Long Live Your Majesty

Chapter 21:

She hasn't married her husband yet. His second uncle is huang taijun, who will surely make profits for the Xu government, so he is likely to be the candidate of the emperor. In the past, he was a little repelled into the palace, and didn't want to serve a sick child. Now he has to see the empress, he thinks she is pretty. Thinking of this, the boy's face was tinged with a faint blush.

Xu Zizhen looks back at his nephew, his pupils shrinking.

Two people's line of sight collided, Xu Changqing hurriedly bowed his head, and somehow his back was cold.

...

Before lunch time, after several people had a circle around the garden, Xu Yao was very tired and hurried to go.

When Xu Zizhen saw her pale face at the moment, he thought that they had been struggling for half a night last night. It was rare for Hao Ran to say, "Your Majesty, you can have a rest."

An Ran nodded.

The servant on one side would lead her to the wing room which had been prepared for a long time to rest, but he heard her say, "where is the former boudoir of huang taijun?"

He was stunned. Xu Zizhen was also stunned: " is Your Majesty want to go to my room?"

An Ran raised a little spirit to ask him: "can't I?"

She didn't shy away from their relationship, and the man smiled and said, "naturally."

"Then together!" An Ran took his hand and waved them back in the astonished eyes of the servants. They went to Xu Zizhen's boudoir together.

...

She had a rest in the morning. After dinner, Xu Guogong's brother and sister talked about their family life. Then they went back to the room. Now they could not sleep. She looked at his room carefully. The arrangement was elegant, and the utensils were exquisite.

"In this way, the palace looks like a gold hole.having you're your majesty as my companion, Zizhen thought it was excellent. If your majesty likes this arrangement, I will ask someone to arrange it when I get back to the palace. "

An Ran flat mouth: "you do not have to accommodate me,just do what you like to do."

Xu Zizhen chuckles and locks his eyes on her small white face. He has no nostalgia for anything in the palace. Only she who have a deep insight: "Your Majesty, Zizhen wants it." It's shameful for a man to ask for pleasure, but here he is.

She pursed her lips and said timidly, "last night... this morning... "

"Your Majesty ~" the long ending swayed in a low voice with bewitchment.

An Ran heard that her ears were about to be pregnant. She said in a small red face, "this is outside the palace. It will be heard."

"Your Majesty, just keep your voice down." In his former boudoir with her, just he thought about it, his desire surging up. Say it! Xu Zizhen doesn't wait for her permission, So he pokes her hands under her robe, skillfully pulls off her trousers and gently touches her closed petals and seams.

An Ran shivered, reached for his neck, buried her face on his shoulder, and soon her sensitive body began to exude liquid under his blasphemy.