Chapter 554

"No way." Nangong Xiayan suddenly remembers that Luoyan is still locked in the dungeon by her, and the spring breeze disperses in her body. Within four hours, she will die of Yang explosion.

When she looked at the time, Xu Shi, she felt a chill in her heart. Five hours had passed since she gave Luo Yan the aphrodisiac.

"Nangong Xiayan, Nangong Xiayan, you are just like he scolded you."

"You are a failure in life. You deserve to be punished by heaven and locked up in this imperial mausoleum all your life."

"You might as well kill yourself with a piece of tofu." Nangong Xiayan regrets it now.

Suddenly, a dull hum came from the dungeon.

Nangong Xiayan looks stagnant.

"He's not dead yet?" The next moment, she suddenly reaction, stumbling to the bed, press the dungeon mechanism.

Looking at the dark door that slowly opened, Nangong Xiayan stamped his feet in a hurry, never eager for time to pass quickly.

Five seconds later, the secret door was finally fully opened. She jumped down. After landing, she saw Luo Yan fainting on the ground. Her body was curled up and her skin was red, just like a cooked prawn, but fortunately she was still breathing.

"I'm not dead. Fortunately I'm not." Nangong Xiayan was glad that he was in time and was so excited that he almost cried.

"Hello, are you ok?" She picked up Luo Yan and patted him on the cheek.

Luo Yan has almost lost consciousness, the spring breeze eighteen powder is worthy of the imperial tribute aphrodisiac, Rao is a person who cultivates immortals, can not bear this desire.

Luo Yan now in the brain what all don't think, think of a woman, think of his those pretty confidants.

Chu Bingyan, Yi Yao, sweet an Lingxue, long Xuerou, Wen Xiaodie, Xu Yunqing, and even Bing ningxuan.

The seven beauties, wearing seven different colors of sexy dresses and seven colors of silk stockings and high heels, are red, blue, red, orange, green, blue and purple.

Seven colors such as a hundred flowers side by side kneel on the bed, turn to look at him with seductive eyes.

When a pair of cold hands touch Luoyan's cheek, Luoyan seems to smell the fragrance of women.

He suddenly opened his eyes, red eyes with lust staring at the woman in front of him, throat rolling, panting.

Nangong Xiayan's face is no worse than Luo Yan's confidants, and she is a royal concubine. Wearing a phoenix robe and a phoenix hairpin, she sets off her dignified imperial concubine identity, which people dare not invade.

But now Luo Yan brain only desire, which also take care of so much.

He directly grasped Nangong Xiayan's head with both hands and covered it with his lips.

"You..." Nangong Xiayan's Willow eyebrows stand up and Feng's eyes stare round, as if he can't believe that Luo Yan dares to offend her majesty,

She is a royal concubine. Even if the emperor is dead for a thousand years, she is still a royal concubine. In the world, only the emperor can touch her. If other men dare to touch her, they will kill even nine nationalities.

Nangong Xiayan is shy and angry. He raises his right hand angrily and turns it into a palm knife. He wants to kill the young man who is blasphemous on her.

In the palm knife can from Luo Yan back of the head only one inch, her heart suddenly soft down.

"Well, I'm responsible for his falling into such a state."

"If I kill him, am I still human?" Qian palm knife trembles in the air.

In the end, the white hands softened and attached to the back of the boy's head tenderly, acquiescing in the boy's invasion of her imperial concubine's identity.

Luo Yan's action is very rough. His fingers are deeply inserted in Nangong Xiayan's hair. He kisses the Phoenix hairpin in Nangong Xiayan's hair like a storm. It's like a trembling wing.

Finally, with a click, the Phoenix hairpin, who represents the identity of the imperial concubine, falls to the ground, and the unconstrained green silk flows down like the Milky way.

A room of spring, quietly blooming.

……

When the moon rabbit falls, the golden black rises.

The next day, Nangong Xiayan, who had been used to waking up at 8:00 in the morning for thousands of years, didn't wake up for the first time because she was so tired last night.

Last night, Luo Yan not only in the dungeon to her that, even took her out of the dungeon, in this only the emperor can enter the smoke imperial concubine Pavilion, ruthlessly occupied her.

At the moment, this spotless Yanfei Pavilion is in a mess.

The ground was littered with clothes, shoes and accessories.

The moon white palace robe, embroidered with the Phoenix emperor and representing the noble status, was thrown on the ground crumpled. Next to it lay an exquisite silver shoe, a jade hairpin carved with Phoenix, several men's clothes, women's close fitting clothes and sundries all the way to the bed of the concubine.

The concubine bed is very big. It's all made of Phoebe. It's very strong. It must be very comfortable to sleep on it.

But now the bed is in a mess.

The Yellow quilts were piled to the foot of the bed, half on the edge of the bed and half on the ground.

The pillow was placed in the middle of the bed, as if it had been squashed by something.

What's more striking is that there is a pair of exquisite silver shoes lying askew on the pillow. The laces of the silver buttons have been broken. It's not hard to imagine what the owner of the silver shoes had experienced before.

Luo Yan stands beside the bed, looking at this scene, looking at Nangong Xiayan curled up on the bed like a shrimp, his mind is blank.

"Shit! What the hell have I done! " He looked up at the sky and patted his forehead.

After half a sound, he remembered that he shouldn't stay here. He picked up the clothes on the ground lightly, and Luo Yan put them on carefully for fear of waking up later generations.

However, what we fear, what we come to.

Suddenly came a cough behind him, Luo Yan surprised, looked back.

Nangong Xiayan wakes up and looks at him with a very complicated look in his eyes, like anger, love, regret, pain, nostalgia and reluctant to give up

Anyway, Luoyan can't see what Nangong Xiayan is thinking now.

Nangong Xiayan looks at Luoyan, a pair of beautiful eyes suddenly shed tears.

Luo Yan in the heart a pull.

What should we say at this time?

Rao is a man of two generations. He is extremely resourceful. He can't think of anything to say to comfort Nangong Xiayan.

Say you're to blame? If you don't give me the spring breeze, there won't be such a thing?

I didn't mean to. I didn't know anything at that time. I was dazzled by desire, so I didn't mean to violate you. Please forgive me?

In the end, Luo Yan could not say anything, just said a word“ I'm sorry

"Get out!" Nangong summer smoke drops beautiful eyes, voice cold way.

"All right." Luo Yan is eager to go out. Hearing this command, he immediately escapes from the concubine room of Nangong Xiayan like a rabbit.

Behind suddenly came a cry, Luo Yan know Nangong Xiayan crying, but he didn't know how to comfort her, can only as can't hear.

"Maybe it will be better for her to be in a better mood when she has finished crying, and I'm going to comfort her."

Luo Yan in the heart so think.