Zhang Qi was a small ball, nestled in his arms and trembling nonstop. It was unclear whether she was afraid or nervous, but her small face was bright red, shining brightly under the lantern light.

  The King of Lanling lowered his head and looked at her.

  Perhaps it was her trembling that made him unbearable, perhaps it was her enchanting beauty at this moment that made him feel pity.

  He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers, fully and completely. The warm skin, the slightly rough breathing, soft and gentle, inch by inch, stroking along her skin towards her heart.

  She finally shook less severely.

  At this time, several footsteps came, and then several maidservants called out: "Your Highness, everything has been arranged."

  As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Qi started shaking again.

  The King of Lanling no longer paid attention to her, he raised his head and said, "Hot soup is ready."

  "It's already prepared."

  "Get out."

  "Yes."

  In the midst of the maids' footsteps, Langling Wang carried Zhang Qi and strode towards the room.

  As he walked, Zhang Qi's heart thumped faster and faster.

  She was so hot that she could hardly breathe.

  The door creaked open and then shut again. The warm, dark red glow of the lanterns spilled into every corner of the room.

  Zhang Qi felt a looseness in her waist, but it was him who put her on the ground.

  In front of her was a large, steaming wooden tub, big enough for three or four people to soak in at the same time. The surface of the water in the tub was covered with flower petals. On the low table beside the tub were neatly arranged various colored garments and towels for washing up.

  Zhang Qi just glanced at him and his head drooped down to his chest.

  Her legs are now very weak and if she didn't force herself to stand up, she thinks she would collapse on the ground.

  A rustling sound came, followed by a pair of slender legs appearing before her eyes.

  Then, two large hands stretched out in front of her. As they touched the collar of her clothes, Zhang Qi's face turned white and she trembled with fear, saying: "I'll do it myself..."

  The voice is low and weak.

  After a moment of silence, her chin hurt, and it was King Langling who lifted her face with the tip of his index finger.

  Perhaps it was the warm air in the room, or perhaps it was the soft glow of the dark red lantern. Perhaps it was the gentle moonlight shining through the window that made her see his bright and profound eyes, his slightly flushed face...and the joy hidden in his gaze.

  He was originally an unparalleled talent, and he gazed at her with such joy, his gaze so intense it could scorch the world. For some reason, as she looked at him like this, a subtle delight arose in Zhang Qi's heart. Her cheeks flushed, and her trembling body also transformed from panic to tenderness in that instant.

  She lowered her head this time in shame.

  His warm hands stroked her neck and shoulders. The low voice was like a plucked harp string, "A Qi."

  "...... Alright."

  "Are you willing?"

  This is his third time asking this question. Zhang Qi didn't know, he had already made up his mind to want her. Why did he persist and repeatedly ask her this question?

  Her lips trembled. In a low, soft voice, she said: "This body was given to Lang Jun, Ah Kui's heart is willing..." She was not willing, but she had to say so. After following him, he became her heaven, her everything, and she had to please him, cater to him, and make him happy and satisfied.

  The room fell silent for a moment before his low and slightly hoarse voice came through, "I know you're not resigned."

  As soon as five words came out, Zhang Qi suddenly stiffened.

  He stared at her without blinking, no longer speaking, his hands slowly and steadily unbuttoning the collar of her clothes.

  His warm hands slid over her clothes, the humid air in the room made it hard to breathe. Zhang Qi opened his mouth slightly, let out a long sigh and said tremulously: "I'll do it myself."

  Her small hands trembled as they approached her collar.

  His large hand didn't let go. His low, warm voice brushed against her ear like a spring breeze, "Let me."

  Her long fingers twitched and convulsed as he flung her outer garment to one side.

  It was just the sweltering heat of July and August, and taking off this outer garment would reveal a bellyband. The water-red bellyband tightly wrapped around her smooth and delicate skin, the narrow strap of the bellyband left red marks on her watery skin.

  Her skin was truly delicate and tender, in the lantern light, it was as if it were powdered with a fine layer of pink, radiant and captivating. It seemed that if one were to press a finger on it, the skin would leave behind a purple mark. It seemed that if one were to rub it gently, it would change into any shape at will.

  His gaze was too fiery, and Zhang Qi took a deep breath again. This time, her small mouth had just opened when her chin suddenly hurt, but he lowered his head and pressed his lips deeply onto hers.

  Skin-to-skin contact, lips intertwined, feeling the unique breath of a man rushing straight in, Zhang Qi's body softened and fell into his arms.

  He tightened his hold on her, deepening the kiss, and as he mingled his breath with hers, she faintly heard him say: "So delicate, how can one bear it?"

  Their tongues entwined, their breaths merged, Zhang Qi felt like she couldn't breathe, her heart beating to the point of suffocation... She had never felt this way before, nor was it in her memories. This feeling made her both joyful and want to cry.

  This is a breathtaking beauty.

  Bang bang bang, she found her heart beating rapidly, and discovered that she had gone completely soft.

  At this time, he let her go.

  The King of Lanling lowered his head, intently gazing at Zhang Yi who was lying in the palm of his hand. Just like on the carriage, she opened her mouth slightly again, her delicate face pale and weak, her eyes hazy and charming. Under the lamp light, every inch of her body seemed to be saying "pick me".

  He looked foolish and sighed softly, "Is this the obstacle of being a husband?"

  Zhang Qi's eyes were wide open, dull and lifeless, staring blankly at him.

  A large hand stretched out and pulled at her skirt.

  In the blink of an eye, her belt was pulled off, and her skirt floated down to the ground. Her slender white legs appeared under the lamplight, and in his line of sight.

  He stared at it for a while, then reached out his hand and stroked the alabaster-like thigh.

  He felt the tender skin under his palm trembling non-stop, and he lowered his eyes, his voice husky with emotion, "Zhang Qi."

  "...en." A humming noise with a dragging tail tone. Made his breathing suddenly coarser by three points.

  "He took a deep breath and said in a low voice: 'Don't you have anything to say to me?'"

  Zhang Qi raised her head.

  Her misty eyes reflected his slightly red and indescribably handsome face. Looking at him, she opened her small mouth and murmured: "I want you to give me some betrothal gifts to welcome me into the door."

  She uttered one sentence and then fell silent herself.

  This is Zhou Di, his home country is Qi, her home country is Chen.

  He was willing to give betrothal gifts. Where were the betrothal gifts sent? And where did she get married from?

  It's just an illusion after all.

  As soon as she uttered a sentence, her lips trembled and a faint self-mocking smile appeared on her delicate face.

  The King of Lanling gazed deeply at her.

  He lowered his eyelids. His thin and moist lips were tightly pursed, no longer speaking, his hands clasped together, holding her waist, and walked towards the bathtub.

  In the midst of splashing water sounds, she was put into a bucket by him.

  Water splashed suddenly, Zhang Qi hurriedly leaned against the bucket edge, and with great effort wiped away the water droplets on her face. When she wiped away the water droplets from her eyes, she suddenly blushed.

  He stood there, slowly and deliberately undressing himself.

  This time he stood so close, those ink-black eyes staring at her unblinkingly, forcing her to be unable to move her gaze.

  She watched as the black robe slid off his body, watching him remove those tight-fitting pants.

  Watching him in front of her, gradually revealing his robust and perfect figure, seeing those broad shoulders and narrow waist, seeing that tight buttocks... Seeing the face carved with exquisite craftsmanship, a hint of a sly smile faintly visible amidst the majesty.

  Until he pulled away the last shred of veil, the thing suddenly popped into view, Zhang Qi suddenly woke up with shame, she quickly turned around, her hands tightly covering her face, and her face was still submerged in the water.

  A warm body drew near him.

  His entire body was exposed, and as soon as he approached, his strong physique and aggressive, overbearing aura made her hastily squeeze towards the edge of the bucket until she couldn't move any further.

  A pair of warm hands covered her shoulders.

  Then she felt a sudden relaxation in her chest and saw that her pink bellyband had been thrown away by him.

  She was left with nothing.

  Zhang Qi curled herself up into a ball, tightly curled up into a ball.

  As soon as she made the move, her body suddenly felt light, but a pair of iron arms lifted her up in mid-air, facing him directly. After placing her flat on the edge of the bucket, he stared at her intently, his Adam's apple rolling violently several times before scooping water to gently and carefully wipe her face and neck.

  In the midst of splashing water sounds, she heard his low commanding voice, "Look at me."

  Zhang Qi's eyes opened a small slit.

  She saw him.

  He stood there, his handsome face wet with water droplets, his long black hair clinging to his shoulders.

  A drop, another drop of water droplets, from his broad forehead flowing down, across the high nose bridge, into his thin and moist lips.

  Her beauty was already out of this world, let alone when she was emotional? Zhang Qi looked and looked, suddenly discovering that her mouth was dry, her heart was racing fast, jumping so wildly that it made her whole body feel weak.

  She slightly tilted her head and didn't dare look at him again.

  His deep eyes like a starry night slightly curved, low and hoarse voice called: "Why don't you dare to look now?"

  Zhang Qi's mouth was too dry, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling that he was still waiting for her answer, her face flushed as she stammered: "Lang Jun is not an ordinary person, looking at him makes my heart feel chaotic."

  Maybe she was too confused and didn't even realize she had spoken her mind.

  The King of Lanling smiled quietly.

  He slightly lowered his head, with strong and powerful arms, continuing to hold her up, every time she wanted to slump forward, he forcibly straightened her out again.

  His invasive gaze swept over her skin inch by inch, like a hot branding iron.

  He looked too serious, too focused. His eyes had joy and admiration, his throat kept rolling.

  He stretched out his hand, covering her newly grown, not yet full breasts with one palm. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Until now, what's the matter with your heart being disordered?" He slowly bowed his head, "Why is Ah Qie afraid of having a disordered heart?"

  Why be afraid? When one is afraid, the mind becomes disordered, and one is no longer oneself. The heart is not at peace, and the body is not at ease.

  She didn't answer.

  He didn't ask again, but instead smiled in a low voice, slowly, slowly, leaned down to her, slowly, slowly, and pressed his lips onto her eyes.

  A gentle lip print on her eyes. After licking her long eyelashes, like a gentle breeze passing by, he lightly nibbled on the tip of her nose and then covered her lips again.

  Four lips meet, he grasps her hand and touches his lower body.

  As soon as the scorching object landed in her palm, Zhang Qi was shocked and quickly shook it off. He let out a low hum and grabbed her hand again, his deep voice commanding: "Hold onto it."

  Zhang's hand trembled as she grasped it.

  He pressed his lips against hers, his starry eyes fixed intently on hers as he whispered in a low, husky voice, "Move."

  Zhang Qi's hands trembled slightly.

  He let out a low moan. Suddenly his head dipped down and he bit into her left nipple.

  Zhang Qi's low cry was hoarse and husky, like a moan, which made the flame in her hand grow even bigger.

  He lowered his head, holding her nipple in his mouth, his teeth exerting a slight force, the slightly painful and numb sensation shooting straight into her knees, causing her lower limbs to weaken and fall. It also penetrated straight into her lower abdomen, making that secret place feel incredibly empty.

  In the midst of his heavy breathing, his breaths became more and more urgent.

  Suddenly. He took one end of her and made her sleek body completely stick to his own after which he slowly sat down into the wooden barrel.

  He sat her naked form in his lap, pressing his fiery hardness against her from below, then stopped moving.

  He saw him with his head resting on the edge of the bucket, eyes closed and panting heavily. Zhang Qi was taken aback and opened her eyes wide.

  Her misty eyes shone with a reddish glow, revealing a hint of seduction, and as she gazed at him like that, he only glanced at her once, almost pinning her under his body again.

  He tilted his head back and let the water droplets flow down his beautifully lined jaw to his collarbone, then to his well-defined chest. She could feel that he was in a lot of pain.

  Zhang Qi also turned her head away.

  The room was silent, with only the sound of heavy breathing.

  After a while, Langling Wang, with his eyes closed, said in a low voice: "It's such a taste..." Suddenly he ordered: "Give me a massage."

  "...... Alright."

  Zhang Qi picked up a towel and gently wiped his chest.

  She felt him struggling to restrain himself, she endured for a moment, and finally asked in a small voice: "You let go...?" Did you let me go?

  The King of Lanling did not open his eyes.

  He knew what she was going to ask and without looking at her, he said in a low, husky voice: "I've heard that southerners value chastity, let's talk about it when we're in the room."

  Zhang Qi suddenly understood. It turned out that he didn't want to occupy her in this bathtub. No wonder there was a piece of white cloth placed in the room, it was meant for her to give herself to him cleanly and purely.

  Zhang Qi turned her head sideways and said weakly, "What's the use?" Originally there was nothing, no dowry, no welcoming ceremony, no status... nothing at all, what purity is there to speak of?

  "What's the use?", a few simple words were uttered, he suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at her and then closed them again.

  She lowered her eyelids, and the towel swept across his strong abdominal muscles like a spring breeze. She finally asked hesitantly: "You... do you have a wife?"

  He opened his eyes.

  His profound eyes stared at her, his absolutely beautiful face was like a white jade carving, "No." At that moment, she had an illusion that he was smiling.

  Feeling relieved, Zhang Wei let out a breath and whispered: "I said I would protect you."

  Zhang Qi bit her lip, she felt his gaze burning again, and hastily retreated into the water.

  A hand lifted her chin.

  He stared at her for a moment without blinking, then suddenly stood up, and with the sound of splashing water, he bent down, picked her up, and walked towards the room.

  He walked up to the edge and set her down, ordering: "Wipe me dry."

  Zhang Qi nodded slightly, picked up the towel placed on the side of the bed and began to wipe him down. After just two wipes, he impatiently snatched the towel away from her, wiped himself a few times carelessly, then turned around and started wiping her down gently.

  He stared at her eyes, exceptionally bright and focused. On the contrary, his wiping motion was extremely gentle and meticulous, as if he was savoring every inch of her skin through this action.

  Zhang Qi lowered her head even more.

  At this moment, a footsteps sound came, followed by the voice of a guard from outside, "Report to the Duke, the Grand Chancellor's Mansion has sent ten beauties, saying that they are asking the Duke to accept them."

  At this moment, Langling Wang's lips and hands had simultaneously fallen on her erect twin breasts. He was kissing and licking one side while forcefully kneading the other, allowing the girl's jade-like breasts to change shape in his palms. As he moved, Zhang Gui felt herself unable to breathe or think. Her mind was a complete blank, yet her hands instinctively wrapped around his head, while her waist involuntarily twisted and writhed like a snake, rubbing against his fiery lower body.

  ...at the slightest emotional stirring, her terrible instincts would emerge and she would begin unconsciously to cater to him.

  Hearing the guard's words, Langling Wang let out an annoyed sigh and said: "Send him back!"

  "But Daizong said..." The guard didn't even finish speaking before he was cut off by a loud, stern voice, "Shut up!"

  The guard was startled.

  Just as it was quiet outside, the footsteps suddenly became loud. In the midst of the "thud thud thud" sound, Yuwen Yuejiao's voice rang out loudly, "What is the king busy with? Why doesn't he see guests?" She called out in a bashful tone, "King, can Ah Yue come in and see you?" The tail end of her sentence was dragged out long, with a spoiled tone that made one tremble.

  As soon as her voice fell, Yuwen Cheng's loud and clear voice also came, "Hehe, who wouldn't be delighted to get a beauty? Does the Prince of Lanling look down on my Yuwen family?"

  Two uninvited guests, as soon as they entered the courtyard, strode towards this room. As their guards lined up in a row, squeezing the numerous guards who had arrived earlier to the periphery, Yuwen Cheng looked towards the dimly lit, red glow overflowing room, looking at the two figures faintly visible inside the room, his eyes sank: He must have rushed over as soon as he got the news. Just halfway here, he heard the servant's message that this King of Lanling had lanterns hung in every courtyard to welcome a beautiful woman. He sped up his horse, rushing hastily, and managed to arrive just in time. Judging from his tone now, he was just about to enter... Truly quick hands and feet!

  It's rare to meet a beautiful woman with a charming smile. This good soup can't be let go by Gao Changgong!

  The brother and sister walked towards here in big strides while talking. Before long, the footsteps reached the foot of the stairs.

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