Chapter 1902

"Aunt," Jun Xiqing quickly held Bei Yue dance, "look, the monarch and miss AI are going to dance."

Bei Yue danced and looked up. On the dance floor, Murong Jiancheng's palm gracefully and gentlemanly rested on AI Lei's waist, and the two people danced.

Murong is dressed in a black shirt. His handsome face is plated in bright lights. His whole body is a calm charm precipitated by years. It is the texture of a mature man.

AI Lei has a beautiful face, a straight figure, a convex front and a tilted back. She is really eye-catching with Murong Jiancheng station.

Beiyue dance looked at them and felt a sudden tingling in her heart.

"Aunt, it was a misunderstanding 26 years ago. You misunderstood the monarch. It's not a matter of minutes to hook the monarch back with your charm?" Jun Xiqing winked playfully at Bei Yue's dance, and the slender feather Jie blinked.

Bei Yue danced and shook his head slowly. "Even if I hook his people back, his heart is not on me."

"Aunt, why do you say that?"

"That year, when I met him, he was hurt by Dongfang Wanqing and accepted me. In the first three months of his marriage, I chased him. Sometimes I lost my temper with him. He didn't say anything. He liked to cold war with me and ran to the study. I was afraid he would leave me. I always held him, apologized to him and told him not to leave."

"I love him very much, but he never said he loved me, so I'm always humble in this marriage. In this imperial city, I feel even more insecure. In those days, the first emperor himself had many little wives. The first Emperor didn't like me and gave his son several rooms of little wives. Although he didn't accept it, I'm afraid. In addition, his first love, Dongfang Wanqing, is still in the palace, so I'm particularly jealous and jealous. Don't allow it He talked to those aristocratic family daughters, and even he was not allowed to get close to a beautiful servant girl. Later... "

"Later, he entered Dongfang Wanqing's room. Dongfang Wanqing's servant girl deliberately showed me a xipa stained with blood. I was caught in a plot and cried and made a scene with him."

"Later, we went away. I was angry and he didn't want to explain. The first emperor died and he was busy with government affairs. We couldn't say a few words a day. Sometimes he wanted to make out with me at night, but I just pushed him away coldly."

"Later, I gave birth to Yeming. I wanted to take Yeming away at that time, but when I thought that Yeming was the crown prince of country a, I ruthlessly left my son, left their father and son and left."

"Now think about it, it's all my wishful thinking."

Jun Xiqing looked at Bei Yue dance and sighed, trance and sad, very distressed. She seemed to have seen the humble and perfect Bei Yue dance for love 26 years ago.

However, did the king Murong really not love?

"Aunt, let's go dancing too. I've seen sister Ling Dance Pole Dance. I heard that Aunt danced all over the city and all the streets were empty. I don't know if I have a chance to see her dancing today?" Jun Xiqing looked at Bei Yue dance with admiration.

Beiyue dance was in a better mood. She reached for a delicate bowl and threw it on the carpet.

The small bowl began to rotate on the carpet, and Bei Yue danced up with her toes in the bowl.

My God?

Murong Jiancheng heard the sound of the whole audience. He looked up and saw Beiyue dance at a glance.

Beiyue dance changed her cheongsam and wore a long red skirt. Now the red gauze skirt has crossed one soft and enchanting radian after another in the air.

Beiyue dance is born for dancing.

Murong Jiancheng remembered that twenty-six years ago, Bei Yue danced in a Jiao's room for the first time. He and Yuan Ming were guests.

That dance made Yuan Ming fall into a frenzy.

Isn't he?

Murong Jiancheng's eyes followed Bei Yue's dance and couldn't move any further.

Beiyue dance had a good time. At this time, she slipped and fell back.

Ah!

Bei Yue gave a soft cry. She thought she was really bad. The protagonist tonight was going to perform a dog gnawing mud for everyone.

When she was about to fall, a healthy arm suddenly hooped up from behind and hugged her. Her soft body fell directly into a tall and handsome arms.

"Be careful."

The familiar voice sounded in my ears.

Beiyue dance looked up and bumped into Murong Jiancheng's handsome and mature face.

It's him.

He hugged her.

Bei Yue danced slowly and quickly reached out to push him, "thank you."

Murong Jiancheng didn't let go. He hadn't held her tender body for a long time. He hadn't had a woman in the past 26 years. She suddenly bumped into his arms. He subconsciously didn't want to let go.

"What are you doing? Let me go."

Murong Jiancheng withdrew his hand uneasily.

He stopped too fast. Bei YUEWU found that she sprained her foot and didn't stand firm at once. She had to fall again.

Murong Jiancheng stretched out his hand quickly and quickly pulled her into his arms, "what's the matter?"

"Sprained his foot."

Murong Jiancheng pursed her thin lips, then picked her up horizontally and carried her to the room upstairs.

Looking at this scene, Jun Xiqing tutted twice and said that Murong Lang was a piece of wood. She didn't think it was stupid.

……

In the room.

Murong Jiancheng kicked open the door and went in. He put Beiyue dance on the soft big bed.

Big palm picked up her right foot and rubbed her sprained ankle. "Is it here?"