The treacherous minister under the skirt (taking by force) ( Mtl

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Most of the lingering thoughts in his mind were frightened away by these words. Shen Ni was stunned and raised her hand to push him away.

"Shen Zhaodu, my patience has its limit!"

She had expected such an answer, but Shen Zhaodu still felt it was harsh. His hands went under her waist and lifted up her lower body. Her wet and dripping vagina was filled to the point where she spasmed pitifully toward him.

He pressed Shen Ni's hand on top of her head and moved his waist vigorously, harshly grinding against her sensitive heart, forcing her to collapse, forcing her to moan and surrender to him.

"Are you going to show off your power in this matter and force others to submit?" Shen Ni pulled his fingers hard, which resulted in more merciless strikes from him. No matter how harsh his words were, they were broken into pieces.

The tent frame was shaken and creaked, and Shen Zhaodu had no intention of restraining himself. He pressed his hand on his flailing lower abdomen, feeling his strong offensive under his palm.

"This is not about showing off one's power, it is about being true to one's words." He listened to Shen Ni moaning softly, dominated by desire, and inserted the entire length of her penis into the gurgling vagina, lowered his head and nibbled her earlobe, "I'm still with you. Just like my vain cousin, who only wants to have a prince and disdains the birth of an eldest son?"

With the last deep thrust, Shen Zhaodu thrust in with full force. Shen Ni was once again thrown onto the top of the wave. Her insteps were tight and her legs that were raised on her shoulders were still trembling, just as she screamed. Hoarse voice.

The ferocious beast was still vomiting turbid liquid, and Shen Zhaodu wiped away the sweat and tears on her face with the back of his hand: "Your Majesty has always said that I am greedy for glory. I think your Majesty is not bad, and sisters can work together with one husband. .”

His hands were hot, but his words were as cold as the twelfth lunar month in the cold winter, with wind and frost picking at each word.

Shen Ni glared at him, her eyes tightened, and her eyes became misty again.

"I'm different from her!"

The pain from cramps and broken bones ten years ago seemed to resurface, oozing from the bone marrow and spreading throughout the body.

The dark medicine, the bright red blood, and the condescending contempt of her cousin Shenhua, looking at her was like looking at a lost dog, with a sure chance of victory, and cynicism.

The legs on Shen Zhaodu's shoulders pressed down, and the two of them were almost nose to nose.

"Do you still want to ridicule me for not being able to give birth to a prince despite being favored for ten years?"

Shen Zhaodu pursed his lips, let go of her hand, and tried to get up to escape, but his neck was tightened and pulled down by her legs.

"Shen Ni!" He couldn't move and became angry, "You should really be glad that you were not born and didn't let me definitely send him to see the King of Hell."

Shen Ni chuckled and raised the corner of his mouth defiantly, but tears fell rebelliously from the end of his eyes: "Then you have to thank my cousin for feeding me the bowl of Juezi soup."

Ten years ago, when Shen Ni was sixteen, her cousin Shen Hua had been in the palace for three years. Taking advantage of her father Cheng Guogong's success in repelling foreigners, she succeeded in becoming a noble concubine.

But even after becoming a noble concubine, Shen Hua was still not favored. Shen Zhengping, the Duke of Chengguo, was afraid of affecting the status of the Shen family in the previous dynasty, so he had to add more daughters of the Shen family to the harem to maintain the family status.