping the soft and white skin like clam meat, at first glance she looked like the dragon girl in the rain festival No two.

Killer: "..."

The killer heard his dry voice and said, "This is not appropriate."

This is inappropriate, the only person who can see the princess with such a mood is the future son-in-law, but just thinking about it, her jealous face twisted.

If a man saw such a princess, she would definitely goug out his eyes and cut off his tongue to vent her hatred.

The princess flew a wink at her: "What's inappropriate?"

The killer didn't move at all, her body never relaxed, she kept the same posture all the time, as if she was a statue or a stone, and said: "It's midnight, I'm afraid it's not proper etiquette."

No, more than that.

Her affection for the princess is also inconsistent with etiquette.

The princess was speechless.

——You are a killer, with your head pinned to your trouser belt, and you have been ignoring even the laws of Dayong, how dare you say "it doesn't make sense"?

She stroked her hair, looked at the killer quietly, and said a little unhappy: "Bad woman, always say such things to destroy the atmosphere."

Killer: "..."

She heard her heart beating wildly, her mouth was dry, and it seemed that a strange feeling gushed out of her heart and flowed to her limbs.

A killer doesn't even care about right and wrong, so how can he care about human relations and laws?It's just a princess... how can a princess be scolded by others?

Seeing that the killer was silent, the princess thumped out of bed angrily.

Her long hair was as soft as silk, thick as splashed ink, and a strand fell on her white jade-like ears, covering those bright and moving eyes.

The killer stretched out his hand and brushed away the long hair like a crow's feather.

There was a narrow smile in the princess' eyes.

Killer: "..."

Only then did the killer realize that her hand hadn't been withdrawn, but landed on the princess' cheek as if being tempted, and stroked and caressed gently.

The princess stood up, blew on the killer's ear, smiled lightly and softly, and said, "Sister, haven't you touched enough?"

Her movements are shy and bold. Due to her noble temperament, she does not have the frivolity of a prostitute, but is like a goddess showing favor to her people.

The killer got emotional and couldn't help but say, "Your Highness—"

The princess got a little closer, took her sweetheart's hand, put it on her slender waist, stretched out her hand, and threw her mask aside.

"My name is Chang An."

She kissed the scar at the end of the killer's eye, as gently as a butterfly landed on a flower pistil... and then down, there is a beautiful little red mole on her lips, and finally there is an excessively soft lip that looks sharp but is actually soft .

The princess said: "The queen mother calls me Chang'an. From now on, you can call me that too... Tell me, do you like me treating you like this?"

The killer finally couldn't stand it anymore.

This is the princess, and it is also a dream she started two years ago.

She stretched out her hand to hold the princess' wrist, pressed the gorgeous peony on the imperial concubine's couch, and kept kissing her sweetheart's petal-like lips.

The princess's cheeks were flushed, and she whispered: "Bad woman, pervert."

The killer's breath was unstable.

After one night, the princess woke up from her dream. She didn't know how surprised the queen would be when she thought that she had a son-in-law.

The killer opened his eyes.

The princess leaned over confidently and said, "Kiss."

Killer: "..."

Princess:"?"

The princess moved over by herself and kissed the killer on the lips.

After the kiss, she said thoughtfully: "Sister, have you plotted against me long ago? When you were in love, you even called me "Little Dragon Girl" and asked me where I got so much water. Did you see me? Do I pray for rain?"

Killer: "..."

The killer's expression was blank, and he said, "What?"

As a killer, she has been to two of the most nasty places in the world, rivers and lakes, brothels and military camps, and she has heard all kinds of dirty things. It is not surprising to say a few words in bed to cheer up, but how can she say such things to the princess!

The princess said quietly: "It's you who are talking, and you are the one who blushes."

The killer had an unacceptable look on his face.

The princess held her face and kissed her twice, and said, "What's unacceptable? Compared to this, it's sad that Chun Xiao doesn't even know the name of her sweetheart after a while, isn't it? Sweetie, what's your name?"

The killer was silent for a while, and said, "Twenty-nine."

Princess:"?"

The killer's tone was very flat, and he said: "There are hundreds of killers like me in the dark pavilion, at least dozens of them. The owner of the pavilion will not name the tools. Anyway, they will be replaced after more than ten years."

Princess: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."

The killer looked at her, and for a moment, her eyes were soft and unbelievably soft, and she comforted: "It's okay, it's nothing important."

After the princess finished crying, she remembered the one, two, three, four, five or six times she had been rejected. She couldn't help turning over old accounts, and said, "I have one more question."

The killer shook his head and said, "No, it's not important."

Not important anymore.

No matter how long this incompatibility with the world can last, and whether it will disappear after the princess returns to the palace, it is not important anymore.

For a killer who can't see the light in the gutter, it is a great blessing in his life to hold the bright moon in his arms, so why worry so much?

Her brows and eyes stretched, and she gave the princess a jerky smile.